Sunday, November 23, 2008

Afterglow

Last night was the best night of my life. Ever! I mean it. I swear I do.

Why was last night the best night of my life, you ask? Well, if you have been paying any attention to my blog...you will know that Coldplay came to town. My favorite band. Ever! I mean it. I swear I do.

Mr. Thompson danced next to me (probably because the Utes beat BYU...which he was watching from his cell phone during the opening band/subliminal messaging act). And he is sure that this is copyright infringement but why stop with my blog header? I figure while they said no video recorders or cameras... they didn't say anything about cell phones. So here are some of the highlights from our seats last night. Enjoy! I swear you will.

Viva La Vida Live from Salt Lake City (11/22/08)


42! (Which is also my dad's cattle brand....hummmmm...coincidence? I think not!)






Viva La Vida!




Fix You! (One of my favs)



Politik!




Yellow!




Cemeteries of London!




The Hardest Part!




Lovers in Japan!




Clocks!




Violet Hill!



Coldplay going into the crowd...



Don't be alarmed if you see me in the same shirt for a while. Mr. Thompson sprang for a Viva La Vida T-shirt....

What's this foolishness about celebrity stalking?!?!?!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I've Been Tagged...Again!

Since my old missionary pal Karen "Krazy Razy" has put another "tagged" curse on me...I guess I better play along so yet another plague doesn't threaten to befall my house.

Krazy's Curse:

Seven Things I Can Do

  1. Drive well in urban and international settings (loved driving in Scotland on the other side of the car and street!)
  2. Laugh
  3. Engage strangers in conversation
  4. Play a good joke on Clay-baby
  5. Make Tigger furious by the mere mention of "calf pens on veal farms" (after all...baby calves can only grow as big as their environment so the fact that they put them in small pens on veal farms....for long periods of time...and then harvest them for veal... is unpardonable!). Gets him going EVERY time!
  6. Beat my ma at Canasta
  7. Love people who the world sometimes gives up on.

Seven Things I Can Not Do

  1. Any type of creative/artsy craft
  2. Scrapbook
  3. Cook
  4. Sew
  5. Cry
  6. Not laugh at inopportune times
  7. Have patience
Seven Things That Attract Me To Mr. Thompson (I like this one!)
  1. He loves me even though I can't cook...sew...scrapbook...do crafts...cry...not laugh at inopportune times...and have patience.
  2. He's my #1 supporter in my career, always encouraging and never criticizing!
  3. Believes that my success is his success (and vice versa) in all things.
  4. Has the cutest dimples.
  5. Is a great dad.
  6. Can make everyone laugh...including me.
  7. Loves to hold me.
Seven Things I Say Most Often
  1. Oh my hell!
  2. For the love...
  3. Gay Bob
  4. Are you freakin' kidding me?!
  5. "You did then what you knew how to do. When you know better...you do better." So...now you know!"
  6. It's okay to be mad...it's not okay to be mean!
  7. I'm sorry.
Seven Celebrity Admirations (this is a stretch for me because I really don't admire most traditional "celebrities"...)
  1. Gandhi (he was one if you think about it!)
  2. Mother Teresa (so was she!)
  3. Victor Hugo (for writing a hellava book - that made him a celebrity, right?!)
  4. Joseph Smith (sure he was a prophet but since he's in American History textbooks...doesn't that qualifiy him as a celebrity of sorts too?!)
  5. Barack Obama (McCain made the celebrity status accusation so he must count...)
  6. Tom Cruise (not my favorite actor but he stands by his religion and wacky ways despite unpopular criticism. Gotta admire that!)
  7. My grandpa Owen J. Barton. He is in the Cowboy Poet Hall of Fame...and will always be my most favorite "celebrity".

Seven Favorite Foods

  1. Floutas
  2. Tacos
  3. Cody's Deep Fried Turkey (from the turkey fryer I bought him!)
  4. Clay's Grilled Kabobs
  5. The Wilson Brother's Elk Jerky (secret spices)
  6. Hagen Daus Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream
  7. Sayid's New York Italian Pizza (made by my favorite middle easterner. Only in America!)
Seven People I'm Tagging
  1. Katie Jo
  2. Becky
  3. Holly
  4. Noelle
  5. Julie
  6. Alisa
  7. Kati

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Viva La Coldplay!

I'm so excited! For 3 months I have patiently been waiting for the concert experience of my lifetime. My favorite band, Coldplay...is coming to town! I know every Chris Martin song by heart and plan on singing my lungs out from my floor seat (which Mr. Thompson still doesn't know how much I paid for). Viva La Vida!

