August 24, 2009

Just Empty Every Pocket

JEEP. Yup, i'm busy emptying every pocket. It's not as bad as it could be because my dad is a car genius but still, it seems like something breaks on the silly thing every two weeks. Oh well, i love it still!

This time nothing was really broken, the speakers were just weak sauce. With the top off, i can't hear my music and i MUST have my music. Really, of all the injustices in the world, this might be the worst...

Ok, i know, dumb dumb dumb but i wanted louder speakers. So i bought some. And made my dad install them.


Turn out i know nothing about speakers. I didn't' really buy the best ones for my Jeep. But my dad made it work.

And Nate helped too...


Now look at this mess! I just wadded it up and shoved it back in... then my dad fixed that too.


Running wire. Thanks pops! And he is not smoking. It's one of those cap thingies for when you splice wire together. Just clarifying. Sorry Mom.


Indispensable when working on a Jeep...

Duct Tape. Actually this Gorilla Tape. Even stronger. Makes this sticker on my bumper even more relevant.


And here is the finished product.


I thought i was being really smart by buying rather inexpensive speakers because it's a jeep and they would probably be stolen. Yeah not so much. Cheap speakers don't sound that great. But i can actually hear my music on the freeway and that's what i wanted. Thanks Dad! And Nate. And duct tape.

August 17, 2009

Reunion nummer eins

The parents, Aunt Ellen and Uncle Ken and I headed to Shoshone, Id this past weekend for a Newby/Johnson family reunion. It was a great weekend, i met more family members i didn't know i had... It's a big family.

The highlight of the reunion was that it is my Great Grandma Sarah's birthday. She turns 98 this week and still so full of spit and vinegar.


Friday night we got there, chitted the chat with some family and participated in the venerated Johnson family tradition of pinochle.



This is serious business in this family. And as my mom and i are really bad at pinochle we sat at our own table and played gin rummy. It's better that way.


We then went back to our room and watched a cool special about giant squids. Yeah, i know, we are CRAZY!!


The next day we got ready for some serious family time. At least Dad and Mom got to have fun riding the motorcycle.


Do you like that my Dad managed to keep his chair facing away from everyone?


Great Aunt Linda and Aunt Nancy.


Uncle Lynn


Great Aunt Norma


Uncle Alan and Aunt Helen (great)


Great Uncle Bob and Aunt Nancy and Cousin Cody.


This is my Great Grandma Sarah's sister June. What does that make her to me? She is so sweet and makes killer bread.


This is Aunt Norma's grandson Thomas. I could'nt stop taking pics of him, he is so beautiful!


And this is my third cousin, twice removed Chico.

He is a young pup and i took a lot of pics of him too.

I also took pictures of this tree. I just thought it was so beautiful. I'm weird like that.


Each reunion we have an auction that finances the next reunion. It's usually just silly stuff but this year two of my Great Grandpa Aaron's (he died in '77) fishing poles were in it. As well as a really cool old poker chip set of my Great Grandma's.



My cousin Mike is the auctioneer and he is just too funny. If no one bids he just starts pointing at people and telling them how much they are going to pay.


He is also really good at modeling handmade aprons and other items of clothing.


All in all it was a great reunion. It's always lovely to spend time with family. Although i will say that it's not always good for your self esteem. Story. The first day my Great Uncle Elden comes up to me and says "Well, you aren't as pretty as your mom. But don't worry, you'll grow into it."

I love family!!

August 13, 2009

Memory Quilt

My lovely and wonderful Grandma Kepsel was here to visit last weekend and she brought me the most beautiful quilt i have ever seen. It seems my mom has been sending her things of mine to incorporate into it and it is very special. Grandma Kepsel is also an amazing seamstress. She sewed the most beautiful little flowers and designs into the quilt at all the block edges. I can't really describe it...here are the pics.


This is from my trip to Costa Rica.


This is my senior t-shirt that everyone in the class signed.


