Saturday, January 5, 2008
I Hate Wendy's
Friday, January 4, 2008
Maybe It's Because It's New Years
Speaking of Blythe, today when we were driving down Highway 95, I actually felt like I was coming home. I think that's the first time since we moved here. I mean, I've looked forward to getting into my house after a day out of town, but driving into the valley today, I was struck by the beauty of the desert. I found myself happy to be back in the area. It's a nice feeling. I guess the southwest has grown on me.
Lastly, when I was home of the holidays, my dad was playing with his new camera. Of course I don't want one as fancy (read pricey) as his, but I decided I want to be a better photographer with what I do have. So I've joined Kamie and have started another blog. Everyday we post a new picture featuring something new, whether it's a technique, subject or whatever. The site is www.petersonpictureblog.blogspot.com so be sure to add it to your list of places to visit daily and feel free to join us!
Christmas Memories
Christmas break was rather uneventful. We just hung out with the fam. Along with nine people in the house, we had four dogs in the backyard, sister Rachel's and Lance's three. That was madness. This is Jason attempting to play with the dogs. I have no idea where the fourth one is. Probably getting ready to attack.

Being with my brother was the best because I rarely get to see him and he's very funny. We had to go to our not-so-fun-now-that-we're-older family Christmas party (which is held after Christmas) were all we do now is just hang out with our own family. Someone decided we needed to have a family sing along and Jason, who seems to have very little shame, joined in with gusto. This is my first attempt at video and it did come from my cell phone, but you get the idea.
And there you have it. Christmas vacation in a nut shell.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Blogs Back Soon
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Happy Birthday

1st Birthday
Finally 5
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Here's a Good Rant for You

and I'm more than a little frustrated. That's right, that is the carpet and pad in my living room pulled up because it is soaked. When I push my finger into the pad water squirts out. The neighbors (with whom we share a wall) are remodeling and apparently have a leaking something in the bathroom. So what do I get as a thank you for letting them know they have a problem? Yes, you are correct, all their water. Okay, I only knew they had a problem after I discovered my carpet was wet, but who cares about a timeline?
Anyway, I wasn't too upset about it last night because, after all, these things do happen and I'm not the one paying for repairs (the joy of renting), but after listening to fans night and day, rearranging the filthy pad and carpet backing to get optimal air flow and enduring the smell that has taken over our house, I am quickly losing my patience. In one way I'm counting the seconds until I get to leave this mess behind but in another I realize this needs to get taken care of in less than 48 hours because if it's not, nothing will happen for two weeks--other than, of course, a dirty, musty stink penetrating every single thing I own.
One final little rant: who pays for the electricity to run those stupid fans 24/7 as we try to salvage worn, stinky carpet? Oh yeah, that would be me. Have a nice day!