He probably wouldn't admit it, but I think Milo kind of likes his brothers...
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
EM Whiting Reunion
The first part of August we made another trek to the Whiting Homestead near Springerville, Ariz. This was the "big" reunion that I hadn't been to since it was "Great in '88" and I was eight-years-old. The organizers got wind that we had put on a pretty spectacular play (hehehehe) last year at our little reunion and they invited us to put on "The Cleanest Town in the West" one more time.
After the reunion we headed to Lone Rock Beach at Lake Powell. My kids and I stayed only a day and night as Matt had school that started on that Wednesday.
My family followed a day later to my house. We went to Vegas and visited a buffet (always a highlight), decided the fun dome at Circus Circus didn't look so fun, saw the Mandalay Bay Shark Reef, my two kids and I rode in the elevator with Miss Universe, walked Fremont Street and saw the light show, and visited the pawn shop from the History Channel's "Pawn Stars."
After the reunion we headed to Lone Rock Beach at Lake Powell. My kids and I stayed only a day and night as Matt had school that started on that Wednesday.
My family followed a day later to my house. We went to Vegas and visited a buffet (always a highlight), decided the fun dome at Circus Circus didn't look so fun, saw the Mandalay Bay Shark Reef, my two kids and I rode in the elevator with Miss Universe, walked Fremont Street and saw the light show, and visited the pawn shop from the History Channel's "Pawn Stars."
I Heart Cement
If I could, I would probably cover my back yard in cement - you know, just for maintenance purposes.
Sam talked to me into this little beauty last week. And herein lies one of Sam and I's differences: He wanted a cement pad. Last Wednesday was the first I'd heard of this. The workers scoped it out on Thursday, gave him a price and today, merely a week later, we have a cement pad nearly twice the size as our first home. I have been wanting a retaining wall for four years now. It's still a pipe dream for me.
Sam's arguments for the pad: the kids can play on it so they're not by the road in the driveway/we'll put a garage or shed in the corner for a lot of my junk in the other garage/I'll use it to park my trucks on and work on them at home so I'll be home more and give you a break.
So, the man knows the right buttons to push.
For the future, though, he just better clean up his stinkin' oil spills because it's so pretty right now.

Sam talked to me into this little beauty last week. And herein lies one of Sam and I's differences: He wanted a cement pad. Last Wednesday was the first I'd heard of this. The workers scoped it out on Thursday, gave him a price and today, merely a week later, we have a cement pad nearly twice the size as our first home. I have been wanting a retaining wall for four years now. It's still a pipe dream for me.
Sam's arguments for the pad: the kids can play on it so they're not by the road in the driveway/we'll put a garage or shed in the corner for a lot of my junk in the other garage/I'll use it to park my trucks on and work on them at home so I'll be home more and give you a break.
So, the man knows the right buttons to push.
For the future, though, he just better clean up his stinkin' oil spills because it's so pretty right now.
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