I'm back. Cheerful me, not wind-sucking me. You know how it is, right? I thought so.
I don't have a ton of time (I always say that, and then I write War and Peace: The DeNae Years) but I wanted to just brag a little on my family. I'm allowed!
So, this weekend, we went to Logan to attend my son's commissioning as a 2nd Lieutenant in the United States Army. He's planning on law school soon, but for now he gets a break.
This picture also celebrates Vanessa's brilliant photography skills. She really is so talented.
Here he is with his cute wife Karyn. They both graduated from USU this weekend;
he in History, she in Music.
Ever the sentimental fool, Brett gave David a set of Pez dispensers with the first five US Presidents' heads on them as a graduation gift. As is often the case when dealing with Brett's sense of humor, David is taking a minute to process the tenderness of such a special gift, and Brett is being amused enough for both of them.
I'm so proud of all my kids. Every one of them is just rising to occasion after occasion.
This is Vanessa. She's been made a director over the student ambassadors at BYUI. So if you have a new freshman up there in Rexburg who needs a little extra help or encouragement or a good wedgie (in case your family normally did that sort of thing and your kid is feeling homesick) he or she can find this beautiful girl and ask her for help.
That's the girl who believes she's going to die alone because she's almost 22 and not married yet. What kind of gibberish are they teaching at those religious schools, anyway?? I mean, LOOK at her! Okay, stop looking. Seriously, knock it off. You're making her uncomfortable.
Cori is home for the summer from BYU-Hawaii, and is making noises about staying home and finishing her degree at MY alma mater, LaVernia's School of Utah Scone Making. It's a great school, it really is. I just wish the diploma hadn't been dripping honey for the last 25 years.
Ha, isn't DeNae the humorous one. Actually, my alma mater, which would make it Cori's mater's alma mater if my made-up Latin is correct, is the University of Utah. She's so smart she carts her brain around in a little wagon, which may also explain why, to this day, she never remembers to take a towel into the bathroom when she showers.
Here she is, in Hawaii. Have I mentioned that I have never, not once, been to Hawaii?
And now my kid has lived there for months. Not that I'm bitter.
I'm used to sublimating all my hopes and dreams for my children.
And Jake has been a Wickersham Brother in Seussical these last few days. The Wickersham Brothers are essentially monkeys, and since teen-age boys are essentially monkeys, too, it's practically type casting. He's had so much fun, and I gotta say, all grousing aside about -- well, all grousing aside -- our move to Utah has absolutely saved this boy. He's found his smile again, and more friends than he can shake a stick at. Truly. He's exhausted with all the stick-shaking.
He's 2nd from the left, pointing menacingly at Horton. I think.
Jake's the one with his hands in the air.
You're not having fun with your sisters unless you're wiping sweat all over them.
In the next shot they're both barfing.
And I did have one other thing I wanted to mention. This is a picture of my baby sister, Amber, at the temple. We had just been inside. Together. Those of you who know her know what a wonderful day this was. I know my dad was close by.
Isn't she so dang cute?
You really need to click on this link and read her story. And then spend some time reading her archives, because she is bar none the funniest person in our family. Honestly, I'm a monk with hemorrhoids compared to her. I don't like that image either, but hey, I'm just the messenger.
So that's what's happening with me and mine! See? I can just put up a blog post without whining or insisting you buy our book or promoting one or another of my eighty billion projects.
Have an awesome week, mah peeps!