Do I Smell Bacon?

It all started with a gourmet food catalog selling a bacon chocolate bar. I had heard about the candy bar just before going with my ward to Zion’s National Park and it became a topic of discussion on the trip. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, so there was a lot of speculation. Was it bacon flavored chocolate (that’s what we thought was most probable) or did it actually have pieces of bacon in it? Everyone said they thought it sounded gross, but I stood my ground and said I thought it could be really good. Despite my doubtful friends, or probably because of them, I said I would buy one of those bars and we would all try it.

So, in my determination to prove them wrong, I ordered a few of what I assumed would be tasty treats and hosted a bacon party. What, like you’ve never hosted a bacon party? It turned into a dinner party with bacon cheeseburgers, baked beans with bacon, strawberry spinich salad with bacon, potato salad with bacon, and bacon chocolate bars for dessert. Mmmmm, bacon. My arteries are clogging up just thinking about it all. Here are some of the happy party-goers.

And the verdict on the bacon chocolate bars: not good! Yeah, I was pretty disappointed. It turns out it is chocolate with bits of real bacon in it. I was highly disappointed. Maybe my tastebuds just aren’t refined enough to appreciate it. Do your tastebuds have to be refined to appreciate bacon? I didn’t think so, but maybe they do. After that big let down we opted not to make and try the bacon chocolate chip cookie recipe I found online.

As fate would have it, it turns out that the grab bag of gems that Jerusha purchased off of the jewelry tv network were indeed a better investment. Who knew?

We finished out the evening with a fun-never-stops game of pin the tail on the pig. Thanks Dave for your great pig drawing skills. I can’t quite remember, but I think Katie won. It’s kind of funny, but most people were very distrustful of being blindfolded and spun around. Has life been so cruel to everyone that they automatically assume that we’re going to trick them once we get a blindfold on them? Well, truth be told I might have if I had thought of it earlier. Hmmm, maybe at the next bacon party.

Oh, and if any of you are curious about what a bacon chocolate bar tastes like, I’ve still got some at my house. Stop on by and I’ll let you have a taste. Mmmmm, bacon!

Love is in the Air

My sister Jan, cousin Pam (the bride-to-be), my sister Laurie, and me
I thought the post headline would get some people’s attention.  Sorry to disappoint, but the only love in the air for me is the love of my family.  (That came off a little more sappy than I was going for, but you get the idea.)  Anyway, my cousin and former roommate Pam is getting married on 08.08.08 and so we got together for a family bridal shower.  It’s fun to see her so on cloud nine.  She and Ben are a great match.  Good times with the family!

Blackfoot High School Class of 1998

Me and my friend Jill back in the day.  We had left class and were out trying to get this pictures snapped when the principal walked out and asked what we were doing and then offered to take the picture for us.  Nice guy.
Ah, reunion time. My 10-year reunion was July 5th and had it not been for the fact that I was Senior Class Vice President (do you like how I throw that title around still like it makes me important?) I would have just pretended like it never happened. It’s all a little technique I like to use to pretend I’m not getting older. Anyway, because of my great rank, status, and importance in the Class of ’98, and therefore, the world, I had to go.
During the day we had a bring your own lunch picnic at Jensen’s Grove (the man-made lake in Blackfoot). We had a ton of people show up for that. I was the official team photographer, which actually worked out great for me because while it was fun to see everyone, thier spouses, and their bazillions of kids, it was less fun to talk to them. I haven’t been great about keeping in touch with people, and I don’t know about you, but I can only have the “So, what have you been up to?” with people I haven’t seen in ten years so many times. As the photographer I got to wander around and take pictures without a lot of the awkwardness.

Me, Heather, and Kellie
Heather and Kellie put in a lot of time to make things run.  Me, I’m more of a last-minute kind of girl.  Good thing they were on it.
That night we had a dinner for just the adults at a restaurant complete with a pasta buffet and punch served out of white 5-gallon buckets. Yeah, you heard me, punch out of buckets. I guess that’s just how they roll in Blackfoot. I, in all my importance once more, was in charge of the entertainment for the dinner. We played a couple of catching up games, showed the slide show with pictures from our Senior breakfast slideshow plus the pictures I took from the picnic earlier, and then played Class of ’98 Jeopardy. Despite a slight glitch with my computer and the projector (i.e. they didn’t like each other) we improvised and it went really well.

Overall, I was glad I “had to go” it was a good time. I mean when else do you get together and sing your school fight song? Onward Blackfoot, onward Blackfoot . . . da da da da da . . Ninety-eight, Ninety-eight, Ninety, Ninety, Ninety-Eight! (Really that’s all I remember.) Here’s to another ten years!

The Magic of the Pink Panther

Just a little update . . . right after I bought the Pink Panther my softball team, The All-Star Trash Talkers, won a game! That’s right, I said it, WE WON! So it hadn’t happened before and it hasn’t happened since, but for one shining moment we were winners! These pictures aren’t from the winning game, but they do show the team in our typical form. We have two more games left and with a little bit of luck we just might pull out another win or two. Dare to dream.
It’s like I was born to play softball.  Can you see the look of concentration?  Actually, I think it was confusion because I actually connected with the ball and I wasn’t sure what to do next.
Heads held . . . er, high?
Obviously this game was before the Pink Panther.  We’re home, and odds are good that at some point during the game the other team started batting left-handed and still . . .