Labor Day, revisited.

So this was our Labor Day:

• After some drama and yelling, we decided to go see Kung Fu Panda at the Buck-Fifty theater, and we would all be thankful for it, by gum!
• We planned to go to the first showing at 12:30 so that Karianne could spent a couple of hours with Tim before he had to work at 5pm.
• Susan was late getting back from marching in the parade, so we missed the first matinee, which put the pinch on Karianne's plans.
• We decided to try for the 4:25 showing instead, so that Karianne could see Tim before the movie. (Are we accomodating parents, or what?)
• Alas, Tim was busy all afternoon (with some lame excuse about a leaking roof) and so our flexibility was for nothing, darn it.
• Nathan was annoyed that we had changed the schedule for Karianne's sake, thus causing his TV show viewing to be interrupted when it was time to leave for the movie.
• When we arrived at the theater, we were chagrined to find that all showings were sold out. Who knew that all of Provo would think going to a movie on a rainy holiday was a good idea and that they would also have the brains to buy their tickets online the day before?
• In an attempt to salvage the outing, we stopped for shakes, a banana split, and a dipped cone.
• Due to fate, a vengeful god, or just plain bad luck, Nathan's dipped cone was delayed for over 35 minutes due to employee error.
• Nathan growled and stomped to the other side of the restaurant, where he punched and kicked the booth seat while the rest of us ate our ice cream.
  
• Two small toddlers began to play hide-and-scream mere feet away from our table.
• Nathan's cone finally arrived, and we all sat and waited while he ate it on the other side of the restaurant.
• I laid my head down on the table and gave in to the urge to laugh hysterically until tears squeezed from my tightly closed eyelids.
• My husband whispered that the padded van was on its way and we'd better leave now unless I wanted to wear a strait jacket to bed tonight.
  
• We drove home and stopped to rent WaterHorse from Blockbuster, where Tim works, much to Karianne's delight.
• Once at home, I served a nutritious dinner of popcorn and candy bars to go along with the movie. My mothering skills are unsurpassed, I know.

I decided that I can't wait for the next Holiday. Ain't family togetherness great?

Nothing says "I Love You" like flowers

I had taken a bunch of pictures of the blossoms on the peach and apple trees and the daffodils and early tulips in bloom, but lost those particular photos in the process of recovering Panic from its March crash (see Computer Conundrum). So all I have are a couple of pictures of the late tulips.






Bob the Cat (yes that's really his name) wouldn't move so I snapped his photo too. Silly cat.

I particularly loved these purple and white tulips. Every time I looked out my kitchen window they were there, waving as if to say, "Hey isn't this a beautiful world God has given us?" They never failed to bring a smile to my face, and reminded me that Heavenly Father loves us. Why else would He have filled this world with the amazing variety of forms and colors which we call flowers?

Now they are gone, their petals dried and scattered in the wind. But I have my pictures, and, even better... Summer flowers are on the way!