Thursday, July 26, 2007


You're looking at, reading her: the Hermiston High School Varsity Assistant Coach. Yup, back to one of my loves. Passion #3: The game of Volleyball.

Love it! Love to play it, watch it, and coach it.

But since I got the job, I must get into shape for real. Tomorrow I'll go buy my favorite nike running shoes and shorts, dig out my old nostalgic tee-shirts, and hit the road.

So fellow bloggers for those of you who follow, and those of you who don't, I'll post our progress on my blog and let you in on my rants and raves as my
alter ego"coach nan" takes over.

Sworn in today, and rearing to go. Watch out, this bulldog is coming through.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Passing Time...

As we were driving in the car to Hermiston, I asked Mitch...

"Mitch, if there was one person you could find out what happened to them and where they are right now, who would you pick?"


"Mitch, if there....(nan repeating question)

"uh, lemmie think. Who would you pick?"

"I would pick Mark Mintzer"

"who is that?"

Remember those days in elementary school when you had one boy who chased you on the play ground? That's my Mark. He was really a sweet boy, and when he wasn't chasing me, he was teaching me how to blitz in a game of touch football, or holding my spot in line for the swing sets. He wasn't the most popular, and not a nerd. Just Mark. I wonder if he finished school, got a good job, and has a good family. Wouldn't it be nice if all of our friendships and relationships were that easy.

I wonder if anyone wonders about me. What would I tell them? Wait, I know...I'm a happy mom, who loves her family and life.

I know this is kinda weird question, but a good one for the drive to Hermiston, passin' time:
Who do you wonder about?

Thursday, July 5, 2007


Our family had such a fun time at our bbq's and parties, I thought I would post a few pictures for family and friends. Happy summer!

a) Jacks little wet bum

b) Cam in the ward 4th of July parade at the church

c) Cam and Kendle playing in a mud puddle they made from the sprinkler a couple days before

d) Mitch in line for his GRUBBIN' BBQ

e) Cute cousins floatin' in the pool

f) Marilyn and Brandon taking a break from the heat

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Thong, th-, thong, thong, thong...

In the interest of summer, my footwear becomes a very important topic. In the area I live in, my main concern is to stay cool, and the only way I can do that is to wear my favorite shoes: Thongs.

Yeah, I said "thongs". When did it become a foux pas to say the word thong? Was it when people's sexuality became so public? Was it when Sisqo sang a song about thongs-and meant the article of clothing that you wear around your bum, or not so much? When I was a kid, we said the word and never had a second thought.

The dictionary states:

thong –noun
1.a strip of material, esp. of leather or hide, used to fasten or secure something.
2.a strip of leather or hide used for whipping; whiplash.
3.a shoe or slipper fastened to the foot chiefly by a strip of leather or other material passing between the first and second toes and often attaching to another strip of material, as a strap across the instep or around the ankle.
4.a brief garment for the lower body that exposes the buttocks, consisting of a strip of fabric passing between the thighs and attached to a band around the waist.

Ha! see my thongs are still one up on the yuk thong, so that should beat it right? No. I hate how I must be careful when I'm talking and say "flip flops" so other people know I'm not just being crude and talking about nasty underwear (which teen-age girls are flaunting all the time) . Of course I'M just referring to my shoes.

So public, I am now protesting the pop-culture language we all take to be truth, and saying: I will no longer be "politically correct". I am going home to my roots, and proudly wearing my THONGS!