ten glimpses into the cooperfive's last couple weeks: read at your own risk

for starters, i apologize for not reaching my six posts goal per month last month. i had a little blogger's block towards the end of the month. that and life with 3 kids involved in various carricular activities, involvement in church service, work, and the new fall slate of tv shows starting up all took a grip of my time and blogging to a back seat to more important activities. i promise to make it up to you this month.

unfortunately, the blogger's block hasn't necessarily gone away, but i decided i couldn't let conference weekend (check here if you don't know what conference is: www.lds.org) pass without making some serious headway on my delinquent blogging behavior. that's just not me (to let so much time pass without much content)... i am the blogmaster after all. what does this mean for you, zombies? here's what that means for you: today, right now, this very second, i am going go post a somewhat hectic post. there may not be an overall plot or coherent message one could string together upon reading the words of this post, but at least there will be something on the internet for you to read since nothing else on the net has probably changed since my last post.

here we go...

first. aim read my last post after i edited it to account for my losing colston at the cowboy party. she confronted me and i attempted to laugh it off hoping she would reciprocate. she gave me a kind of half smile. good enough for me... i'm in the clear. note to zombies: i really did change the post after aim read it.

second. jameson told aim that we can't have another boy because he didn't think he would be able to handle it. aim asked: "well, what if we had a girl?" jameson replied that he's never had one of those as a sibling and wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle a sister either. note to zombies: aim is not pregnant.

third. aim is now reading the time traveler's wife for a friend of ours who had purchased the book but balked on reading it because of the profanities and adult themed material found therein. being the true friend she is, aim offered to not only read the book for said friend but to edit it for her as well. that's my wife! as such, mrs. blogmaster can occasionally be seen with pencil in hand perusing the book and making her mark. i recommended she substitute any f-bombs with the commonly substituted euphemism: "flippity-floo." note to zombies: said friend requested that she not get too righteous when editing the love scenes.

fourth. we travelled to utah thursday evening to get out of dodge for a few days, spend some time with the in-laws, watch some conference in the motherland, and catch a byu game. the trip was a standard one for us. me putting on a concert. the boys fighting. the boys urinating in bottles, etc. etc. ... once one starts, it's contagious. jameson is a pro at this point. caleb can do it with minimal spillage. colston, who's still in a diaper, wants to join in the fun upon seeing his brothers take care of their business... all in good time, my son, but until then: keep your pampers on, kiddo. note to zombies: the bottle tactic only works if you have all boys.

fifth. we finally partook of the much ballyhooed five guys burgers in st. george, utah . while good, all the hype was not quite justified... especially considering the price. eating there only strengthened my testimony in in-n-out burger. cheaper and better. note to zombies: people who don't get in-n-out, don't get that they don't get in-n-out. it's up to you.

sixth. after unsuccessfully trying for a couple of years, we finally partook of the infamous jdawgs in provo, utah. in this case, the hype was well justified. best hot dog i've ever had in my life and it's not even close... plus they had apple beer. whoever thought pork by-product could be so good? it's beyond me why this place hasn't spread to other college campuses across the world. note to zombies: i'm salivating just thinking about it.

seventh. aim is informed by her brother that her alma mater (provo high) is now proudly displaying a photo of her from her cheerleading days at the same school on the wall of its main hallway . we visit the school to take a peek and discover that he wasn't lying (see pic). apparently, walmart isn't the only institution interested in displaying mrs. blogmaster on its walls.



of course, aim doesn't like the picture. i think it's great... a cute (yes, i said cute; but, sorry babe, you were a minor in the picture, to say anything stronger than cute would be weird, if not creepy or gross. and, yes, i know you don't want to be "just cute, d*&%! it!") bright eyed bushy tailed lil' ms. blogmaster-to-be. it serves its purpose. note to zombies: aim can pose for a custom pic to hang on your walls, too.

eighth. aim and i particpated in an eq activity in which social dance instruction is administered. we had a good time doing some rumba and cha cha (my personal favorite). after watching lots of so, you think you can dance? i feel ready to cut a rug and show off my lines and inner strength. we try a lift. aim approaches me confidently and then does a little bunny hop before gracefully leaping into my arms... gracefully except for the part where her skirt fluttered open like a parachute as it pushed against the air below showing off a portion of her religion. luckily, only like five people were watching and i think only about four of them noticed. we'll keep working on it.

note to zombies: we actually have some video of a somewhat robotic rumba and dip, but aim has forbade me from posting it. maybe i'll post it after aim reads this.

ninth. update fromt the twilight zone. i am about 150 pages into twilight. so far, not so bad. also, i'm feeling more secure about reading the book as i have been openly sharing with others the fact that i am reading it and all sorts of other manly men i know and respect are suddenly coming out of the twilight reading closet (firemen, electricians, etc... and, no, i'm not talking about the village people). good for us.

my take thus far:

edward is essentially the perfect man except that he sucks blood for a living and could, and would, kill any human being on the planet upon the slightest provocation. other than that, i'm sure any parent would be thrilled to see him show up on his/her doorstep with a dozen roses and ready to pick up his/her daughter for a date. note to zombies: this is why it is better to have all boys, they typicaly don't fall for the vampire type.

tenth. mrs. blogmaster wants me to be peter pan for halloween. babe, i'll read the notebook, i'll read twilight, i'll watch romantic comedies and let you paint the boys finger and toenails, but i've got to draw the line somewhere... and wearing green tights seems like as good a place as any... unless of course you want me to be green lantern. note to zombies: i'll do anything for love, but i won't do that.