fire on the mountain

these past few days we have been watching some local fires around the provo area being 'put out'. i almost drove off the road coming home from costco, pointing to the plane and explaining to lucy why they dump stuff that looks like 'a bloody noise" as she describes it. it really is a crazy force of nature that i don't ever wish to encounter. i am so grateful to all those brave pilots and firefighters for doing that.

still getting used to traffic and crazy student drivers. i drove through some road construction behind a poor little old lady who couldn't navigate between the cones and hit the dirt a few times. somehow i knew i should be merciful because that will be me someday. and then some punk girl in huge 'bug glasses' (as ty says) cut me off just to turn about 15 feet later. ugh, i was so mad i honked. i haven't honked at anyone in almost three years.

and skinny jeans, uh hello! not until i moved to provo that some sad creatures are actually following that fad. i guess that's the definition of a fashion slave; even if it looks HORRIBLE on you and makes you look like and inverted triangle, you still are going to wear it, solely because so does some rock star. oh, how sad. (except i must admit, some legging and skirt combos are kind of cute, and remind me of second grade). somewhere there is a secret society of fashion people laughing their heads off because people are buying these things. and here's a hint, thousands of ankle jeans are in DI's and Savers, don't buy from the mall. remember, they were in about 20 years ago.

on a lighter note, i attented an enrichment group called gardening 101. i learned a lot about soil preparation. i found out in addition that i pulled out three peony plants on the side of my house that i thought were weeds. how sad, i too am a murderer. but i have learned, and am so excited to start my little veggie garden. right now we just will get the soil ready and start a small little compost pile, but come spring, lookout!