The Burrs In Our Saddles

I realized not too long ago that it has been way too long since I have gone through and backed up my photos. So I just went through a whole bunch of pictures and found this one that I absolutely love, and thought I'd share with everyone. Back in August, the girls decided they wanted to do Mutton Bustin' at the rodeo. For those of you who don't know what that is, (I didn't until I met The Father) kids ride on the back of a sheep for as long as they can. Yes, that's all, but apparently it is a lot more difficult than it looks. I think the thing was rigged. My girls got sheep that ran into the shute (the big yellow fence behind them) and didn't get a re-ride. Lame. They had a blast, though and both got participation trophies. I love participation trophies...Make everyone feel good about themselves...(can you hear my sarcasm?)

The Blue Dog The shrine to the deceased. M1 and M2 in front of a statue at the Montestery. The Father and M3. The craziness at the top of the hill outside the temple. You thought I was kidding when I said there were more than 10,000 Buddhas. This is a picture of M1 in the temple at the Montestery. You may think that there is a really bad wallpaper job, but those are all individual Buddhas. About the size of M1s head. Everywhere. Floor to ceiling, which by the way is still 3 rows above where I cut off the picture. I mean 10 zillion Buddhas. M2 with a few of the Buddhas. This little man was repainting all the lips on the Buddhas. What a job. Bright red. The Father waiting at the top of the hill. Montestery in the background.

Wednesday morning (or was it Tuesday at Noon? [that's what time it was where we came from]) we all got up and hopped on the bus. Where was the destination this time? Monkey Mountain. On the way, though, we had a small (few hour) detour. We got to the bus station where we had to change busses, and decided to go and see the 10,000 Buddhas. Who would want to see that many buddhas? you may ask. I tell you what--I surely didn't get tired of looking at buddhas. (Are you supposed to capitalize Buddha each time you spell it?) And I'm pretty sure there were way more than that. Stark contrast to the Angel Moroni we could barely see driving up one of the hills. Let me back up just a little. When we decided to go to Monkey Mountain, we were instructed to bring nothing. No snacks. No drinks. Nothing. Or the monkeys might attack you. After all, my MIL was with someone who bent down to take a picture of a cute little monkey, the monkey saw the corner of a bag of something in her purse, an...

Ok, see? It has been weeks, at least, since I last posted. Now Halloween has come and gone, and I still haven't updated. Kind of like my scrapbooking attempts--I am so far behind I don't know whether I should just start where I am and work backwards, or go from where I stopped and come forward, never catching up. I think I'll go from where I am. So Halloween--Adventures in Hong Kong will return at a later date, because believe me, there were many more adventures. M1 decided that she wanted to be a 50's girl. So we went together to choose her pink felt and pre-made poodle (I wasn't about to try to put that one together myself). M2 was a witch. The same witch M1 was a couple years ago. I realized when sending emails to family with pictures I don't have one of M1 by herself in her costume. Loser Mom. Oh well. M3 was an elephant for most of the day. At one point (no picture to prove it) she was a BYU Cheerleader. Again, elephant and Cheerleader that M1 was a few yea...