Look! You can see my signature!


These are from Camp Loll, my favorite job and place in the world.


She also added lots of ocean scenes and hula girls and surf stuff for when i lived in Hawaii.

This is from Weber State, where I graduated from.


And this is the Serenity Prayer. I guess she thought i needed it...


This was another great job i had delivering flowers. Loved it there.


I love Snoopy.


i went through a toe sock phase.


And i've always loved moose and thus Moose and Squirrel.


This are a few of the beautiful designs she sewed into the quilt.


And this is doily that belonged to...oh crud...someone. I need to ask her about this and write it down.


And this handkerchief was my Great Grandma's, i think... Dang it. Okay, calling Grandma.


Anyway it is a beautiful, one of a kind quilt that i will treasure forever. Thank you Grandma!!

August 12, 2009

Not so Wordless Wednesday

We had a family yard sale on Saturday and it was crazy! SOOOO many people showed up. There are people out there who just drive around and find yard sales on Saturdays. We did pretty well though, got rid of a lot of junk and made some money to buy more junk.


I sold an old fish tank which was great.

And the walker the EJ is sitting in. She wasn't sure why we were getting rid of any of this stuff. Didn't seem like junk to her!

My dad showed up to entertain the munchkins. He and JB are best buds. He loves his grandbabies.


But then he put this getup on and scared them all to death.

Kidding, they were fine. I was a bit scared...

These two gentlemen (back by the trailer) showed up and bought the two biggest tables there and they were so funny. They had just come from calving and were covered in who knows what. Well, i know what but i'm not going to discuss it before lunch. I love old ranchers. Salt of the earth.


Zach did a good job entertaining kids that showed up. Look at the red hair on that little girl!


Is also turns out the my punk little brother is really strong. He demonstrated this by doing a sideways handstand thing off the side of my jeep. No clue how he does it.

He did get his legs fully extended but my camera has a serious delay.

Anyway, this was supposed to be a wordless Wednesday but i obviously love words!

August 7, 2009

Sweet Gun

My Grandparents Kepsel were just here visiting and it was just so fun. Grandpa always has the best stories to tell, i could listen to them forever. And Grandma knows our family history very well which i also love to learn about.

Several months ago my Grandpa gave me an old gun that was given to him by his Aunt Kate and he in turn passed it on to me. I love it. I love old stuff anyway but this is just very cool. First off it was my Grandpa's, secondly it was my Great Aunt Kate's (my name!!!) and lastly it's old and has a history. Can't get enough of that stuff.

So anyway i finally had it mounted in a shadowbox with the letter my Grandpa wrote about it and i think it turned out great!.

It's an old Smith & Wesson revolver.

You can't really read it but here is the letter that explains it's origins.


Here i will rewrite it. It's pretty cool.

"This pistol was given to me from (Aunt Kate) Katherine Crooks. My Grandmother Hiezler's Sister. I was home on leave from the Air Force in 1958. Granny asked me if i would go to Aunt Kate's house (log cabin) and clean up her yard. She lived in a log cabin on South River Rd in Mt. Clemens, MI. When i finished the job she wanted to pay me, which i refused. She went into the cabin and came out with this pistol in an old holster. The holster was in bad shape so i disposed of it (i should not have). But i retained the pistol for the the past 50 yrs."

Grandpa always has the best stories to tell, i could listen to them forever. He says that Aunt Kate was a tough old lady who had chickens everywhere. She would go out kill one, flip over the feed "bucket" and then cook that poor bird right in its own feed bucket! I wish i had a picture of her. I'll have to ask Grandpa if there is one. It also turns out that Aunt Kate and Granny Hiezler are the Irish part of the family, which i love. My Dad's side of the family is VERY German on both sides (Kepsel and Hiezler) but there is some strong Irish blood on my Grandpa's side (Flannigan). German-Irish. That explains a lot about our family...and our temperment!