The Weekend in Thatcher

Crazy Logan

Miss Kate

So I tried to come up with a catchey title but seriously my mind is totally blank.

Anyways, we started out our trip about 10:30 (ok that WAS the planned time but I got a little side tracked and finally at 10:42 Cody shoved me out the door...which led to me forgetting my camera). Things went smoothly until we hit construction outside of Globe for about 40 minutes which resulted in the biggest tickle fight ever. I'm pretty sure every tendon, ligament and muscle in my left hand was pulled, stretched and tweeked but it was so worth it. In Globe we ate Taco Bell and this is the start of ALL the Mexican food during the weekend (still suffering from it). Finally we pulled into Thatcher, the most windy I've ever seen it and headed to the church to help decorate for the party! The party was a lot of fun and it was so good to catch up with everyone! We were served taco salad. That night Cody and I stayed at the Rapier's house, ate Blue Bell Mint Chip ice cream and KILLED Shannon and Ryan at THEIR game Carcassone. It was beautiful. Last time we played with them, we beat them too. I think they regret teaching us how to play but we will forever enjoy the taste of victory (I'd also like to say, they slotter us all of the time).

Saturday Shannon and I went to a few garage sales where I found a lamp, antique mirrors, and a train for the little one. Cody keeps saying he likes the lamp and I think he now trusts my taste. Its only taken two years!! We all went out to lunch at La Casita. I have been craving that place since we moved and I believe I ate about two huge bowls of chips, a whole salsa dispenser and my whole burrito by myself. Just thinking about it makes me sick but it was so worth it. Then we went to Marilyn's and hung out all day just doing whatever and keeping my language under wraps which I was pretty much successful except when I was playing trains with Shannon and Melinda. I was so close to an amazing play when Shannon calls out as nicely as possible but it was more like I-love-sticking-it-to-ya type voice "Last turn." I just stared at the board and said, "da.......dangit." She ended up winning. Go figure. Mexican left overs were served but I didn't eat...anything. I was still stuffed from lunch. That night Cody, me, Shannon and Ryan stayed up till 1:30 just chit chatting and watching the Rapier's 2008 video which left me in tears yet again. Oh how I miss going over there whenever and babysitting their kids. There is a little girl, almost 10 so not THAT little, who constantly is watching what I'm doing which is actually pretty scary. I will just apologize now for anything she does because I corrupted my best friend growing up too and I still think some of her choices were because of my influence.

Sunday I tried to listen to conference but I just decided when there are that many people around, I can't concentrate worth a darn so I gave up and played with the kiddos and that was my heaven anyways. I just can't believe how much they've all grown up!! We made our way home at five but had a few delays like me throwing up right after eating some dinner but made a safe return from an awesome weekend.

Oh and several relatives made it aware that they blog stalk me. Grand. It didn't really hit me until I was saying my prayers the night we got home that I am A LOT more vocal than the Claridge Clan. I would like to think I am going to try harder to keep myself a little more under control next time but at the same time I think, this is how I am. I'm working on finding a balance.

Things I Find Humorous

Of all the posts I've done, this is probably the most random.

Humorous Things I've Observed or Experienced Lately:

Noises of constipation...and they're so necessary in the process.

Meeting someone for the first time (ex. job interview, co-worker) Its so fake and the things they say or you say are forgotten as soon as you walk away.

People's sneezes and nose blowing.

Annoyed mothers trying to be calm while talking to someone.

DJ's laughing at themselves.

Music on sitcoms or during the climax.

Gas-it has become my entertainment with this pregnancy and the more I think about it, the funnier it is. Side note, Cody will sometimes ask, "Please tell me that was fake. Please." Through laughter I say, "Nope, all natural." When Rustin stayed with us it happened again and he said, "Are you freakin kidding me right now?" Thats when I realized just how cool it is! My poor children.

Vomitting. Unless the person is like really, really sick.

(I guess I could've saved time and just wrote "Bodily Functions" but this was better.)

Toes

I have what should be a quick story to tell, but to annoy my brother Rustin, I will make it long, boring and dreadful.

The history of Cody's middle toe.

