this, that and the other

That's basically what has kept me away for a while... I'd get into more details, but what it boils down to is lots of boring every-day stuff, plus my new iPhone 4s.

{Me + Siri = TLA}

Let me try and catch up on the past several weeks through a few pictures:

Tyler earned his varsity letter on the golf team this year; banquet was a few weeks ago. He missed going to regionals and state by a hair (actually, by about two strokes!)... but to letter as a freshman is pretty awesome. Great job, Ty, we're proud of you!

More than ever, Dingo wants to go for rides in the car. None of us can leave the house anymore without him thinking he's hittin' the road, too... so when we can, we take him along. (See how happy he is? Seriously, how can you resist a face like that?)

I'm not the only one who has a crush on Siri... Dave finally made the leap from his BlackBerry to iP4s, so now he's a member of the Apple cult as well. Tyler got one, too... but that's another story, one that deserves a post all by itself here pretty soon.

Now that golf is over and Weather has decided to head into the crapper for the next six months (welcome to winter in Utah), Ty needed something to keep him occupied... so he's lifting weights. These days he spends a good portion of the evening in the basement pumping iron... truth be told, I think he spends a lot more time finding songs on the radio than he does lifting weights, but that's just me.

"Hey, are you going somewhere? Can I come?"
Going to U of U football games is our big family activity. This is the Utes' first year in the PAC12 conference, so the season has been a little sketchy... but the games are still lots of fun. Halloween weekend was the "blackout" game, where everyone dresses in black. Would ya get a load of these thugs? Good thing I was wearing neutral gang colors...
Halloween! I think we had just under 12,000 trick-or-treaters come to our house, which was AWESOME... nothing like pumping Spiderman, Mario and Lady Gaga (yep, she totally showed up on my doorstep) full of sugar and sending them home to their parents.
"You're driving four blocks to get gas? Sounds AWESOME! I'm ready."
Ok, ok, Dingo... let's go.


grey smatter

There are days when my brain refuses to engage properly... when my grey matter can only manage spastic episodes of Complete Misfire before returning to its default state of Lame Idling. In honor of this phenomena, I affectionately call the mush in my skull "Grey Smatter."

Today, friends, is a Grey Smatter day.

So far today (btw, it's only lunchtime), this phenomena has caused me to:
  • Change clothes three times into what was essentially the exact same ensemble. Three pairs of black pants, three grey shirts and 30 minutes later, I realized what I was doing and just left the house wearing the last black/grey pairing I put on.
  • Almost leave the house in my slippers. I was backing out of the garage when I happened to look down at my feet and thought there were two baby skunks camped out on my floorboard... a split second later, I realized I still had on my black fuzzy slippers. I was so caught up in the epic battle of the Black Pants and Grey Shirts that, of course, putting on shoes completely escaped my attention.
  • Run a red light because, for some reason, it registered green. Let me qualify this by saying that I have been known to intentionally run "orange" lights from time to time... but this morning I actually rolled through an intersection (a sparsely-traveled one, thank goodness) thinking the light was green. Seriously, who does this?? People over the age of 80, people under the influence of alcohol... and people whose noggin is non-functioning.
  • Completely forget a prior conversation that is pertinent to a current conversation. All morning I was under the impression that we had to meet a noon deadline. When I asked my boss about it -- rather urgently, because a big part of my job is making sure we meet deadlines -- he reminded me that the deadline was moved to Wednesday. He also reminded me that I was in the room yesterday when we were informed that the deadline was moved to Wednesday. [Helpful Hint: When suffering from temporary stupidity caused by Grey Smatter, never ever tip off your boss, as he/she might mistake it for a permanent condition. Just spend the rest of the day sitting quietly at your desk, do the best you can to stay productive, and take deep cleansing breaths until it passes... or until it's time to go home.]

This is exactly what I will be doing for the entire afternoon so that, at worst, I am not a danger to myself or others... and at best, I get through the day without people thinking I'm a complete idiot.

Thanks to a head full of Grey Smatter, it's a long shot. Wish me luck.