Tools

A mouse is a tool that runs around and squeaks. Just kidding. A mouse is a tool that operates the pointer on a computer. Cats don't chase it around. It helps us because we don't have to slide our fingers around a touch pad of a laptop which is tricky. It is the only thing that will operate the pointer of a desktop. There is no chance of it coming alive and ambushing the computer.

comments on Washington, DC trip

I should have written this all down in July, but I am slow. Some funny things happened on our trip that I don't want to forget. When we landed at the airport in Washington, D.C. we were herded onto a shuttle bus. The convention center ended up being quite far from downtown. As the driver started out, all was jolly. There were not many of us on the bus, so we were towards the front and could hear his cell phone conversations. Early on he received a call about a traffic jam or something, so he turned around and headed back the same direction we had been traveling. From then on it became apparent that he had no idea where he was going. The convention center was so new that it didn't show up on anyone's GPS. Many pharmacist nerds frantically searching for directions. We started turning around in parking lots and asking people stopped at stoplights for directions. At one point we were on a massive freeway system and drove by the center but in the wrong lane. We turned around in a hotel parking lot and the one group of people who were sitting in the back must have been oblivious up until this point about our situation because one the little kids said, WE MADE IT. The rest of the bus laughed hysterically and said, not quite. Eventually someone called someone who had access to the internet and we given credible dirctions and we arrived about 2 hours later. The funniest thing was that the driver should have been back to pick up other people at the airport and his company kept calling him and asking what was going on. Not once did he ask them for directions. He just kept telling them Traffic, Traffic. Not once did we wait for any traffic anywhere.

back in bloggerhood

I think I already have written a message that says I am back, but maybe I will post one a year. Taci said I had to change the message from saying I am old because we were born on the same day in the same hospital. She didn't want to be reminded of oldness. She is actually older than I am though. Aaron also wanted to let everyone know that he actually did get invited to his class reunion. Although we did not attend.

Life is pretty dang good in the Myler household right now. Am I tempting fate? I am able to home Tues through Fri and can spend more time schooling my kiddos and cleaning house. We are finishing up the house slowly but surely. Aaron just finished some back splash tile in the kitchen. He is very good. We have survived the Swine flu so far. So many people here are so sick.

Nothing much on the horizon except Thanksgiving coming up. We will have a quiet one with only Mom and Lee and Grandma and Grandpa Kelly probably. Anyone else is invited who wants to come. The more the merrier. Life is good.

Washington, DC trip

We went to Washington, DC this summer for a pharmacy convention. Suzanna, Dad, the Housleys and I had been when I was a freshman in highschool, right before Dad married Sandee. It has been a long time since then. On the current trip, the convention center we stayed at was about a half hour outside of the city. I was not quite as convenient as walking down the street. I have great stories about transportation which hopefully I will relate later. Here are some of our pictures. Cord is standing in front of the Declaration of Independence (we think we remember).

Yikes

Yikes, I am getting old. I am finding gray hairs and wrinkles. I have always before looked way young for my age. My mom once gave me a lottery ticket which I scratched and won $20. I took it to redeem it at our local gas station, Tonys. The lady there asked for my drivers license. She subtracted my age and said that since I was 11 years old I was not able to redeem a lottery ticket. In this case, I don't know if it was all my fault for looking young since the lady thought an 11 year old could have a drivers license. Maybe it was just South Fremont High School math. I was really 21 years old.

We have our 20 year class reunion this year. I have been graduated from college for 11 years. Where does the time go? Aaron has not been invited to his 20 year class reunion. Maybe it would be better to be not found.

crafty days

Cordovan learned how to use a crochet spool and Emory made great symmetrical sculptures.