For the kids...

Here's another prospective household pet that Maria has crossed off my list. Who wouldn't want to come back from a long day of work and be greeted by this thing? 

Now we are twenty-one

For Maria's twenty-first birthday we went roller-skating. We were joined by the local elementary school, all of them on razor scooters. What they lacked in control and skill they made up for in speed and recklessness. 

It was a perfect dismount.

We hug sometimes.

Syd and Chaela got really into the celebration and made their own shirts. 

Nephi and Kirsten came and ate all the ice cream. It's all about dessert with those two.

Nate and Olivia. We told her Metallica was in the house. 

Emma had to be sneaky to get this ice cream from the Johnson's.

Because it was elementary school night, a height limit was imposed on the rink, unfortunately excluding Josh and Chelsea from skating. 

We also ran into my father at the roller rink. He was there for the semi-finals but, sadly, didn't place. 

Snap, Crackle, Steve

I'm still trying to convince Maria that we should get her a more suitable doll. Or at least one that is not as edible. Plus, I'm getting jealous. 

I see undead people...

When Steve and I say goodnight, it goes something like this:

"Good night, Steve."

"Good night, Maria."

"Go get those zombies."

"OK."

Steve dreams about zombies almost every night. Dream interpretators say that zombies represent boredom, an inabilty to think or make decisions, or a lack of creative ideas.

In Steve's dreams though, he is attacking, not the zombies. I interpret this to mean Steve overcomes all of those representations. He loves those dreams. In my dreams with zombies (which actually didnt exist until I met Steve) I don't even have weapons.

But just in case he is bored after six whole months of marraige on Monday, I found a bunch of zombie movie trailers on Youtube and cued them up to act as clues to a little scavenger hunt. The clues were words that put together a little introduction to the prize I made for him. It said, "Hello. My name is Super Steve the edible zombie killer." The last clue led to a rice-krispie effigy of Steve when in his zombie-killer mode. The normal Steve had a hard time eating it because it looked like a person.

Steve succesfully found all he clues and the treat. He also bought me lovely potted flowers for the anniversary.

Air Traffic Control

I wrote this "dramatic monologue" for my British Literature class. Note how it is neither dramatic nor British.

CAPTAIN'S LOG

Attention passengers, this is your captain speaking.

As you may have discerned

We are experiencing technical difficulties.

Do not be alarmed.

Many planes have landed with only one wing.

No, I am sorry; we are all out of honey-roasted peanuts;

Only salted remain.

As your captain, I am trying my best;

I am pushing all the buttons that I can find.

I am still wearing my pilot’s cap and my “wings”.

You should trust in me; I went to school for this.

This is still a No Smoking flight.

Remain in your seats and fasten the safety belt.

We are sending a priest down the aisles for any who desire Last Rites.

There are also available complimentary drinks,

A token of our appreciation.

The weather below is warm,

You can almost taste that desert air.

We hope you have enjoyed your flight

And hope to see you again real soon.