School makes me bored

Sarah is at home and I am sitting at school listening to a speech about blogs. So, what am I supposed to do but update Sarah's blog? There is a big game this weekend between the Utah Utes and the zoobies of BYU. Here is my thought and for you that read it is just a thought. Okay, maybe it is more than thought, it is truth. I do not mind BYU and their football program. In fact I love football and just to observe a good football game brings me great joy. The frustration I have with BYU is their fans. They are like no other fans and they are so proud of it. In fact it is like a cult. They (not all are like this) wander as zoobies with no football knowledge but that of the cougars. Gotta go laptop battery is low.

MEET BONGO, NOODLES' NEWEST FRIEND!

Bongo is 13 years old, and THE cutest, most well behaved grey ever. He is so funny! He talks up a storm and can even spell his own name. Mark (Bongo's owner) said that he will only take showers with two people, him and his son's girlfriend (who has massive boobs). HIS FIRST CRUSH! LOL. I guess he even burrows down into her cleavage. WHAT A PERV! Ha ha ha! He definitely picks who he likes and doesn't. Mark was telling me that one time his girlfriend (who Bongo HATED) came over wither her son. Her son kept sticking his fingers in the cage and bugging Bongo. Mark was telling him not to do that, because he will bite him....well, he kept it up, and SNAP! Bongo bit the kid's finger and bit all the way to the bone! (I hope he learned his lesson.) When I met Bongo, he would just stare at me, then he jumped from Mark's arm, to me and crawled up to my shoulder. Mark was, and I quote, "Wow! Bongo loves the SHIT out of you!". Ha ha. It was pretty stinkin funny. We are going to get together with Bongo and Mark, and hopefully Bongo will teach Noodles how to be a cute, fun parrot! Cross your fingers, just don't stick them in the cage...

BEING POOPED ON SUCKS! : )

As you can probably tell, I am completely in love with baby Noodles. I drive up to Bountiful every day to see her. (I am saying "her" now because Kaylen and I have a strong feeling she is a girl.) Anyway, she is getting a lot more confident around us. Last night while I was visiting Noodles, she showed her love for me in a way that I wouldn't have preferred, but hey I'll take it! She pooped/peed ALL OVER MY ARM! And she doesn't poop little.... YUM!

She is so weird! She loves my eyelashes for some reason, she always goes after them (scary!). I hope I don't end up losing an eye! She was squeaking and trying to talk yesterday, which was WAY cute. She just has these little baby noises. There is an Amazon in the cage next to her who is pretty talkative and she was trying to talk to Noodles, but all Noodles could do in response is squeak. It was hilarious! She was very free with her kisses last night! She kind of nibbles on your bottom lip and pokes you will her tongue. I can't wait til you all get to meet her! The best thing for her will be to meet lots of people and have lots of people hold her and play with her. That way, she won't be afraid of new situations and people.

AND THEN THERE WERE THREE...

WELCOME TO THE FAMILY NOODLES!

Most of you don't know this, but Kaylen and I have just added another member to our family. (No, I'm not pregnant!) :) Meet Noodles!!! He is our new Congo African Grey Parrot, the smartest of all the parrots. Noodles will be coming home in less than a month. He is still a baby, so we have to wait for Noodles to be weened. Noodles LOVES to cuddle up by our necks and rest. He is still VERY clumsy!!!!! Noodles also loves to growl at people he doesn't know. I am referring to Noodles as "HE", although we don't know the sex. They have to be DNA tested to know whether it is a male or female. I guess we will find out if Noodles lay eggs in the next 8 years. Noodles is a life-long commitment, as they live 50-65 years.

We are SO excited to have you as the newest Olsen, Noodles!!!

We love you!! :)

KAYLEN, THE FENCE, AND A MAIMED FACE.

Hello All! The following is a first hand account of what happened that fateful night, Aug. 27 2008....OK so I embellished a little...so kill me!

"1-2-3 Black Mambas!" We cheer as we all find our places on the field. "Batter up!!" Yells the ump in a tone that clearly stated, "I'M the ump, I'M in charge." The ball slowly leaves the pitchers finger tips "WHACK" the ball resembles a neon-green star. It flew past me, as I stand there with my insecurities, wondering how it is possible for a woman to hit the ball that hard. I swiftly turn around to see where the shooting star has gone. "He's got it!" as I watch Kaylen run after the ball at mach 5 speed. As he runs, the fence intrudes my suspended, larger-than-life vision of Kaylen catching that ball like a masked, mysterious superhero. "OHHHH NOOOOOO!!!" Were the only words I could mutter as I watched Superman collide with the unforgiving, galvanized metal that made up the "intruder", the fence. As fast as my short legs could take me, I ran to check out the damage. The words "I'm OK" left his lips with ease, though I could see for myself that was just not the case. The bright crimson evidence was pouring down his face and onto his yellow and white baseball shirt. His chin had a mouth of it's own now, only it lacked taste buds. His flesh hung open the way you would imagine a cow at the butcher. As we jump in the car, the calmness he expressed a few moments before was turning into agony. We approached a stop light. It was glowing red the way his hands did now, full of blood. "GO!!" He shouted in a tone as if I had mangled his chin myself. So I went. I ran the red light in hopes that I would not encounter the red and blue lights of our nemesis....the cops. We were in a hurry and nothing would stop us. We spent what seemed like two lifetimes in the emergency waiting room. "Kaylen?" The comforting voice of the volunteer emergency worker felt like a warm blanket on a snowy night. As we wait for the Dr., I envisioned Kaylens chin as a puppet-a scary puppet. I couldn't help but to let my imagination go wild. All of the white-washed, sterile walls made me feel like I was institutionalized. "Alright! Let's get you out of here!" the Dr. says with a look of great confidence in his latest sewing job. "Wow, have I really been thinking of Kaylen as a puppet the whole time?" I shook my head as if to shake free the disturbing images I had thought up earlier. That didn't help. Throughout the night all I could hear was the evil little cackle from the scary puppet I created, echoing in my head.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY, WELL THERE'S TWO REALLY

1. Don't run into chain linked fences.
2. Don't EVER go to the emergency room with out entertainment.

THE WATER, THE SUN, AND THE MAIMED WATERSLIDE.

This is just way too cute to not share! Thanks for the pics Fred! Camp Funny Co. was a blast, though I think the adults enjoyed the waterslide more than the kids (probably because they couldn't get a turn in) ha ha ha! Can't wait til next year! Hopefully we don't rip the slide next time!

FIGURING OUT THE BLOG

So here I am...joining the "blogger world". I don't even know how to work this thing. It works just fine for Alison, and the second I try...nothing!

More to come...