In Utah's constant ambition to rid the filth from this state, the lawmakers are working on banishing malt beverages from being sold in the grocery stores.
I thought that was bad. But it turns out that by getting rid of the cheerleader beer, the real beer market is expanding a little bit.
Amen and Hallelujah! My FAVORITE beer has finally crossed the Rocky Mountains and landed in my fridge!
Kare, Amanda, Carrie... come on over!
We I set up our Christmas tree this weekend. Back when we had no kids and no money, we bought a bargain of a fake tree.
I was always against fake trees, but hubby insisted on it and it wasn't the hill I wanted to die on.
I think we bought the display tree at KMart. It is not pre-lit and doesn't particularly fool the eye into thinking it is anything resembling a real tree.
For the past few years, we have talked about shopping the after Christmas sales for a new fake-but-more-real-looking-easier-to-set-up-possibly-even-pre-lit Christmas tree.
However, by the day after Christmas, I'm usually pretty pooped, so putting in the effort to find the right tree for the right price is not high on my list.
Anyhoo, my bloggy friend Nicole posted about her favorite ornaments on her tree and I thought would share a few of my favorites.
I have friends with "designer" trees that are carefully decorated with matching ornaments and look like they could be in a Macy's window.
Not us.
We go for the white trash mix and match sentimental look. We have a varied collection of ornaments that have been growing since before the day we said, "I do."
This one is heartfelt for obvious reasons. During the holiday season of 2001 I bought this flag ornament and wrote the "why" on a sticker on the back.
Not that we will ever forget. But I want our children to remember too.
During my junior year of college, I studied abroad in Israel and Greece for three weeks.
We toured major places from the Bible in Israel and followed Paul's missionary journeys in Greece.
I bought this ornament in Bethlehem. A pretty memorable time to walk where our King was born.
When I was on my mission trip to Russia two years ago, we stayed in the nicest hotel available near our rural little orphanage.
People, you have no idea how good we have it. Most rooms only had two beds and a sink with cold water and a toilet. Our group shared three showers that each had only a five gallon hot water heater -divided up between 16 people equals: burrrrr!
The hotel staff were what made it delightful. They were always pleasant and kind - even though we couldn't communicate without a translator.
On our last day, the women working there brought out a tray of gifts for each of us to choose from. They were all hand-made, basket woven types of gifts and there were all different kinds to pick from. I chose these shoes.
They hang on my tree and when I look at them, I remember that we are all God's people, no matter what we hear on the news.
Who can resist this cutie pie?
