Sunday, July 26, 2009

Ethnic Noah

On our way up to Idaho, Noah and I were listening to President Obama talk about health reforms. One reporter asked about the recent arrest of Harvard's leading black scholar. Obama informed us that he wasn't sure if it had any connection to race, but that it has been proven that black and Hispanic people get pulled over more often than white people.

Noah's reply to this was, "That's why I let you drive."

Oh my poor, ethnically confused husband.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Dangerous Obsession

You may remember my previous post on the spiders and insects that have infested my home. Apparently I have a little arachnophobia. I've notice a couple of spider webs outside our door and chose to ignore them, but yesterday one of them decided to wander out of it's little funnel web. Wrong decision spider. Let's just say he was a goner within seconds. Why did I have Noah, the official spider exterminator, kill it? Because it was HUGE! Oh my gosh it was like the size of a dime! For a spider that's big in my opinion. Too big to be anywhere near me.

I of course inspected said spider before its extermination and have reason to believe that it was a hobo spider. Because this spider was squashed beyond recognition I can't use it for identification, but I have saved not only the specimen mentioned previously in my blog, but another one of similar size.

I called BYU promptly after researching Hobo spiders on Google. I'm sure the BYU Info girl thought I was just crazy, but I'm not on health insurance here people. I can't take any risks! She directs me to the biology department where a very friendly girl helps me locate the name of a Utah State professor who specializes in Hobo spiders. All right! Now I just have to give him a call on Monday. As a side note, she also must have thought I was crazy because I made some really stange noises in describing the spiders, kind of like gagging, but she was helpful despite everything.

I have counted 12 webs of similar size and shape. Below you will see the squished spider and its web. Its body is not visible at this time (it got squished).

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Canoes and Paints

Noah and I went canoeing with some friends down the Provo River on Saturday. In the end, we ended up with a small swimming pool in the bottom of our canoe and a very numb footed Becky.

I've begun making a sign for our little stall at the Farmer's Market. I painted over a hideous painting I've attempted to redo several times with no success. It was time for me to retire it.

In other news, I painted this little painting a while ago, but decided to redo the hideous bush. What hideous bush you ask. Exactly.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Pop Guts, Limeade, and a little Surplus

Noah has been perusing his American Science and Surplus magazine. One of the items he wishes to purchase is a pedestrian "Walk," "Don't Walk" sign. You know, the ones you see at street corners.

His argument for obtaining one is, "Mr. Rogers had a stop light in his house." To which I replied, "Mr. Rogers also had a trolley and a magical world in his house."

Top five favorite things from the magazine (Thank you Jorgensen family and Nick Hornby):
1. Wood cutting kit
2. LED name tag
3. The pedestrian sign of course.
4. The peculiar sound module (You'll just have to go to the site for that)
5. A wind up nun that shoots sparks out of her mouth

On another note. I shot a Pot Gut(Pop Gut, Prairie Dog) to put it out of its misery. It was kind of fun, I shot a diet coke can too. I also went fishing and caught nothing. Bah! We ate a lot of food, did a lot of socializing. Castle Dale is just plain fun on the fourth.

Upon arriving home Jess came over and I did little modern dance for everyone out on the lawn with the sparklers and drank limeade out of champagne flutes.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Death Toll

I haven't seen any bugs since Sunday, until I began looking for my marriage certificate, (which of course is desperately lost).

3 dead earwigs
3 live earwigs(in my bed nonetheless, but probably because Noah's pants were on the floor and then on the bed)
1 very dead Hobo spider(I saved it as as specimen, see below)

As for my marriage certificate, it's nowhere to be found.