I'm still trying to figure out how to use my in-law's computer and find my pics on it. Shouldn't be that hard, I realize, but it is. While in Logan with my brother Bevan, he took us up to Idaho one day to float a river (can't remember the NAME of the river, nor can I figure out why my pics of that trip won't upload onto the computer), and on the drive back, we followed him far out into the country, well off the beaten path to this water canal. I took at least 10-15 pics of us all jumping in and being sucked in by the current down the narrow shute, but again, I can't find them!! It was SOO fun, possibly more fun than the actual float trip down the river.
If any of you have a problem with cold sores, as I do, try L-Lysine. It comes in pill and topical ointment form, and if you pop a good 4 at a time when you feel the blister starting, most of the time, it stops before it gets too bad. However, as you can see in this disgusting pic of myself, this one will not heal!! It didn't even grow to a full grown blister, but continues to "heal over" to a dark, red blood blister. SOO ugly. My generous brother Bevan sold us his Canon camera for cheap, so I was playing around with it the other morning and thought I'd take this pic of how nasty tired I looked, and the blister on my lip of course.
I thought I'd throw this one in because I'm too vain, and too proud to allow one hideous pic of me shown on my blog. Now you all know I still shower and put make-up on most of the time.
We went to my brother in law Cory's parents home/farm yesterday to pick blueberries. It was wonderful. They live on tons of gorgeous acreage with raspberries, blueberries, and a huge garden that I lay in bed dreaming of one day creating. I LOVE gardens (but am too lazy and overwhelmed right now to plan). Cole has a love love LOVE/hate relationship with his cousins. Most of the time, he adores every minute spent with them, up to the point of obsession and irritation from mom at his constant pleading to spend every waking moment with them. There are times, like with most close family, that fights and arguments begin to which Cole is extremely sensitive (he's sensitive to his OWN feelings, not really others). His INsensitive mom took this pic of him screaming and crying as a result of fighting with cousins, with blueberry juice all over his clean white shirt. How funny is that? I was able to take him on a date last night, just the two of us. We walked down to the local Burgerville for shakes and then walked over to the skatepark and watched some pretty extreme skateboarders. It was great. Cole was a sweet a pie. He's a special kid and I adore him. Just wish I could figure him out...

*this post is not very clear and hard to understand due to screaming kids in the background. I apologize.