Mommy blogger never took a blogging class

I don’t think they really have blogging classes—maybe that’s the problem?

This sucks for MommyNetwork: The reason this kind of stuff happens is because the Internet facilitates getting the word out quickly and to a lot of people at once—maybe too quickly, and to too many people. (If you didn’t hear about the Mommy Blogger/ Toyota fiasco, read it here!

Some things could be a recipe for disaster, or really awesome.

Sometimes it ends up like the mommy blogger's tearful apology, but sometimes it works out! Did you hear about what happened with the Red Cross? An employee sent a personal Twitter on the Red Cross organization’s account, “Ryan found two more 4 bottle packs of Dogfish Head’s Midas Touch beer… when we drink we do it right.” Red Cross followed up with this Tweet: “We’ve deleted the rogue tweet but rest assured the Red Cross is sober and we’ve confiscated the keys.” People were inspired to donate blood and Dogfish even encouraged people to donate blood. I think it’s pretty funny. Too bad it didn’t work out so swimmingly for MommyNetwork…

just a little sweet, just a little tart

A tasty treat I enjoy that, just now, as I am enjoying it, I thought you might also enjoy:
(it is very hard to make)
1. Pour 1/2 glass of Silk Vanilla Soy Milk.
2. Fill the rest of the way with frozen blueberries (from the grocery store. The brand matters. It has to be the cheapest brand. Tastes better that way).
3. Let sit for 4-8 minutes. Should be slushy.
4. Bring it to me.
5. Repeat 1-3.
6. Enjoy. It tastes better than my picture looks.

Our mothers would be proud.

Kelsey and I biked on Saturday. We're preparing for the bike2bike at the end of February. We had planned on Saturday's ride so even though it snowed the night before, we were all set to go. The route we did is about 10 miles, but all of the hard part is in the beginning--miles of uphill with no break. There is one little part where we have to carry our bikes because it can't be rode across. It was real cold during the second half. We had a good time and it felt good. Kels and I have discovered that it is possible to hike, bike, have fun in the snow.

"Do you know this dog?"

On Monday night--Family Home Evening night--my "family" and I drove to Spanish Fork, Utah for the evening. We were headed to the home of one of the members of the bishopric of our congregation. After a delightful time of introductions and a spiritual message and pumpkin cookies, we headed down the road a little way to see the house that Mel grew up in. We also saw this little guy in the road:

We looked at the lovely home now inhabited by others and another home with gargoyles--unusual for Utah valley. We decided that if the little abominable snowman pup was still there, we'd stop and check for tags. We did. He had a collar, without tags. The shelter was closed. This was a cold night, so I picked him and we began knocking on doors to find his home and family. In each neighborhood, someone would tell us he lived the next block over. It sort of felt like tracting.

We tried calling him every name we could think of: Rover, Snowball, Fluffy, Marcello, Spot, Trixie. We tried putting him down and following him. He would just dash off and then come back and ask to be picked up. Maybe because he was shaking like crazy from the cold. We called the police and dispatch told us they were sending someone to the church parking lot where we waited in the car.

Unfortunately, the officer called and said they were unable to pick him up until morning, and could we please take him home for the night? Well, we live in an apartment, 30 minutes from where we were at. Doug, a neighbor to the place we found the little abominable snowman, offered to take him in for the night. So he did. This was our family home evening: Our apartment family grew to include a little adopted dog, who did not stay, and his smell, which did.