Speaking of Mr. Thompson....I don't think that he has put 2 and 2 together enough to realize that he will miss the Utah vs. BYU game... so if anyone has any pointers on how I can break that news to him...I could use it! I've dropped every hint imaginable since learning kickoff is at 4pm. I had planned on using my "if you really love me..." but totally exhausted that option with the drink of water I had him fetch at 3:00am this morning. (Clearly, I should have thought that wifely trick through a little more closely!)

Viva La Coldplay!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Calling All Angels

I was reading through my journal last night and I ran across something my sister said to me in the hospital...

"The closest thing to having heaven in your home...is to have part of your home in heaven."

That's a nice thought. It helps get me through.

Why I'm on the subject of my little angel....most of you didn't have the opportunity to attend our memorial service but sometime I want to share with you the song that my sister sang. Somehow she always finds the perfect words. For that I love her.

It helps get me through.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Gas Watcher - Jackpot!


"A failure is a man who has blundered but is not
capable of cashing in on the experience"

$2.08

9 cents and counting... (11/11/08)

(p.s. wish you all could have seen Mr. Thompson...who filled up the gas tank at $2.17 feeling like it was Christmas...only to drive back by about an hour later and have it dropped to $2.08. We might need a good doctor by the time this is all over!)


$2.03

4 cents and counting...
(11/12/08)


$1.97

Jackpot!
(11/14/08)

Mr Thompson called me with the news today (I'm in Idaho). I thought that was pretty big of him (Katie Jo must have put the pressure on with her insider comment). Don't worry y'all...I'll honk and wave as scoot through town on my pink scooter!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

52 Cents and Counting

I have the pleasure of driving to work with my Mr. Thompson every morning. Along the way, we have a conversation very similar from the previous days..weeks...and months. As we come within about a block of our neighborhood gas station, it most recently goes something like this...

Mr. Thompson: Oh my hell! Does that sign really say $2.51?
Me: Yes...looks like it does.
Mr. Thompson: You've got to be kidding! It's dropped 12 cents since yesterday!
Me: Yes...looks like it has.

Mr. Thompson: Yesterday it was $2.63!

Me: Yes...it was.

Mr. Thompson: We are so desensitized! Those damn oil companies raise the prices so high despite record profits....and we are so shocked and outraged! Then when prices start dropping below $3.00 a gallon we are desensitized enough that we feel like it's Christmas for $2.51! I remember a time that prices were topping a dollar and I didn't know how I was going to fill up my tank with such high prices! Then we hit almost $4.00 a gallon this summer and you remember what that was like! Now...it's drops to $2.51 and I feel like I should be grateful. We are so desensitized! I hate politicians. I hate oil companies. I hate OPEC! Those Saudi Arabians make me feel like I should go and kiss someone.....

If it drops below $2.00 a gallon...I'll give you anything you want!

Me: Anything I want?


Pink scooter it is.

Who would have thought that Mr. Thompson would be so passionate about the price of petro?! Just to keep that promise fresh in his mind...on our way home I'll start predicting a price increase/decrease about a mile from the gas station. Without fail he'll get on his soap box and continue his animated tirade from that morning about how desensitized we all are. He'll then update me on OPEC and barrel prices of crude oil which he has monitored throughout the day. I don't understand a lot of it but this much I do understand: I've gone from my Mr. Thompson having a heart attack as prices skyrocketed this summer... to offering me anything I want as prices drop this fall.

For that, I am grateful.

The way I see it...OPEC might be the ticket to my pink scooter! 52 cents and counting....

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I've Been Tagged...

Since Noelle and Holly both put the "tagged" curse on me...I guess I better play along so a plague doesn't befall my house.

Holly's Curse:

7 Random/Weird Facts About Me...

  1. I'm superstitious.
  2. I'm afraid of public restrooms.
  3. I alphabetize my pantry.
  4. I sort my closet lights to darks...short sleeves in front of long...same colored hangers...all clothes hung the same direction...finger width between each hanger on the rack.
  5. I'm a closet Twilight fan.
  6. "You're obsessive compulsive about toilet paper" (Note to self: don't ask your husband this question unless you really want the answer. In my defense, if you go to ANY hotel in America you will find that they too put the toilet paper roll with the paper over the top... and a triangular end fold...
  7. I once won a Boccie Ball tournament at Spaghetti Park in Corona Queens...being invited to play by a bunch of old Italian men who admired my Boccie abilities (and would tell me old gangster stories as we ate lemon ice). Those where the days...

Noelle's Curse:

4 songs I loved as a child that I still adore...