About a year ago, Cody and I were watching TV at Marilyn's house when he jumped up to go get something, probably food, when he stubbed his toe SO hard on her recliner. He was leaning down over the chair and trying to breathe. I just kept telling him he was a baby and to get over it. He told me that it really did hurt and I was mean (probably true). Well next day, if that long, it was black and blue. I then felt slightly bad that I was mean to him but still laughed on the inside. September 08 his stupid toe nail finally fell off when he was in the back seat of my dad's truck. He wanted me to kiss it. (The gross thing-I was going to but he stopped me.)

Now on with an even funnier story, I hate when I'm dead asleep and Cody gets up to pee and turns the light on and leaves the door open so that it wakes me up. Aggravating. He hasn't done that in quite some time but last nite, he did. I didn't say anything but I could hear him just fine. He flushed and started walking, hit the lights, THUD, "son of a......", light back on. I'm in bed and yell, "TURN OFF THE LIGHT" in my manica voice and he says with a broken heart, "I just broke my toe." "Shh." "You don't even care." "Sorry." This morning I woke up and got ready for work and before I left, I went to kiss Cody goodbye. He said his toe is still throbbing so I ask to look at it. Sure enough its the same toe and its black and blue. I just start laughing so hard. Later I asked him to do the dishes and he yells out, "I don't know if I can TOE MURDERER!" Me-laugh laugh laugh. I asked if he remembers saying that and he doesn't but he did! Oh its classic.
I do feel bad for him and I'm sorry I find such humor in it but come on...what spouse wouldn't think thats funny?

Ryan Jim

This week I am writing about my oldest brother Ryan Jim Reidhead. I have been taking notes to remind myself what to write down!

One time he asked me to massage his back so i sat on his back and let er rip. He jumped up so quick and years later has finally repaid me the honor. A family that farts together, stays together.

When he got ran over by a dump truck he gave us all a scare. I came home and saw my mom on the phone with the doctor the most nervous I've ever seen her. Then they took the blood out of the blood clot and we all squirmed, escpecially Ryan who was gripping the walls and left two greasy streaks on the white doctor walls. I believe me, Kiley and possibly my dad left the room cuz we have a weak stomachs. Ryan would've done anything to get out of that room as well.

Ryan kept putting his feet on me which permanently smell like cowboy boots so i gently pulled his toe hair. I'm still surprised he didn't kick me.
I used to have to wake him up in the mornings after my mom would call down in the dungeon and not get a response. We all knew he could hear her...the neighbors could hear her. I would quietly turn his door knob and sneak up to his bed so it wouldn't be a rude awakening. Well nearly everytime he would jump out at me and scare me SO bad.
I drove his truck to Snowflake with a friend as a favor cuz I'm awesome. I couldn't get the clutch and the gas just right and kept stalling. Finally I gunned it and shoved it into 3rd gear...who cares about 1st and 2nd right? and we were off. We made it to snowflake, got the new tires put on, and were on our way back. I parked it right where I found it, which happened to be on a little hill. I put the emergency brake on and pulled away in my red station wagon. The next day I got a call about my trip and if I had a hard time getting started. I told him yeah it was a little tricky. He said, "Thats usually what happens when you leave the emergency brake on for 15 miles." Woops. I guess his friend had parked his truck at the bottom of that little hill and got a "little" dent. Again...woops.

He can talk his way out of any ticket.... MOST of the time...but I guess not quite enough. I have the same lead foot...in fact we all do.

His dog "Nice-Ace" was the best trained dog I've ever been around...and had the worst farts ever. He knew how to clear the room...yes I'm still talking about the dog.
(I wasn't here for this one) One trip to Ruidoso, Ryan was laying on the ground and my uncle Gary sat on him and Ryan let out a big one. I doubt Gary has ever laughed that hard or anyone else that was there.

One time Ryan came down to Thatcher because my car wasn't working right. He bought a new battery for it and on our way home from Wal-Mart we passed my friend on her mo-ped. Ryan then got in front of her in his Ford and LAID down the black smoke for about a solid mile. You could barely see the mo-ped's head light! We laughed SO hard.
Coming home from a trip to Rocky Point we were all piled into the old Dodge and had a camper shell put on the bed so there were enough seats for everyone and so we could take turns sleeping on the mattress. Yes we're THAT family! Well we stopped at Dairy Queen and went through the drive thru. Ryan told us what he wanted and my dad told him to act retarded when the lady handed him his through the camper shell window. He did it and we laughed so hard! I'm sure the lady wanted to call CPS.

