Saturday, January 31, 2009

Wrestling Tournament

The boys went to a tournament today, here in town. Jasen tried really hard and he took 5th place. Tristan also tried hard, and he got 2nd place. I am so proud of all that they have learned so far this season. I really enjoy going and seeing them using all the new moves they have learned.

I also want to say Congrats to Tristan's friend Chase who was baptized today. I was fortunate enough to be able to go, and what a beautiful experience.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Bobcat

Tristan earned his Bobcat badge at his scout pack meeting last night. He was so excited. And his den leaders are really impressed with him, it only took him 3 weeks to get his Bobcat. I had no idea that the moms would get a pin for the badge that their son earned, otherwise I might have dressed up a little more! And I also wouldn't have stood with my back to the camera while he pinned it on me! He also received 2 belt loops for activities he had participated in- bowling and marbles.

After the flag ceremony his den was in charge of


Receiving his Bobcat Badge


One happy scout!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Too Funny

I got this email today and was laughing so hard I cried! I thought I would pass the hilarity on. Enjoy!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someones Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down your pants, and assume 'The Stance'! In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance'. To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do.

You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.' As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door! This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Note

Just a little note to my friend Amy. She is going through a rough patch right now, and I wanted her to know that I am thinking of her and her family. Amy- please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers right now. I can't even imagine what you are going through, but know that I am here for you in any way.

Utah Trip

This last weekend we ventured up to Richfield Utah for a wrestling tournament. We headed up Friday afternoon, and the boys weighed in that night. We stayed with our cousins Stacey and Andy up in Mayfield, and it was a lot of fun. Saturday morning, Cahl took Tristan and Jasen and left super early so they could stop for breakfast before the tournament. Then Stacey, Andy, their daughter Nila, Hunter and I all went down later in the morning. We all stayed for about 3 hours and watched the boys until they were done. Tristan and Jasen both lost 2 matches, and so they did not place. But it was a good experience for them. Saturday afternoon we all just kind of hung out and relaxed after the tournament. Stacey and I made the boys' Valentine cards for their classes. They are so cute! I will get a picture of them on here soon. We came home yesterday afternoon. The roads were not so great for the first couple of hours, and we saw 2 cars upside down in between the freeways. But we made it fine, and now the unpacking begins! I am pretty happy that that was our last trip for a while. Being out of town for 2 weekends in a row, I feel like I am constantly packing, unpacking, and repacking! So it will be nice to be home for a while.

Thanks again to Stacey and Andy for letting us bunk at your house for the weekend. We had a great time, as always!

Just chillin, waiting to start

Jasen, on the right

Tristan, on top

The ride home

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Arizona Trip

This last weekend we went down to Goodyear Arizona for a National BMX race. We left early Friday morning, and got there around 2pm. We took a trailer with us to stay in right at the track, so once we got there, we got all set up and just hung out for a while waiting for our friends to arrive. This was our home away from home for the weekend:



Thanks again Mike for letting us borrow it!

It was really neat this time because there were several guys who raced in the Olympics last summer. The gold medal winner Maris Stromberg was there. And also the silver medal winner Mike Day. This is Mike Day with the kids:



Tristan was able to get Maris' autograph, and also Randy Stumphouser, who is the NBL National Champion.

Mike Day, Maris Stromberg, and Randy Stumphouser

Tristan finished the weekend taking 4th place for his class, and got another HUGE trophy and a plaque. Jasen did not place this time around. His class was really big, and he tried hard.

For dinner Saturday night, we went with our friends to the Heart Attack Grill. All of the waitresses dress up like nurses and the cook is a doctor. They serve "Bypass Burgers," and if you can finish a triple or quadruple bypass burger, your nurse will wheel you out to your car in a wheelchair! Awesome. This was our waitress:



She was really nice, and Tristan was so embarrassed!

Jasen

Tristan in green

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Scouts


Now that Tristan is 8, he is finally able to be a Boy Scout! He has been so excited and waiting patiently for the last 2 years, and now it's official. He went to his first meeting last week, and so for his birthday Cahl got him his whole uniform- shirt, belt, hat, and his most adorable neckerchief! I love it, he's so cute. And now I love to say neckerchief. It just cracks me up.
He looks so grown up to me now.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Happy Birthday Tristan!

Today my first little baby turns 8!

Here are 8 things that I love the most about Tristan Thomas Gouker:
1. Even since he was really little, Tristan has always been my "big helper." I know that I can always count on him to help me out with whatever I am doing.
2. Tristan is the most amazing big brother. Even back when I was pregnant with Jasen, he was always so concerned and caring for his little brother. And he has continued that with Hunter. I know I can always count on him to take care of them and watch out for them.

3. Tristan is my little jock. He loves sports, and he is super competitive. I love going to his games or tournaments or races and watching him. He practices hard and plays hard and he never quits.

4. Tristan is really outgoing. He makes friends easily and he is easy going and gets along well with everyone. He makes friends everywhere we go.

5. Tristan has an awesome laugh. It is really loud, and sometimes obnoxious, but I love it. It is completely spontaneous, and it makes me laugh every time I hear it.
6. Tristan is a singer. He sings in the car, or the house, any time he hears a song. He knows the words to a lot of songs, and he'll just start singing along whenever he hears them. Since I love music so much, I love that he loves it too.
7. Tristan is so proud of the fact that he is almost as tall as me. He is currently right at my armpit, and he loves it. It makes me feel a little sad though. I look at high school football players or wrestlers and I feel so small. Then I realize that I will have 3 before I know it.

8. Tristan is turning 8, and that's makes this a big year for him. He is really excited to get baptized, and I love that he is looking forward to it. He can't wait, although I am sure I will be bawling my eyes out!

(And I have to mention, Tristan has the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen!)
THEN:



AND NOW:






Saturday, January 10, 2009

Wrestling Tournament

Tristan and Jasen had a wrestling tournament out in Boulder City today. They both did really well. Jasen won 4th place, and Tristan won 1st place! We are so proud of both of them. It's so funny, because Tristan's first grade teacher comes to the meets. She's an older lady, and her grandson is 6 and he is on our boys' team. So she always comes and she always cheers for Tristan. Today she was sitting behind me, and I could hear her screaming for Tristan. It's so cute! I love that even though he was only in her class for a few months at the end of the last school year, she remembers him and cares enough to root for him. Plus it makes him so proud.

Jasen, in front

Jasen, in blue

Jasen, in blue

Tristan, on top

Tristan, in blue

Tristan, on top

Lake Mead

After the boys' wrestling tournament, we went out to Lake Mead for a little while. We haven't been out there in years, so we figured we were so close, why not? The boys had so much fun feeding the fish and ducks!

Trying to pet the fish




Finding shells

AWWW...

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Babylon

Just a funny tidbit that I want to make a note of before I forget.

Last Sunday at church, Cahl and I were in Sunday school listening to the lesson. I forget how it came up, but the teacher was talking about Babylon. He asked, somewhat offhandedly, who's ever been to Babylon. So Cahl raised his hand. Our teacher did a double take. I am sure he wasn't expecting anyone to answer his question. This is the following conversation (and remember, our teacher is a little shocked right now.):

Teacher (in awe): "Really? You have?"
Cahl: "Yep."
Teacher: "Well, were is it?"
Cahl: "It's in Iraq."
Teacher: "And you've been there? You've seen it?"
Cahl: "Yep."
Teacher: "What's it like?"
Cahl: "It's a little dusty."

I am just cracking up. For the rest of the lesson, every time I look at Cahl, I start giggling. I think it's funny, but you probably would have had to have been there to fully understand.