Friday Adventures

I am getting my wisdom teeth removed in less than two hours. This is a picture of how I expect to look next week - except not so cute and a tad older.

Thompson Photo Shoot

Too good not to pass on.

Grace and the Caterpillar

I found this cute little caterpillar in our flowerbed. I love him and kiss him and take him with me everywhere.


My mommy says that someday he will be a beautiful butterfly.


I bet you wish you had a caterpillar like mine.


Maybe we could find you another caterpillar in our flowerbed and then we will all play together.


But you know what? After you have played with them for a while, caterpillars like to sleep,sleep,sleep. Mommy says that then you have to put them in a little dirt bed and come in for dinner. Goodnight Mr. Caterpillar.

Friday Night Pizza in Salt Lake

Last weekend we got together with the "Wasatch Brood" at Grandma and Grandpa's house for pizza. We thought Grandma and Grandpa were going to be at the sand dunes with Ralph, but their trip got canceled at the last minute. We were a little chagrined that we had planned a party at their house, so we felt obligated to let them come. It was a glamorous night and everyone who is anyone along "the front" was there.

We had the house-owning, party-crashing host and hostess. (Is that a halo around Grandma's head?)



Along with some foxy gals (We just gave Sadie her cheesecake. A true woman in the making!)



And macho guys (Where did Richard go???)



And two little girls too cute not to show twice. (Austyn and Sami are pretty cute too)




Even Grandma was feeling the effects of her pizza. (This was not staged. She actually went for a ride. She probably felt - with the halo thing - that she better live it up while she could)



There is nothing like family when paired with Papa Murphy's Pizza, motorcycles, and cheesecake!

Our Vernal Weekend

Saturday night we all got together in celebration of Mother's Day and Grandma and Grandpa's 59th anniversary. We did a lot of talking, laughing, eating, and loving - what more could you want.















On Sunday we went out to see Chantel and Bryan's new house. I noticed that I didn't get a picture of her living room. It is lovely - trust me - right down to the white carpet (brave girl). The horses in the distance are theirs. We stopped by Ron and Wendy's and saw a deer grazing in their yard. Tammy said that there were about 10 the morning before. Beautiful to see but hazardous to gardens.







After church we drove home and arrived about 11:00 pm. The only exciting thing that happened along the way is that a bat smashed onto our windshield. I decided not to blog the remains.

A Thompson Glimpse

Amber sent me these and I had to share. I included the cats so you could see their summer "do." Enjoy!

A Tiny Mexican Village

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Not very long," answered the Mexican.

"But then why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs...I have a full life."

The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat. With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and then a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open up your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City or Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge enterprise."

"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.

"Perhaps twenty years," replied the American.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? That's when it gets really interesting" answered the American laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And then after that?"

"After that", concluded the American, "you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny fishing village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta, and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying the company of your wife and friends."