We are...

You know the song "Innocent" by Our Lady Peace...
Here it is if you don't.

Olea likes to sing it, what she thinks she knows of it anyway... but the chorus she sings like this...

"We are, we are all Pegasus
We are all Pegasus
We are, we are..."

Gary has tried to convince her that it is "innocent" not "Pegasus" but I just let her believe life is as magical as Pegasus.


Here's some coloring pages of Barbie and Pegasus, because I found them for her, someone else should benefit.

BEAM!

Every one who has ever sung this song can understand his enthusiasm. We planned on singing a
different song for Family Home Evening this week, but Zurich kept interrupting so we gave in.
Please excuse our fabulous, angelic choir voices... it's hard to laugh and sing at the same time.


Oh and doesn't he look like such a big boy now? It's killing me. The hair cut was a good idea. He's
so darn handsome. Today Gary and Olea went skiing. Zurich and I used wisdom and stayed
home. But when Zurich saw them heading out the door he was totally distraught. He was
whimpering and brought his shoes to Gary. So after they left I helped him get shoes and socks on
and we played in the park for a while. Oh he loves that. He's all brave with the slide now. He
walks as far down the slide as he can till he falls and slides the rest of the way. This means
sometimes he comes down head first sometimes on his back etc. and loves every minute of it. I
encourage him to sit down and go normally but sometimes he just likes to show off.

When we try to surprise each other...

Gary and I have a problem when we try to surprise each other...
he already knew what he was getting for his birthday, and Christmas... etc.
So the other night when Gary was trying to surprise me with my
favorite flowers he was getting a little frustrated. He kept trying to get me
to go upstairs so he could arrange the flowers and make the card...
but I kept getting mixed signals: "I just want to spend time with you"
so when I want to leave Olea to brush her teeth on her own and go
down to the basement with him and he sends me away I don't get it. etc. etc. :)

Anyway, I love him, but that's obvious, so I'm not going to tell you all that much more about it.

Day before his birthday and he buys me flowers...
Promped by one of our many songs: Needs by Collective Soul.

So Yesterday was Gary's birthday. Olea and I made him cards and Zurich had picked out (yes he really did help pick it) the Ironman movie out for Gary. We met him at the park and ride (he'd carpooled to work with a coworker) and then dropped the kids off at their Aunt Kendra and Uncle Eric's, (thanks so much, Olea was thrilled to be going there)and we went and ate dinner at the Bombay House. Dear friends, seriously do try it, if you have never been. Make sure you get a Rose Lassi (drink) Some Onion Naan, Raj Chicken or Chicken Tiki Masala and The Assorted Snacks appetizer. That's all Gary wanted for his birthday: Dinner with me at the Bombay House. Easy to please.

Afterward we figured we'd go walk around BYU campus... it's been four years since we graduated. We had fun, (we know how to do that) but we were also reminded, that we personally don't have really great fond memories of the place, it was just something we were trying to get done and done and done with. We were crossing a MARKED crosswalk, decently lit and a sign in the middle of the street indicating that it was a cross walk. Am I wrong or is it the law to stop when someone is on the cross walk? Don't pedestrians on a cross walk have the right of way? Anyway, we started to cross, a car down the street turns the corner, we make eye contact... it sees us and speeds up. That's right. But of course we keep walking because we have right of way... and if they hit us... sucks to be them eheheheh anyway the chick slams on her breaks, gets out of the car and calls Gary a "jerk" because "I couldn't see you, you are wearing dark clothes, it is dark." (ps I was closest to the car and have reflectors on my jacket...) Gary motions to the crosswalk and her burnt out headlight. "Might want to fix that." "I'm aware of it." ... and are you aware of what a crosswalk is? It was pretty funny, I couldn't believe that she got out of her car to argue a point where she was clearly wrong. We had a good laugh over it...

Later we were walking around in a new addition to a building and we both grabbed a double door which seemed like a very obvious door to a larger hallway... No luck. I saw students clearly in class and screeched a bit and dropped the door, Gary tried to slowly, quietly close the door, rather pointless after my reaction. Ah what a hoot.

Shoot patoot and music fruit

Gary helps Olea shoot, Olea adores this stuff
and Gary does well to include her.

Me, with two teachers... I have done it before,
and am not bad, just couldn't remember how to get it all ready.

Mike, Cyndi and my mommy

Coretta, Lilly, Mike, Cyndi, and Dani.

Before my surgery we went to the hills with our friends Cyndi and Mike for some bow fun. We even got my lovely mother to try it. She is the only one of us who remembered her camera, which had low batteries, though Cyndi and I got our cameras out to take, we had our minds on children, and thus forgot the cameras. (the children all made it, success!) It was pretty cold and windy so we girls took the kids back early and left the guys to the guns.
We were trying to get Gary and Mike to "Indian shoot" on one leg, but Gary couldn't figure it out under pressure, it was most humorous to me. He makes me laugh too much. Lately with the surgery sites healing laughing rather hurts and I just can't pretend Gary isn't funny.

The other day Gary told me he read something about people getting addicted to Lortab, a pain med I am currently taking. This of course gets my mind going... but last night I couldn't go to sleep (and hadn't taken a Lortab) and so I was like, "Gary I can't got to sleep, am I addicted?"
"No, he wouldn't have perscribed you enough to get addicted."
"Then how to people get addicted?"
"Go to sleep."
but I want to know.

I am listening to Gina's play list at the moment and it is reminding me of getting the MRI. I listened to a Micheal Buble album and it was interesting to concentrate through the noise of the MRI to listen to the music. I think now I will most often remember the MRI when I listen to him. It seems that way with music, I attach quite a memory to the first or at least most memorable time when I heard the song or album. Like Bon Jovi's new song Everyday: Gary and I were at Down East Outlet buying maternity shirts. Rush, Spirit of Radio, sitting in my parent's basement listening to my Dad's records, he liked to collect them and he had Spirit of Radio. Queensryche Hear in the new frontier: the bedroom I shared with my sister while we were in High school, standing next to our bunk bed chatting with her while she looked at the lyric book. Peter's Girl, by a Twin Falls local group called Standards: Gary sang it to me when he proposed outside of the Logan temple on the night of our sibling Gingerbread house party. Ginblossoms 29, when I shared a room with my second oldest sister Derolene, right after she got her new stereo listening to the album with her. Mr.Big, To be with you: curled over a small tape player with Lindi in the middle of our bedroom floor when I was in third grade. Lindi had just bought the tape album and we were totally killed by how "noisy" the music on the rest of the album was. I also believe this was before we replaced the carpet in that room.