When you play with fire...

I still feel pretty new to the Lines family, but I have learned one thing about Lines boys. They love fire, anything that can be lit or explode grabs their attention. We went out to visit my parents this weekend in the sticks because we were getting a little tired of the city life. Eric loves the open land and open range so to speak. No trip is complete without a fire, a motorcycle ride, and shooting. So at dusk Eric rounded up Kurtis and Shanna and build a good sized fire. He came into the house with a new hair do. No he did not bleach his hair, his poor hairs, eyelashes, and eyebrows were singed. The old saying rings true, if you play with fire, you will get burned.

"trust me folks it hurt really bad. my face really hurt in this picture"



Part two of Eric's adventure was a ride on the motorcycle to Sears point and Hidden Valley. He kept up with my dad and Kurtis even through the river bed. For last part of the weekends adventure, I regret I do not have pictures. Kurtis and Eric shot some Jackrabbits. They then skinned them and cooked some of the meat. It was pretty good and just a little on the chewy side. The shocking part of the story is that my Mom even tried some cooked Jackrabbit.

We really enjoyed our trip out to Hyder. If you are wondering what this 34 week prego did, I tried to stay off my feet as long as I could. I conjured up my Halloween craftiness to make a cute pumpkin shirt. My mom really did most of the work, but it was a combined effort. Check later for a halloween post.

On my mind

I have often wondered why I choose to work in pediatric oncology. I felt very strongly that it was a position I needed to take when I searched for jobs. I have worked at Pheonix Children's Hospital for almost a year and a half now. I can think of handfuls of patients who finished their treatment shouting ha ha to cancer's ugly face. I can also think of a few dear children who courageously fought life's toughest battle and returned home to our Father in Heaven where he welcomes them into an eternal victory. These children, how I can't seem to call them children, as they have more maturity and wisdom then their age should require, have taught me some of life's sweetest lessons of courage, love, patience, graditude, and hope.

Flu Shot

What do you do after a stressful day at work? Come home and stab your husband, well that's a little extreme. The hospital I work for gives free flu shots to all employees, so I got my flu shot a few weeks ago. I learned yesterday that good ol PCH can send any nurse home with up to two shots for her husband and family. I have been suggesting to Eric that he get his, but I think the barrier of driving somewhere and paying someone didn't fly. I called Eric from work and asked him if I brought a flu shot home, would he let me give it to him. He agreed. I went to occupational health and picked up a flu shot and stored it in my lunch bag until I got home. I don't think either of us would admit it, but I don't know who was more nervous. After a good alochol srub, Eric got his shot in his right deltoid and I even brought home a Wily Coyote bandaid for him. Good night nurse.

Cabela's

This Friday we went to our local Cabela's out in Gendale. Eric was in heaven just being in the same building as guns, knives, and any kind of camping gear you could imagine. Cabela's also has an array of stuffed animals that people have donated. I was shocked to see a 12 foot Elephant hailing from Botswana Africa. What do a pregnant lady and an elephant have in common? Nothing! He still has at least 13,000 pounds on me! The picture is not as impressive as the real deal.