Motto For the Week

My teenage brother in law Colt is the funniest kid I know. He says the darndest funniest things if I do say so myself. He has broken his collar bone, his leg, his arm, some bones in his head, a few cracked ribs. He has been in a car accident (NO MORE TEXTING WHILE DRIVING), he has wrecked heavy machinery, run into houses with cars, motorcycles, and bikes.

Despite all his broken bones and misdemeanors, he is a very special guy. He plays with all the nieces and nephews. He is the favorite youngest son. He is hilarious. He is always happy. He is mostly willing to help with just about anything... except what his mom asks him to do. LOL. He is talented in sports, piano, school, and playing the trumpet.

I tell you all this because he is a VERY special kid. He also says some of the wittiest phrases. The other day my sister in law was complaining and he says:

"Only you can be in control whether you are cranky or not so I suggest that you cowgirl up and stop whining."

I totally agree. I am in control of my emotions (most of the time) I am in control of what I eat, say, how I act, what I choose to do or not to do, etc. So I guess it is about time I "cowgirl up."

Happy Weekend all!

GUTS

Today it was about 113 degrees outside.

Mild compared to the 124 about 10 years ago. It was seriously hot then. Seriously. When it is too hot to swim, I would say that it is TOOOOOOOOO hot.

SO we were all standing outside talking to some good friends who insisted on staying outside :) and we were all dying of heat stroke.

After our friends left, I told Mikenna and Savannah to come inside because they would sweat their guts out if they didn't. LOL.

Mikenna then asked me, "Mom what color are guts?"

"They are blue and yellow and green and red."

"Oooooo, Gross."

LOL

Dam... Hoover Dam that is

My entire life we have traveled to and from St. George about a 100000 times. I am NOT exaggerating. I could do it in my sleep. Really. And so could my mom. And my dad. And my brother.

We usually pass through the Hoover Dam to get to Las Vegas. (there isn't really another way....) One time, when I was about 15, we were traveling through the Dam and I looked at the water and said, "Mom, can you believe how low the Dam water is?" We all started to laugh and each took our turn. "And look at all the Dam people" "The Dam traffic is terrible today" "Isn't the Dam sky beautiful?" "The Dam streets need some work" "All the Dam cars are sure in our way"

And so began the tradition of the Hoover Dam.

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