  1. Somewhere Over The Rainbow...check out my Rainbow Child entry on 9/20 to learn why.
  2. One Night In Bangkok (Murray Head)...which I'm still trying to figure out.
  3. Ballerina Girl (Lionel Richie) because I dared Clay to call it in on the radio's request line...and he did!
  4. Copacabana (Barry Manilow) because the movie was sooooo cool!
4 friends I had as a child that I still keep in touch with...
  1. My BFF (best friend forever) Mendy Jo Rasmussen. We bought the necklace in 6th grade... each taking a half of the heart...and will always be BFFs just like we pledged.
  2. Bubba Legg - recently hooked up with him again on Facebook. Funny kid - I used to kick his butt in 4-H.
  3. Chris Tester, the neighbor boy who was (and will always be) my nemesis.
  4. Annissa Ashcroft...still one of the funniest people I know.
4 weaknesses I had as a child...
  1. I loved to pit my sisters against each other so I could watch them fight (all I had to do was tell Angie that Lynda threw her clothes on the floor...then the hair pulling would start!)
  2. I would cause so much trouble between my siblings that if my parents had to leave town...they would send me to my grandparents ranch...so I couldn't cause problems for the babysitter. I truly just thought I was special and getting rewarded for good behavior!
  3. I would do anything to get out of work.
  4. I would get into my mother's jewelry.
4 strengths I had as a child...

  1. I would cause so much trouble between my siblings that if my parents had to leave town...they would send me to my grandparent's ranch...
  2. I could do anything to get out of work.
  3. I could always get my dad to take me with him to the store.
  4. Somehow I could always make my mom forget that she grounded me.
4 people I want to answer these questions (or you'll all be poxed)
  1. Katie
  2. Julie
  3. Noelle (Holly's Curse)
  4. Holly (Noelle's Curse)
Note: Thanks Noelle and Holly! What did we all learn through this? I have OCD and was a manipulative rotten child. Thanks....

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

How This Happened

This morning I received an email which made me smile and remember a phone call from my brother last year. It was around Christmastime and Craig called from London to tell me about how my nephew Ben "made it happen". What exactly did he make happen? Well...he saved Christmas of course, by putting a snowman on the roof of their house. He was behind it all and took great pride.

Much like Ben, I have strutted around all day after receiving the following email from my friend (and President Elect) Barack:

JaLae --

I'm about to head to Grant Park to talk to everyone gathered there, but I wanted to write to you first.

We just made history.

And I don't want you to forget how we did it.

You made history every single day during this campaign -- every day you knocked on doors, made a donation, or talked to your family, friends, and neighbors about why you believe it's time for change.

I want to thank all of you who gave your time, talent, and passion to this campaign. We have a lot of work to do to get our country back on track, and I'll be in touch soon about what comes next.

But I want to be very clear about one thing...

All of this happened because of you.

Thank you,

Barack

I made it happen!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Mr. President...I Believe!

Many of you wonder why I love Barack Obama. This is why...


He inspires me.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Come Here My Little Pretty...

I love The Wizard of Oz and I love Halloween... so it is inevitable that I love being a the most Wicked Witch of the West for Halloween! As you know, cackling is as natural as breathing for me so I look forward to October 31st each year because this is my night to shine!

This Halloween was no exception. Mr. Thompson, dressed as Mr. Thompson, wasn't really looking forward to the holiday...until we picked up his very excited Lucy from Narnia (Abbi).

With time to kill before the Erickson's Halloween Party we took her to dad's favorite store...Smith and Edwards. On the way there I tried to explain Smith and Edwards to her but how do you explain an army surplus store to a 7 year old?! In the end, I stuck with their slogan "we have everything you need...if you can find it!". For 20 miles she threw out random things and I said yes to each and every one...Smith and Edwards has it all! Upon arrival, Mr. Thompson took her to the yard and let her climb on a tank and examine a few rockets and bombs. I had to chuckle as they walked away from the bomb shell when Lucy (trailing behind her father) said, "I bet that would hurt if it landed on somebody's head". My point exactly!

For hours we hung around Smith and Edwards and I have to say that it was the most fun I've ever had there. We put on army hats (Lucy was a WWII bombardier, Mr. Thompson was a KGB Spy and my Wicked Witch of the West was a Navy Nurse)...we played on crutches...loaded Lucy up on a WWI field stretcher (which they were selling as a packing devise for deer hunt)...wheeled her to the army tent and fixed her "broken leg" on a field hospital surgical cot from the civil war. Then it was back to the crutches where we tried unsuccessfully to talk her dad into buying us a pair. Finally, a little old man came and asked if he could help us. At that point we took General Washington's winter wool coat off and replied "no thanks....just looking".

