Sunday, May 10, 2009

It walked on my pillow!

Sunday afternoons are great. After a good session of church, Jo, Tyler, and I went to my mom's house for some lunch and then lounged around at our sweet pad and just talked. The topics of conversation included the awesome girls in our lives, the gospel, and our missions. It was great to reminisce about my mission, it brought a tear to my eye and made me want to go back to Florida so bad! I miss all the crazy people in the south and I miss being a missionary. Life was so simple and so sweet as a missionary, it was a good time. Then Jo and I chilled outside the church listening to some sweet BYU choir music while Tyler met our new Bishop. I'm glad I've got such good friends, they are a great blessing in my life.

To cap off any good Sunday afternoon, you gotta have a nap. So I did. About an hour later I woke up to the sound of scrambling in the kitchen. At first I thought it was someone just getting home and being obnoxiously noisy about it. But the obnoxious noise didn't stop, so I went into the kitchen to investigate and to my utter astonishment, there was a bird perched on the handlebars of Jo's bike.
I couldn't believe it and had no idea what to do. I was the only one home and the poor guy kept trying to fly thru the window to escape. I knew I had to do something, but I wasn't sure just how to get him out of the house. So I looked around for anything that might help me and saw a broom. I instantly thought of the only example in my life of someone getting a bird out of a house. Buster.

I opened the door to the back yard, grabbed the broom, and began to wave the broom at the bird. It ran into the window a few more times, but after 3 or 4 waves of the ol' broom stick, the bird finally caught on and flew out the open doorway.

I was pretty proud of myself and glad I was there for the experience. Then I noticed the poop all over the place! Poor little Daxter Sr., Dexter for short, was so scared in my house that the poop was scared out of him and ended up all over the floor and chairs. I thought about leaving it there since I didn't want to break the Sabbath, but I didn't want to get bird flu or some crap like that, so I cleaned it up without throwing up. Not even a little bit in my mouth.

What a great Sunday, great friends and pooping Daxter Sr., I loved it. I'm just glad he didn't walk on my pillow.
The poor little guy was scared poopless!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Coolest kid on the block

I love living close to home and being able to see my family whenever I feel like it, especially my nieces and nephews. My 5 year old nephew, John, is one of my best friends and we go crazy together, bug his mom, and play all sorts of games together, by all sorts I mean 4 sorts:

-Playing on the tramp.
-Watching 'Destroyed in Seconds' on the Discovery Channel.
-Anything that involves us fighting/wrestling.

But John isn't my best friend just because he's fun, the kid is a freaking genius.

Example 1-About 2 weeks ago, it was one of the rare spring days in Logan in which it didn't snow and the sun actually shined, we were sitting on the couch and John turns to me and says, "Did you know this is a crazy spring?" I asked him what he meant and he said, "Well one day it snows. Then it's sunny. Then it snows again. Then it's sunny again! Can you believe it? It's a crazy spring."
Example 2 -Last week I was eating dinner at my mom's house and coughed a little bit. John was sitting across from me and and had a worried look on his face. I asked him what was up and he asked me "Do you have the swine flu?" I laughed and said no. He looked relieved and said "Good, it comes from pigs and kills people."

I love my nephew, he is by far the coolest kid on the block. Check it.