Thursday, September 25, 2008

How Dare He?

The above title must be read in a thick Scottish brogue, as said by Harrison Ford in one of the Indiana Jones movies......I can't remember which one. But anyway, a week or so ago Jeff and I went to a movie in Mesquite. As we were standing at the counter ready to pay, Jeff, apparently seeing a sign indicating senior citizens get a discount, asked the young kid at the register what the senior age was. The kid glanced at both of us and casually said, "you qualify" and rang up the amount. As I was just about to say, "Now wait just a darn minute here!" I noticed that it was quite a substantial savings, sooooooo .................I kept my mouth shut. But really. He didn't even think about it. He could have acted like he wasn't quite sure, since we look so young! And I am sure we are no where near the "senior cit" age! Next I guess we'll have to start eating at Denny's, since I know for a fact that they give a senior discount................

Friday, September 19, 2008

They Never Learn

Okay, what is it about grown men who do things like this? This is Jeff at the Back to School Bash acting like he is still young enough for this not to hurt. After the slip and slide he entered the cannon ball and belly flop contests and is probably quite proud that he won the cannon ball one. I got there late, so he had already hurt himself on the slip and slide (we think he cracked a rib) so my question to him was, "Then why did you do the cannon ball and belly flop contests AFTER that?" His response: "The kids wanted me to." So he basically caved in to 18 year old peer pressure. There is something about him that will not admit that he is now 56, and possibly too old to be doing these kinds of things! All I know is that I know my limitations! I would not have done any of those things when I was 18, let alone now. Of course the fact that the Quarnbergs are not good swimmers may have had something to do with that, but still. Maybe that is why he didn't bat an eye when he turned fifty..........I cried for months prior to my 50th birthday, but not him. Now I know it is because he still thinks he's 20!
It does kind of look fun, but yet not.

Jeff and fellow coach Shane Hickman (also a former student, AND 2 decades younger than him. But just for the record, Shane got hurt too!)

The belly Flop. Ouch!

The thing is, he did have a great time, and the kids love him, but he is still paying the price with the aches and pains. As we were hobbling off to head home, and all the kids were high fiving him, I quietly told him to totally act like he wasn't in mortal pain until we got to the car!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

About My Honey Buns

Has anyone out there been worried about me, since the same blog has been here for weeks? Just wondering.........anyway, I'm finally gonna update. I saw this on Holl and Hill's blogs and have been meaning to do it, so here goes:

What is his name: Jeffrey Lloyd Keel

How long have we been married: We just celebrated our 35th anniversary this summer on August 10th over the telephone, since I was in Georgia with Holli. However, we anticipated this very thing, and celebrated our anniversary earlier when we went to San Diego in July.

How long did we date: A long time! He was my high school sweetheart. We started dating the summer before I was a junior, dated until during my first year of college when we got engaged, and THEN we were engaged for 8 months!

How old is he: 56 (but in his mind he is still 20 something)

Who eats more: Definitely him.

Who said I love you first: Who can remember that? Probably me.

Who is taller: He is. He's 6' 2" and I am 5' 7".

Who sings better: It's a toss up. We are both decent singers, but not great. He sings bass and I sing alto in the Ward choir.

Who is smarter: I will reluctantly admit that he is.

Whose temper is worse: His, hands down.

Who pays the bills: He does, thank goodness. I hate doing that stuff, and I'm not good at it. I would be late or forget or something.

Who does the laundry: I do, and I would NEVER turn him loose with it. I'm kind of particular about how it is done.

Who cooks dinner: I do. He can cook exactly two meals: pancakes, and steak. Oh, and ice cream, for those of you who consider that a meal.

Who drives when we are together: He does, ever since the infamous screeching tires, done on two wheels, turn down the main drag of Mesquite, NV on the way home from our honeymoon (me driving). Since then he has pretty much insisted on doing all the driving himself. (and FYI, we were just driving through Mesquite, I didn't want you to think we spent our honeymoon there. Although we have spent some anniversaries there!)

Who is more stubborn: He is.

Who is first to admit when they are wrong: Me. He is standing right here saying he is always right. (and he's not!)

Who wears the pants in the family: Like Hillari said on hers, we just go naked. (especially since we are empty nesters these days hahaha!)

Who mows the lawn: He does.

Who kissed who first: I kissed him. Otherwise, I might still be waiting for him to kiss me. (he was pretty shy back then)

Who proposed: He did. And quite cleverly too. It was Christmas and he told me he was giving me a rotten potato. On Christmas day I opened my present to find the biggest potato I had ever seen. He had hollowed the inside out and lined it with foil, and there inside the potato was my ring.

What is my favorite thing about him: I have of them is that he still makes me feel like I am pretty and look good, and he takes good care of me. I love that he was and is a good father and the best bampa. Since he doesn't like to cook much, he takes me out to dinner lots so I don't have to cook all the time. I love that he will kiss me or say I love you no matter who is looking or listening, and we always hold hands when we are walking together. I'm glad that he will go to see chick flicks with me and that he likes to travel. I could go on and on, but I'll just end by saying he is a good bishop, and my best friend.