Monday, February 2, 2009

ICE FISHING - FISH LAKE


Okay, so many of you know I have fears. One of the many, is ice fishing. It's not the fishing that freaks me, it's the standing on top of a frozen lake, hearing cracking ice....YIKES! In years past, G would take the kids ice fishing. I would stay home and busy myself so I wouldn't think about what was happening at the lake, i.e., kid's falling through the ice, etc. I guess many people get pleasure from this "sport", but it's beyond my imagination.

This weekend, G, H and A went with friends to Fish Lake. They had a great time and caught lots of fish.
This is H. He claims to have caught the most fish on the trip.

Cody B taking it easy snacking while fishing.
Nick S also chill-laxing. (Do they not get the potential danger involved here?)
G and H
H with a small perch. Pretty fish but it has sharp spines. A took the pictures so he is not posted here. He claims to have caught the largest fish.
This is Nick S. on 1/2 inch thick ice. They assure me he is near shore, but somehow that doesn't make me feel any better. Nick....tsk, tsk, tsk. Great form, however.
Not all the fun was on the ice. I suppose it is safe to say, "what happens at Fish Lake, stays at Fish Lake". They stayed in one of Nick's ancestor's home which hasn't really been lived in since the 30's, yet the family keeps it as it was then. A took lots of pictures of the old house. He loved that they had dynamite in the basement, old canned peaches, and furniture from the 30's.

I guess it is these kind of trips that make men out of boys. I was glad they made it home in one piece. My friend Colette told me of a kid in Monroe who fell through the ice on Saturday....it was at Fish Lake. Okay, my fears are confirmed!!!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

CEDAR ROCKS CANYON VIEW!

Once again, Cedar High spanked the Canyon View Falcons in basketball. It was cross-town rivalry at its best! A and H play trumpet in the pep band. The gym was really rockin'! A is first trumpet on right (just below drummer with headband) and H is seven to his left. Cross-town rivalry is best when you win! Condolences to Courtney and her friends!

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

SKI & SNOWBOARDING

The family made a trip to Brian Head today. It was perfect weather, perfect crowds, etc. The above picture is Mad's second day of skiing. By the end of the day, she was a pro. When I've skied, I always used poles. G taught Mad without using poles. I guess it worked because she is a very confident skier this evening.

H is a snowboarder. He knows how to handle the board. As a boarder, H hates the flat spots on some of the bunny hills at Navajo, and was glad to move over to Giant Steps later in the day to show off his game.
A likes the ski. He does very well. This is the third time this week the boys have been skiing. Poor kids....more like spoiled rotten.
I was glad G had a day off and wanted to spend it with his family. Mad thinks that Dad is the only one that can teach her how to ski, so she really enjoyed this time with him.
The gang all had a good time. Mak and I were lounge lizards for most of the morning, and then ventured out to a few cabin open houses. If anyone is interested in sharing the expense of a cabin/townhome, let me know.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

SNOW FOR CHRISTMAS.....

We've got lots of snow. It just keeps coming. I think just this morning there was 10 inches in some spots. Other places only 5 inches. I worked on 10 houses in 3 hours. I love to shovel the snow, blow the snow, but what I'd really like to do is buy a 4-wheeler with a blade so that I could push the snow. This body isn't as young as it use to be and I feel wiped out when I'm done.
Mad and the puppies enjoyed playing in it

Mak would like to be out in the snow, but she must sit by the fire and drink her hot cocoa. She still thinks she'll be able to snowboard again before the season ends. I'm more pessimistic. (See previous post regarding breaking her ankle.) She will be on crutches for another few weeks and then in a walking boot.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Christmas Wishes.....

It's always fun to listen to what the kids want for Christmas. A wants Jazz tickets, H a video game, Mak wants money for clothes and Mad wants it all (scooter, mp3 player, camcorder, etc.) When I was younger, the list was huge. There were things I put on my list that I was certain wouldn't be there on Christmas morning. I would also list things like pajamas because I knew Mom would have those whether I asked for them or not. While at the grocery store yesterday, the cashier told me that he felt "kids nowadays are spoiled and don't have much of a wish list". It's funny that I've been thinking the same thing. All of my kids struggled to come up with items for their Christmas list. Have we baby-boomer parents overindulged our children? Have they no Christmas wishes? I remember when the Sears catalog arrived in the mail. I would sit down and go through it page by page, writing down the item number, size, color and price just so Santa would have an easier time. The list would continue to grow as the season progressed. Perhaps the problem is.....there is no more Sears catalog. Life was simplier then.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Not a Good Day....



Saturday was an interesting day. The pictures above are only for graphic purposes. They are not actual photos of the coming events. G took the girls skiing and snowboarding. It sounded like a good idea. G even had his bindings replaced. Apparently, they didn't even make it past the first lift ride. Mak had her left leg in the snowboard bindings. While jumping off the lift, her board hit something and went one way, while her body went another. Yep! She broke her ankle.

Meanwhile, Dad was helping Mad learn to ski. He somehow got tangled up in his skis and heard his knee pop. Yep! He blew out his knee. The good news is that Mad made it down to the bottom of the hill without any help.

The boys and I were home while all the excitement was happening on the mountain. H and A played in the high school band for the Christmas parade. Since Mak was now injured, we all were drawing straws to see who would go with Dad to Glenn Beck's Christmas Sweater. I won.