He has always remembered to call me on important dates and supports me.

He has always been a very protective brother whether he admits it or not. He never liked any of my guy friends and they all knew it!

He goes and goes and goes but he crashes hard when he's done.

I'm excited to see him with my little kid. Hopefully he'll teach him how to be tough.

I love Ryan more than anything and am thankful he's my older brother. He made growing up a lot of fun!

Attack!

Today I was at work cleaning the "comfort stations" aka the crappers when I helped myself to a bag of m&m's and a orange G2 Gatorade. It was fantastic. Anyways I thought I would be a kind human and share with the chipmunks that are always lined up waiting for almonds or pecans. I stuck my hand out with an M&M in hand and the first chipmunk smelled me and when it felt comfortable it took it and nibbled away. Why not do it again with the next little guy? I stuck out my hand again and the stupid little gerbil came up and bit my middle finger! I cursed so loud and chucked my M&M at in a matter-of-fact way. Luckily it didn't break the skin but it still scared me. I called Cody and told him! He asked, "How old are you again?" Funny.

I still think chipmunks are so cute but I am going to just place the food on the step next time!

WOOPS!

Today started like any other day, I got up and peed at 5 am, had a night mare and had Cody hold me, later he elbowed me in the mouth, then my alarm went off and I hit snooze 4 or 5 times. Anyways, on with my story, I took the Stratus to work and decided if it just had some body work done to it, I wouldn't hate it so much...not to mention it has a really loud engine. I was cruising and listening to "Big Pimpin" one of my favorites. Everyday I go down a road with construction but I just go with the flow of traffic and speed. Well unfortunately, I was the head of the pack today and even more UNFORTUNATE there was a Sheriff sitting by the 25 MPH sign while I was still going 46 mph. :D He got me. I knew he got me. The Sheriff passed cars to catch up to me in the zone oh and by this time I had slowed to like 15. I basically just waited for him to turn his lights on and kept praying Cody had put the proof of insurance in the cubby. I prayed hard but was so afraid to look. As soon as we were out of the zone, there goes his lights but my heart was already sunk so it didn't make a difference whether there were lights or not. He came up to the car and the conversation went like this:
Sheriff: "Have any idea why I pulled you over?"

Me: "I was probably going a tad fast" in a sweet innocent voice. (One you would never imagine me to have)

Sheriff: "Try 21 over."

Me: "Eek" and a look of total remorse and a look like I just crapped my pants.

We have a quick conversation about where I'm headed and why my tags are registered in Show Low. He also thought he recognized me from a previous traffic violation but I told him I have never been pulled over since I moved here. I did say that with much pride and dignity!

Sheriff: "Can I see your license, registration and proof of insurance."

Me: "No problem" but I'm really thinking, "please oh please be in the cubby"...and it was! THANK YOU CODY FOR LISTENING!

He walks away and in the mean time, I'm praying for my life because I know Cody is going to kill me if I get another ticket (I currently have 4 on my record...not counting traffic school....slow learner). He comes back but wtih no clip board. I am thinking, "I'm so busted. Here comes the cuffs."

I took a deep breath and kinda stuck my head out of the window so I could see him better, I was basically parked in a ditch and could only see the ground.

Sheriff: "One of two things will happen. One I arrest you for criminal speed in a construction zone which is DOUBLE the fine plus there were workers present. ............ or Two, I give you a verbal warning and you slow down."

Me: "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I then took off with the biggest smile EVER and set my cruise.

Ya know all I can really say is HOLY CRAP! How did that even happen? How did I get so lucky? I think it was because I never swore or blamed anyone but myself. I was going to take blame and accept consequences but that doesn't mean I didn't say a quick prayer! And I thought the time I got pulled over going 76+++ in a 65 on my way to church was bad (he clocked me AFTER I came around the corner...would it have been before...I would've never made it to church that day or for the next year!) Moral of these stories, "Only we can learn from our mistakes."

I think I've finally learned.