YAY Football Season!

Oh yeah! Now I've got something to say. Football season started. Noah and Jake both won their first games tonight. Both 19 to 6. Way to go boys. I can't tell you how fun it is to watch my boys play football. There's just something soooo cool about it. Dan is coaching Noah's team this year.

Noah is playing center. He did awesome at hiking the ball and did great on defense too.

Jake is playing wide receiver. He caught a great pass in the end zone for an extra point.

Nothin' to say...

Ya know sometimes there's just nothin' to say. I started to write something twice tonight but...my mind, she is a blank. (Stop, don't say it, I know what you're all thinking.) Truth is...it hasn't been the best week, so I'm just not gonna say anything at all. Well, except for what I just said, of course.

More Family Pics

Wow, It's family picture time AGAIN! Yes, I know I just took family pics with the Reeser family and with Me and the Boys when Jami was here. But now it's the Rogers' turn. Here they are....I personally think they turned out rather wonderfulish.

The Whole Rogers Family

From left to right: Steve's Family, John's Family, Melanie's Family, Sheila(Grandma), Debbie's Family, Eric's Family, Daniel's Family(that's me), and Scott's Family.

And here we are....again.

From left to right: Noah, Daniel, Jacob, Lynita, Hunter

Haunted Mansion?

Recently, I have been obsessed with finding my brother and sister-in-law a house. I have looked up and down the streets of Springville, Mapleton, Provo and Spanish Fork. I have spent hours and hours doing online research for them.

Well, yesterday, I thought I found it. While I was supposed to be watching Jake try out for football, I wandered off instead in search of the ultimate perfect house for my inlaws. As I rounded the corner of the most beautiful ridge in Springville/Mapleton. I saw a sign in one average looking yard of one average looking home. I thought to myself, well it's not much to look at, but I better take a closer look anyway. So I got out of my car and snooped around to the back of the house, like I pretty much do at every house I see. But this one was different. I rounded my way to the back yard where I first saw a small little studio house with the cutest little porch and pergola and a cobble stone walkway. Then I SAW IT, a full sized tennis court with two basketball hoops on the ends in a magnificent enclosure. AND as if that were not magical enough, I found a path behind the studio house that curved it's way down the hill side and ended right at a river. AND as if THAT were not enough, directly across the river, was a beautiful park and walking path. WOW!!!!!!!!

So, I ran home to tell anybody who would listen about my amazing finding. (My hub picked up my son from football, just in case you thought I forgot about him.) Then the rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Be patient, the scary part is coming. When I went to bed that night, I was channel surfing and ended up watching The SKELETON KEY as I fell asleep. Keep in mind that although I am a fairly old, middle aged woman on the outside; on the inside I am still the very scared of the dark young girl that grew up in a haunted Minnesota mansion. This did not bode well for my dreams that night. I had horrific nightmares about that little insignificant house with the beautiful tennis court. I woke up with images I probably shouldn't even tell you, just like I did every night of my childhood as I dreamt about the ghosts in my house.

So, perfect or not, I just don't think I could ever stay past dark at my SIL's if she bought this house. (unless, of course, the ghosts also play tennis)

Is Pneumonia Funny?

My hub asked me what I was going to blog about tonight at work. I told him I really didn't have any ideas tonight so I probably wouldn't write one. He seemed a little disappointed so I said that I could write about Hunter having pneumonia. But then he seemed even more disappointed. He said, "But that's not funny......I like it when you write funny blogs." So, since I AM trying to keep him all buttered up so he'll hurry up and book me a cruise (to the Bahamas) already, I said I could write a funny post about Hunter having pneumonia.

What? What was I thinking? There really isn't anything funny about my poor son having pneumonia. One night he went to bed, the next morning he woke up and said, "I think I have Bronchitis." So, I listened to his lungs...and then I practically leaped out of my chair to call the doctor. I have never heard lungs sound like that. It kinda sounded like....hummmmmm...like when a train puts on its brakes and the metal starts rubbing and screeching and the cars start clunking together. So, we get to the doctors office, and he listens to his lungs and proceeds to ask me dumb questions like, does he have reactive airway disease, and has he ever had ARDS(a commonly fatal respiratory infection), and has he ever been "mostly dead" before. So, being the calm, cool, collected mom that I am, I just answered the questions with a fake smile on my face, and said, "just get me the dang antibiotics and get me outta here." I didn't think to ask for any kind of breathing treatment, even though 75% of the patients I see in the hospital have respiratory infections and are there for breathing treatments. So that night, as my son was about to take his last breath (okay, I may be adding a bit of melodrama for effect) I remembered....OMGosh, my brother-in-law, who is a physicians assistant and had just been staying at my house, and who is moving to Utah, and who left a bag of medications in my closet because he is moving to Utah, probably has an inhaler in there for his son. So I picked up the phone and instead of dialing a code blue, I dialed my brother-in-law in Hawaii and asked if he had albuterol in his bag of tricks. That's when I heard it, a choir of angels singing in perfect harmony, YES, I do. So, to my brother-in-law, I owe my first born son, or maybe just a big fat thank you very much and a bag of Doritoes or something.

So, long story short, can you believe my luck, my son has pneumonia AND my legs are showing signs of atrophy from not exercising due to the sudden and mysterious case of the missing IPOD.

Lynita's Deep Thought for the Day: Sometimes life just isn't funny...whatcha gonna do.

The Key to My Long Locks...

Ha, ha, oh I crack myself up. Do you get it? I'm soooo
f(p)unny....................................(I'm just waiting for you guys to catch up.)

So, let's talk about my super duper long hair. Why, you might ask don't I just get a haircut already. I mean really, I only wear it down for pictures and fast sundays.

Well, it all started somewhere around Halloween last year. I was feeling extremely antzy pantzy. I was ready to jump in my non-convertible car with the non-top down and let the wind blow through my non-long locks until I got to the east coast...or Minnesota...or New Zealand...it really didn't matter where, I just HAD to get out of UTAH.

So, my quick thinking hub, not wanting to see his wife run off to the ends of the earth, never to return again, said, "I'll tell ya what, I'll make you a bet." Oh, I'm such a sucker for a bet. Those of you that really know me, know I just love to WIN. (not that I'm a sore loser or anything, I just enjoy winning so much more) Anyway, back to this bet and how it unlocks the key to my long locks. He said, "I bet you can't grow your hair long without getting totally sick of it and cutting it off." I said, "Are you kidding me!! You are so on! Whatlya give me?" He said, "If you grow your hair long, I'll take you on a cruise, then you can have that vacation you're craving." Oh yeah, he's good. He knows I can't say no and I don't think to ask for details. So we shook on it and we started the bet.

I know what you're thinking. Wow, her hair is way long, where's her cruise? Well, here's the thing. About six months into the bet, I came back to my hub with, "Well, have ya seen my hair lately, it's LONG." "Where's my cruise?" To which he replied with an evil smirk on his face, "Oh, that's not long, I meant like 'MERMAID' long." To which I replied, "Are you kidding me!! You are sooo.... $@%#$ not kidding me, are you." I mean "mermaid" long, are you serious? Anyway, long story short, I still have a couple inches to go. So Saturday I went to Walmart and purchased some "liquid hair in a bottle" (okay, really it was hair,skin, and nail vitamins). I am determined to get my cruise before it's been a whole year. Then when I get back from my cruise I just might have to shave my head. (or not, I actually kinda like my long locks)