Humbled, we went to the fishing, hunting, camping section where we played in the center of the hanging sleeping bag "fort" (while dad looked at guns of course)...then on to the horse section where we put on pink cowgirl hats and admired the saddles, whips and tack. Mr. Thompson drew the line when we tried to negotiate the sale of an electric cattle prod (perfectly logical if he wouldn't buy us the crutches)!

Then it was off to the Ericksons. We rolled up and there was sweet little Tinkerbell (Keriegh) sitting all alone in the front yard carving her pumpkin with a butcher knife...with the sister missionaries approaching. After swapping her for my pumpkin carving kit she and Lucy got busy on the pumpkins. Pretty soon, every kid in the neighborhood was playing in leaves and carving pumpkins in the front yard (safely I might add). Lucy and Tinkerbell had a blast!

At about 5:00pm new BFF's came to paint my face, neck and hands green. You should have seen Lucy light up at the idea of painting the most Wicked Witch of the West. It wasn't a perfect paint job but it was definitely worth it because they had a blast painting me up. When Bubble Bee (Dalyn) saw me he ran away crying. Then we all put on our costumes, had a pizza party and hit the neighborhood with a group of about 15. Lyn taught me a witch song and they made me cackle at every house we went too. Bumble Bee quickly warmed up to the fun. The funniest was this little old lady who was outside handing out candy with her little dog barking wildly from inside. I walked up and said my Oz line... "Come here my little pretty...and your little dog too!" and everyone thought that was funny and the little old lady just laughed and laughed.

Eventually it got dark which made my scare tactics even better. As we passed on group of Trick or Treaters...I cackled and made a Ladybug scream/cry and that was about when Lucy reached up to hold my hand for the duration of the night.

At 7:00pm we left the Erickson party (who continued around their neighborhood) and we went to Kaysville so Lucy could "hit every house in her whole ward!". Note to self: if a kid wants to trick or treat for 3 hours... leave the high heeled witch boots at home! We had a great time just Lucy and my most Wicked Witch of the West on door steps hollering "trick or treat" (with Mr. Thompson patiently waiting on the sidewalk). It was actually the most fun I've had in a long time! It was even funny when we went to Lucy's best friend and neighbor's house and had her mom reply... "Wow, it's true- Abbi's step-mom really is a witch!".

Yes, I am!

On the way home Mr. Thompson squeezed my hand three times (our non-verbal cue for "I love you") and thanked me for making Halloween so much fun. I haven't had my traditional party for a few years and I don't think he ever "got it" until last night. He promised that next year we could go back to Idaho so I could do it up right. Mark you calendars little Wilson children because the most Wicked Witch of the West is coming back to town!

52 Cents and Counting...

I have the pleasure of driving to work with my Mr. Thompson every morning. Along the way, we have a conversation very similar from the previous days..weeks...and months. As we come within about a block of our neighborhood gas station, it most recently goes something like this...

Mr. Thompson: Oh my hell! Does that sign really say $2.51?
Me: Yes...looks like it does.
Mr. Thompson: You've got to be kidding! It's dropped 12 cents since yesterday!
Me: Yes...looks like it has.

Mr. Thompson: Yesterday it was $2.63!

Me: Yes...it was.

Mr. Thompson: We are so desensitized! Those damn oil companies raise the prices so high despite record profits....and we are so shocked and outraged! Then when prices start dropping below $3.00 a gallon we are desensitized enough that we feel like it's Christmas for $2.51! I remember a time that prices were topping a dollar and I didn't know how I was going to fill up my tank with such high prices! Then we hit almost $4.00 a gallon this summer and you remember what that was like! Now...it's drops to $2.51 and I feel like I should be grateful. We are so desensitized! I hate politicians. I hate oil companies. I hate OPEC! Those Saudi Arabians make me feel like I should go and kiss someone.....
If it drops below $2.00 a gallon...I'll give you anything you want!

Me: Anything I want?

Who would have thought that Mr. Thompson would be so passionate about the price of petro! Just to keep that promise fresh in his mind...on our way home I'll start predicting a price increase/decrease about a mile from the gas station. Without fail he'll get on his soap box and continue his animated tirade from that morning about how desensitized we all are. He'll then update me on OPEC and barrel prices of crude oil which he has monitored throughout the day. I don't understand a lot of it but this much I do understand: I've gone from my Mr. Thompson having a heart attack as prices skyrocketed this summer... to offering me anything I want as prices drop this fall.

For that, I am grateful.

The way I see it...OPEC might be the ticket to my pink scooter! 52 cents and counting....
 
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