So, uh, what are you trying to say?

After our Sunday dinner tonight, we hopped in the car and drove around our neighborhood and neighboring streets to look at all of the newly flipped on Christmas lights. As we were concluding our drive, we had a very hilarious conversation with Chase. It goes as follows:

Mom: Look at the Freemans, Chase! They have a lot of lights up this year. Kim got her husband to put up their lights!

Chase: Oh, Mom! She is so lucky! You are not that lucky, Mom.

Mom and Dad: Giggle, giggle, giggle

Mom: Oooooh, Chase! Look at the Poulsons! That is so pretty!

Chase: They went crazy with the lights! Does she have a husband?

Dad: So, what are you trying to say, Chase?

Mom: BAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!!!!! Hohoho, heeheeeheeeeee!

Even after all of the guff my husband took from a percosious 4-soon-to-be-5-year-old, I am betting that I still won't get lights put up this year! It's okay, really. Jeff made us our own full-fledged, decked-out, no-trimming-spared belated Thanksgiving dinner today. He did this ALL by himself, while I napped and went to choir practice. So, I may not have lights outside, but I got my weeks worth of turkey leftover that I wanted, without having to lift a finger. It's all about the compromise!

Where'd ya go?

We have disappeared from the blogging world for a few days! We have just had life going on around us for the past couple of weeks. We have been dealing with Pretty Crappy Ovary Stuff (okay, PCOS, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome), croupe in a four-year old, doctor visits, depression set in by the BYU Cougars losing to Utah, and just the overall sense that I was getting too addicted to all of this blogging stuff! Why is it so fun to snoop into other peoples lives?! In all reality, I think I generally do get excited to keep up with cousins and friends that I don't get to see very often. Does that rational sound better?

I will make a post about something clever or creative later on. Right now, I have to go mop my floor. Doesn't that sound fun?!?

My Grandma

Sometimes I feel really old. Life is changing so quickly. But, then, I remember I have a grandma. I know this doesn't seem to make sense, but I feel young again when I remember that I still have a grandma. Yeah, I know, my logic is a little loose!

My mom was visiting Grandma and needed a way to get to Utah. Chase and I were more than happy to take the job and go get her at the farm. We were able to spend some short, and I mean short, visits with my grandma. We were also able to explore the farm, which is a little bit of a heartbreaker. Things that were so fascinating and so much a part of the farm in our childhood are just not there anymore. It is definitely an end of an era, which doesn't help with this whole starting to feel so old thing! While we were waiting to be able to go see grandma the next morning, Aunt Cynthia entertained us by taking us to her friends farm, which in contrast to Great-Grandma's, is a living farm. My brother Clark, Chase and I had a great time with all of the animals.


We were able to get our priceless 4 generation picture, one that we will cherish. Chase, who likes to say that he has a shy heart sometimes, and who is very picky at to who will be the recipients of his hugs and kisses, was very willing to show affection to his great-grandma. I was very proud of him. Here are some pictures of a trip down memory lane.

Special time with Great-Grandma Jensen

These are the trees that we used to play on, all chopped down...sup sup sup

This pit used to be the potato cellar, a landmark of the farm...sup sup, again

Chase, exploring in one of my favorite childhood spots

My cute mom

This pig really wanted some lovin'.

Chase threatened to eat these guys.

Out of the Mouth of Babes

Life was so much easier when we were little. Our decisions were so much less weighty. Our biggest decisions were which friends to play with on the playground and which cartoons to watch on Saturday morning. Life was no different for Chase today. We had "election day" for him. His ballot consisted of choices of what to have for meals and snack, activites to fill our day, and clothes to wear for preschool. The cute ladies at the voting booths today gave me an "I voted" sticker to give to him. He displayed the sticker and his ballot proudly. We have been talking with him a lot about the privledge it is to be able to vote and the serious decision it is to decide who is going to be our President. I didn't realize how seriously he had been taking the voting process and how much he has been listening in on our conversations until he said the prayer at dinner tonight. Just before we sat down for dinner, we turned off FOX news where we had been watching the election results. The election was fresh on his mind when he began his prayer. His prayer for our country was astounding,

"Please bless our country. Help us that the blue guy doesn't win. Help us to have a new, good President tonight. Help us to have the red guy win."

Chase summed up all of our feelings at the end of the night when we mentioned to him that the "blue" guy was going to win. He said,

"Well, I guess we will just have to ignore him then, huh?"

Oh, if only it were that easy. Life is so much easier when you are little.

BYU Blues

Jeff had one of his employees cut this out on the CC at his shop. We painted it and hung it in our sports room downstairs. I am not sure we didn't curse the Cougars. The day we hung it, BYU lost their first game to TCU...horribly. Pride cometh before the fall, right?

We sure have a lot of fun being BYU Cougar fans smack-dab in the middle of Aggieland. A few years ago, the USU Aggies mascot, Big Blue lived across the street from us. Talk about some good natured ribbing. I take a lot of heat for having my degree from USU and not remaining loyal. Sorry, the blood in my veins is just a little bit of a different shade of blue! I was a Cougar first and will remain a Cougar. Don't get me wrong, we are not anti-Aggie. We will cheer for the Aggies to do well...just not if they are playing BYU. I am not a closet Cougar fan. I display a Y proudly on my van, I wear my BYU t-shirt on game day, we huddle around our computer to watch the BYU games (thanks a lot for that one, "The Mountain"!!!), we stop and congratulate members of our community brave enough to venture into stores wearing BYU garb. But I think I took my loyalty a little too far on Halloween. We stopped to trick or treat at a member of our ward's house as he and his son were heading to an Aggie game, decked out in Aggie appearal. I burst out..."That's the scariest costume I've seen all night!" I completely shocked these poor Aggie fans! Chase and I were nearly abandoned by our entire trick or treating posse. Have they not seen my "Y"? Have I not made my loyalties clear? Oh, well. Go, Gougars!