First, MUCH MAHALO to all of you who emailed me for Springrose's address so you can send fabric. Please take a photo of the fabric first and email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Email your story to me as well so I can post it on my Magic Quilt blog.
Second, the third Hunger Games book comes out at Midnight tonight. AAAAHHHH!!! Sooooo excited!!!!!! My daughter is waiting in line as we speak. I would be in line too, but I'm too tired cause I've been blogging across Utah again, only this time with my MIL. And our hubs. And my twins.
(They didn't know we were blogging. They thought we were retreating to St. George for our last hurrah of the summer to celebrate our twins twelfth birthday.)
(Wait, do you have to actually blog when you're blogging across Utah?)
Blogging across Utah with my MIL ain't so bad. Unless you're grumpy. When you're grumpy it's a lot like blogging across Utah with a leaky faucet. Her thoughts just come drip, drip, dripping from her mind to her mouth and then come springing off her tongue.
Usually we get along like Captain and Tenille, Bonnie and Clyde, Butch and Cassidy, but there are occasions when we can get a little . . . competitive--like when we're putting puzzles together, or playing double solitaire, or putting on our Kellie Pickler voices to talk about our people.
Only I've never had people before, so her people always trumped my people.
Now that I've got people . . .
For instance, we were at the condo watching Invictus and she said, "That's where my great great great grandfather came from--South Africa. He was a farmer" So I said, "Well my great great great grandfather came from Ireland. He was a charmer." And then I added "A lucky charmer."
When we were driving home she said, "See that sign that says Milford? That's where my mother taught school."
So I said, "well see that sign that says Cedar City? That's where BOTH of my great great great grandparents taught school."
And then I added under my breath, "AFTER they returned from the Willie Handcart Company."
When she told me that my FIL's grandfather was the first plumber in Provo and that her great uncle was the first photographer in Provo, I told her that my great grandparent's cat was the first cat-pioneer in Utah.
"Yeah, RIGHT!" My hub said.
"True story," I told him. "Traveled all the way from Cedar to Mt. Carmel by itself. Showed up on my great great grandparents door step two months after they moved."
Top THAT! I thought.
She tried. She told all kinds of stories, about her people, and their horses and their cows and the people her people met and married and the people her people's horses and cows met and married.
"Well my great aunt Mary met and married a Cullen," I piped in.
True story! She really did.
"And her sister met and married a Lookingland," I continued. "That means I'm 2nd cousins with both Edward Cullen and Bobby Brady. For alls I know I'm a freakin' goody-two-shoes vampire!"
(It feels so good to have people.)
That quieted her some. For a minute.
But then the faucet started leaking again.
"I've seen President Truman," she said.
I was this close to poking her eyes out, but, out of respect for my great great grandmother, I refrained.