Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Back to School


School started here today and it brought back a flood of memories. Oh how I hated going back but I loved those new protractors and compasses. Which leads me to the question. Did anybody actually use those death spikes(compass)? Anyway I digress. I vividly remember one morning waiting for the bus. We were the first kids to get picked up so the bus came around 7am. One brisk morning my brother and I were waiting for the bus and decided to huck crab apples at one another. The fighting became intense and I wanted to chuck another handful before retreating. I emptied my arsenal and began to run away. I took a few steps backward gaining momentum with the intent on turning around and running for my life. Just as I turned around, I was greeted be a family friend. A telephone pole. I smacked that thing so hard with my face it left slivers in my nose. I screamed as if the Titanic was going down but nobody came to my aid. My brother just stood there either in shock or amusement(what a butt). I clenched my face and made a mad dash inside. My mother was so kind. First she yelled at me for such tomfoolery. Then she grabbed the rustiest tweezer known to men and became a battlefield surgeon. In the back of my mind I thought that I was going to be able to stay home from school. Oh how young and naive was I. The roar of the bus could be heard down the road and my mom made it very clear that if I missed the bus I was walking to school(super idea having a 10 year old thumb a ride to school 12 miles away). She shoved me out the door with a bandaid in my hand to told me to bandage myself on the bus. Such love. I don't recall much else from that day but I'll bet my school chums gave me quite the grief over my shenanigans.

PS
I don't blame my mom for pawning my off on the Cassia County School District bus no. 79-3. If I was her I would have done the same thing. I was quite the ruffian.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Sweat It Out


I'm laying down the gauntlet. It's time for all of us to drop some weight. I came to this realization the other day when my boss was in town. Every time he is here, we go out to eat at least once a day most of the time twice a day. This is so nasty. So this is my challenge to everybody: let lose those pesky five pounds (or more if you so desire) in the next 30 days. It shouldn't be that tough. Quit sneaking treats and eat something healthy instead. Do some sort of exercise, maybe taming wild mustangs or just walking for a few minutes every day. I'll bet we will all feel better. Do something everyday even if you don't feel like it. I will post periodically to report on what I'm doing. My first goal is to switch out my Hostest cupcakes for breakfast with a banana.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

This Is Classic


HOOPER, Utah — A farmer has erected a fence in his backyard made of three old cars sticking up in the air to send a message to new neighbors that he can do whatever he wants on his farm.

"This is just a fun way for me to say, 'Hey boys, I'm still here,'" said Rhett Davis. "This is my redneck Stonehenge."

Davis came up with the idea after neighbors who recently moved into homes next to his hayfield complained about his farm.

"The people who bought the homes say, 'Well, we love looking into your yard and seeing the horses and the cattle, but we don't like the flies, and we don't like the mosquitoes,' and when I cut my field to bale it, they say, 'We don't like the dust in the air,'" Davis said.

Davis said he offered to pay half the cost of a fence between his property and the others and to build it. He said his neighbors declined the offer, saying it would block their view.

Neighbors declined to comment to the Standard-Examiner of Ogden.

Davis said after the neighbors declined his offer, he used a backhoe to dig three large holes on the edge of his property, then took three cars that had competed in demolition derbies and planted them nose-first into the ground.

He said the cars were planted out of humor rather than spite. He said it's important that new residents moving into the area realize that Hooper remains a farming community.

The area has grown recently with new residents who desire a country atmosphere but don't want the smells and noises of farm life, Davis said.

"I respect that they're here and spent a lot on their homes, but on the other hand, give me a little bit, too. I've been here since I was 7 years old," he said.

Davis said he doesn't intend to keep the cars up permanently.

"I've talked to my neighbors and worked things out. I really just thought this would be a funny thing to do," he said. "These can come out just as easy as they went in."