Mitt Romney

Rick and I had quite a busy day yesterday, so I didn't get a lot of time to check my email. I checked it in the morning, and didn't get another opportunity until 5:30. I had an email from the Tea Party, saying that Mitt Romney was going to be in Quakertown (20-25 min from our house) at noon, and everyone who could go, get over there. He said he knew it was short notice, but just discovered it himself. I checked the time on the email 11:42 am.

If I had know he was going to be in Quakertown at noon, I would have cancelled everything and gone there to be part of the crowd, and show support. So close!! I was extremely disappointed.

Flag Day

One of the Tea Party groups that I'm a member of, the one in Harleysville, had a Flag Day ceremony which started at 6:45 pm. My sister Cheryl and I wrote up our own bucket lists for this summer, and on my bucket list I decided that I wanted to attend a Tea Party event every month. I asked Rick if he wanted to go,  he did, so after he got home and did a few things, we jumped in the jeep (little alliteration there) and off we went.

It was outside, which I liked. Something about outdoor events... I just enjoy the great outdoors (waxing poetic). We arrived just as a singer was beginning "The Star-Spangled Banner." I love that song, and love hearing it - unfortunately no one can sing it and this woman was no better and a little worse. She had waaaaay too much vibrato, but could hit all the high notes (and hit them she did!).

We then said the Pledge of Allegiance, two women read patriotic poems, and the man who runs this Tea Party had a few pertinent things to say, asked some historical and flag related questions of the audience and threw prizes to whoever answered them correctly.

The main speaker, a local boy who was a state, not federal, senator gave an interesting talk on George Washington and the Revolutionary War and then it was over, the whole thing taking one hour, which was perfect.

Cute Hair

Anyone who knows me knows that my hair has been my nightmare almost my entire life. After Jason was born I got a really cute short cut that I liked a lot. But I have not liked my hair much since then - and he is 33. In Indiana I finally found a stylist that I liked most of the time, but certainly didn't love her work on my head. In North Carolina I never did find anyone I liked, and I went to a bunch, stayed with one a long time until finally I had to find someone else because I disliked her cuts and styles so much.

My sister, Kristi, hooked me up with her hairdresser in Utah, Kirby, and I love him, but Utah is a little far away to be my fulltime hairdresser.

I moved to Philly, asked around, and got a stylist that I like as much as Kirby. Kirby did my hair in April, so it was time to go again. I just got back from Sue (the one here); she colored, cut, and styled it and I love it (as usual)!! It was 6:30 when I left and I said it was too bad that I didn't have anywhere worthy to go, just home and then to bed tonight. She said, "Go to the grocery store and flip your hair around," as she modeled what to do.

No one who hasn't gone thro my hair life can ever understand the trauma it has been. And how incredibly wonderful it is to have a stylist who can give me cute hair.

Memorial Day Picnic

Mon was our Ward's Memorial Day Picnic. The Relief Society was in charge, but we asked all of the organizations to bring something different, whether it was desserts, chips, or, in case of everyone else, a dish to share. The High Priests, of which Rick is the group leader, were in charge of getting grills there, and then grilling, along with bringing all the condiments necessary, such as lettuce, tomatoes, pickles. Rick was trying to decide how to get our grill over there, since we don't have a pickup or trailer. He ended up buying a trailer hitch rack to transport the bbq grill. He spent 45 min attaching it on Mon morning, and then off we went to the picnic. At the picnic, the other man with his grill didn't bring a flipper, so Rick cooked all the hamburgers and hotdogs - 2 hours of standing over the smokey grills. Actually, he did get several men who came over and offered to relieve him, which was quite nice.

Chris went over early to play in the softball game, which is a big ward tradition. He sure does work and play well with others, making many new friends!!#%???&&##
Unfortunately the cute girl he met at the picnic is waaaaaay too young.

The picnic was a great success, but then this is one of the ward's traditions that people love and old ward members return to attend.

Washington Crossing the Delaware

This location is 6 miles from New Hope and Rick and I had been wanting to visit it. We drove to New Hope on Fri after picking up Chris from the airport. We walked around in New Hope and Lambertville, NJ (just across the Delaware River), had lunch, then drove over to the hysterical site, as we used to say when I was growing up. These things are nice to see, but always seem kind of flat or disappointing to me. Not sure what I'm expecting....

Chris and Claire Bonding

When someone new comes Claire follows them around trying to get attention. Chris came for Memorial Day weekend, so of course Claire follows him, lays on his shoes, and just in all ways makes a nuisance of herself. She was lying in a weird position, so Chris decided to lay the pillow on top of her. She just laid there with the pillow on top of her, blinking her eyes.