This year's gonna fly!

Don't ya just love my lingo? I'm reading a good book called "These Is My Words" and it's simply delightful. It's about a gal who homesteaded AZ. The main character is one I can really relate to and the story will have you both laughing and crying. I now want to learn how to shoot a rifle properly, not that I should ever have to use it (I hope!).

It was a busy week at our house. I think all of the music teachers decided that December was so packed full of concerts, they decided to pack January as well. We had Kaylee's UT Youth Symphony Concert on Monday night then Shannon's Concert Choir on Thursday night, Weslie and Shannon have a piano recital this week. Weslie had a basketball game Saturday (Whitney coaches her team - I will have to get some good photos to share next week). Kaylee is in the pit orchestra for Peter Pan their High School Musical this Spring. She goes at 5:30 AM every morning for practice. Weslie was in the school geography bee and made the top 10 then got eliminated.

She also was priveledged to be asked to be the ball girl for the UT State Girl's Basketball Team (GO AGGIES!!) so we went to two games this week and they were fun! Her dream is to play on the Girl's team some day. We also attended the USU Boy's games and Whit had to referee for Kendall's basketball game as well as play on his own team. What can I say? We are a basketball family.


The top event of the week was . . . WHITNEY'S BIRTHDAY!! I won't disclose his age as that might lend me some trouble but we celebrated with the usual cake, icecream and home-made chicken fried steak. Now for a word on chicken fried steak . . . Most of you are thinking - YUCK! Well, you haven't tasted properly made chicken fried steak. Whitney's grandmother makes the best in the world. It literally melts in your mouth and she was so gracious to teach me how to make it. Mine's not near as good as hers but it sure gets the old taste buds watering! If any of you want to come visit, I'll show you what I mean. With weeks like this ahead, this year's going to fly!



Here's a picture of Whit and his cake. Don't bother counting candles. (Hee Hee)