Riverton Skate Park

This is something I have been working on here and there for about a year. It's not finished yet, I originally wanted to make a mini documentary on the park to show the City of Riverton how much the park is used, along with all the problems it has. Last week, a guy we know in our ward, who owns a car dealership, was raffling off a bran new Corvette and all of the money goes towards fixing up the skate park! How cool is that? So I called him and told him what I was doing and hurried and put this music video together and he had me bring a TV to the booth on main street where they had the car. The video was a great way to attract more attention to the cause. It was fun to be able to display my work. At times there was a pretty big circle around that TV! 

Wish we had pictures, but here is the music video. Music by Elizabethan Report of coarse. 

I'm afraid of ladders.

Matt and I have many adventures that don't make it onto our blog... but this one was actually funny once I got over the severe humiliation. Matt and I filmed the demolition derby last saturday. We even went to the pre-derby festivities, aka the Derby-Q that my co-worker put on. We had a spot in the nice safe bleachers picked out, so I left to go get a few other necessities (dinner, change, order forms, etc...). We normally film so that there is one camera stationary, getting all the action, and we are both following the action on 2 other cameras. As I was driving around, Matt called and informed me that our stationary camera couldn't get all the action, so we needed to get farther back and higher up. So now I needed to find volunteers to man our booth, extension cords, and a ladder. Dad supplied the cords, table, etc... and one very scary ladder. It touched about 2 inches of a top beam on the thing we were climbing up to film off of. The "thing" was a  red, tin covered pavilion-type whatsit, with a few poles to hold it up, and nothing else. It was at least 20 feet in the air, and buckled and shook when you moved on it. I freaked out a little bit climbing up, but I love my husband, and wanted to make this the best galdern derby viddo in all of tarnayshun.

Well, coming back down turned out to be a whole lot freakier than going up. Even with Matt demonstrating, and both Matt and Dad coaching me, I could not bring myself to back up off the edge of a shaky building onto a shaky ladder with itty bitty footholds that I couldn't see (you had to peer pretty far off the edge to even see any part of the ladder). Anyways, I ended up bawling (proud moment) on top of the building, and was starting to call Matt some nice things like "Insane" and "Stupid Monkey-boy", when a former volunteer firefighter informed me that she had called "the boys" and they were on their way. They had to run down to the station to grab a bigger ladder, allowing plenty of time for a small crowd to gather and reassure me that I was going to get down just fine.  The truck arrived (unfortunately, the pitmans heat was going on at this point, where the crew members could grab a working car and drive, and waaaay too many people stayed to watch, including 3 of my co-workers), and the nice fireman came up to help the scared little girl climb down the ladder. After I got down, they gave Matt the thumbs up, and a Pez nod, and he got to climb down without the fireman even watching him. 

I still maintain that I am not afraid of heights, I am only afraid of ladders. Matt didn't believe me, and teased and argued with me about this, but that's his and the firefighters, and half of Fremont County's opinion, and they are entitled to it. 

Inch thick ladders are scary. The End.

(Note: this is not the actual ladder, although said ladder was pretty much this scary)

Green bags are suck

Speaking from personal experience, these seem to be complete crap. I tried them a few months ago, but forgot about the produce for about a month, so I guess that didn't really work (green pepper puddles, etc)... Anyways, I bought lots of produce while I was a bachelorette for a few days, and then left for vacation, so I decided to give them a try. They say that if there is moisture in the bags you're supposed to dry it out, but I decided to risk it. I was gone from Wednesday morning until Sunday night, and most of the produce had been bought on Monday. I put mangos, a cantalope, tomatoes, and bananas in seperate bags. When I came back, I found that the tomatoes and cantalope were COMPLETELY ROTTEN, and there was no moisture at all in the bags!! The mangos looked fine, and the bananas were still fresh and crisp looking like in the picture. The next morning, I took a banana to work and noticed that the peel was pretty soft. I started to eat it mid-morning, and it tasted ANCIENT. Like, beyond banana bread ancient. It was nasty. The mangos still looked all right, so I brought one to work and put it in my drawer, and forgot about it. Maybe it was the timing, but I opened my drawer and found a mango puddle in there. It seemed like if anything, it either makes unnatural looking, or it actually speeds up the rotting process (the cantalope had pink spots on it, what the bip was that about?!). So, don't waste your money. Shop often for produce, and DON'T be a spaz and forget about it, and you will be just fine!

B's Dreams

While I can't really compete with Em stealing Scouts popsicles and getting Wowwee and Kiki all wet, here are some fun ones from the past couple weeks.


-While in St. George, managing a Movie Gallery in a grocery store parking lot, I noticed all these fuzzy green frozen things with lots of limbs. I asked Matt what they were, and he said "Oh, those are the tarantulas that sleep on the parking lot and freeze to death in the middle of the night." *SHUDDER*. Soon after this, we went camping. I was sleeping with the Phisters blue heart quilt over me, when I woke up, and discovered a tarantula asleep on my knee. I don't know how my brain thought of this, but in the dream it was "Curled up like a puppy, but definitely not cute". I quickly wrapped it up in the blanket, threw it as far as I could, and then screamed as loud as possible. It was so loud the Sherrif came, because he thought I'd discovered the babies that had been killed and buried in the forest. Anyone who has heard me see a spider knows that is isn't as far-fetched as it seems.

-It was my wedding day. Everything was going wrong, and I had to do my hair myself, because I refused to walk down the aisle in a pony tail. One of my coworkers daughters and I were getting married the same day, so she let me borrow her curling iron. I went off into a side room, and got a call saying that my dress hadn't been picked up yet. I was wearing the dress that I got married in in real life, and kept saying it was fine. The guy who was supposed to be getting my dress came in and reassured me that the dress would be here. Then he went out and started yelling at someone on the phone about how I couldn't be in a bright yellow dress, they needed to find one in a normal color. So somehow I ended up at the head of the aisle, ready to walk down. Matt and whoever was marrying us all of a sudden took off their black suits and had on a red suit and a blue suit. The whole audience stood up and turned out to be a gospel choir who sang Ein Keloheinu from Keeping the Faith (as seen below)




I think I woke up laughing from both of these dreams.