AST Dew Tour Sick Tricks

Easton's pretty pumped right now, he got to spend the day getting his skate on at the AST Dew Tour Outdoor Festival and got to meet his skateboarding homies like:

Ryan Sheckler

...and

Bob Burnquist

...and watch sick BMX tricks.

He also got to skate away in the Interactive Skate Park and hang out with Uncle Justy who got him in.

Not to mention watch the BMX Dirt Finals from the best seat in the house, the window from my office at KSL in the 4th floor of the Triad that has a full view to the East. It's been hard for me to concentrate at work the last few days with constant loud music and BMX and FMX Motocross crazy dudes pulling stunts so high and crazy you can't believe your eyes. (ok it's been freakin awesome).

They're going back tomorrow because they've got tickets to the Skate finals. Brandon is going to love it. Sweet.

What an awesome event. It was a total throwback to the Olympics - having that parking lot East of the Triad transformed into something so awesome and the streets all around it closed for outdoor villages. Insiders tell me that it's sold more tickets already this year than ever before. Who knew there were so many BMX/FMX/Skate fans in Salt Lake.

One of these days....

Sometimes I wonder when I'll have time to do the small things. Like sit outside on the deck on a Sunday morning casually reading the paper. Or peacefully strolling through my garden snipping off the spent flowers and cutting the prime ones for an indoor boquet. Or maybe sitting outside an Einstein's Bagles chatting and relaxing with a friend. Or having friends over on a Saturday night to scrapbook family vacation photos, my main worry being which color paper I should put behind the best photo.

Sh-yeah, rrrright.

Instead, it's one thing to the next constantly, without a second to spare in between. Reminds me of yesterday. Without boring you about my crazy day at work, just know it was so intense and crazy that at one point I was running through the hall to get to my next meeting in time. The evening? Well, Brandon had a Baseball game at 6, Eric took him there because I was busy dropping off Easton to his Murray Chamber meeting at 6:30. Then I raced to Brandon's baseball game, caught the last few minutes of that. We had to pull him out early because we had to be at his Parent Teacher conference at 7pm. We met there in our separate cars and then at 7:30 Eric left to get Easton from his meeting to take him straight to his volleyball game at 7:30 of which he was 15 minutes late to. I raced with Jane to pick up everyone some dinner to eat in the car before we went in to Easton's game. Figured I'd support a client and went to Iceberg, it was the closest anyway, texted in to our text messaging system for my coupon (for yours just text ICEBERG to 57500 for 10% off!). Raced to Easton's volleyball game, we scarfed down our food in the car and ran inside to watch the remainder of his game. Home at about 8:30, barely enough time for homework, baths and all the other millions of things that have to happen in the evening. Phew. Haven't been home in over 12 hours. I'm tired and mentally exhausted but that's when it's most important to take a deep breath and get your second wind. Gotta focus on my REAL job, which is the family and keeping an organized household. I wouldn't mind the crazy evenings near as much if I wasn't completely absent from my real life at work all day.

I'll get to those vacation photos one of these days. For now they sit inside a costco envelope on my dresser and I reluctantly glare at them every time I walk by as they tug at me to say "scrapbook me! Or at least put me in an album!" Maybe I'll stay up extra late on Saturday night and do that.

Not if I want to wake up early and read the paper on Sunday morning!

Teenagers

Well Easton being 13, is starting to get a bit 'snippy' if you'd call it that. Aaah what happened to the days when he was 6 playing racecar in a bicycle helmet and fake goggles. Suddenly he's a teenager with 'tude. Seems like the smallest thing can set them off. The most recent because I won't spend another $50 bucks on yet another set of 'trucks' for his skateboard because everyone is making fun of the ones he has. Or like last night, when I said, "Do you have homework?" "Not really," he replied. "Well, no.... sort of, well.. kind of, well... maybe." "Easton," I said, "It's either a yes, or a no. Black and white. So give me a yes, or a no. Again I ask, do you have homework?" "Sort of," he replied.
Oh, they grow so fast. All in all he's still a pretty good kid. I hear boys are way easier as teens than girls. Yikes. When I was pregnant with Jane and found out she was a girl, a coworker said, "Congratulations! At least for the next 12 years, that is!"
I suppose I deserve it, I remember giving my mom a whole load of attitude. I wasn't necessarily a bad kid, just had a lot of 'tude. So I suppose what goes around comes around. (Awesome song BTW)
For now I'll chalk it up to hormones. It must be, because last night Easton also said, "I sure hope in heaven there is a whole lot of Teriyaki sauce!" Whatever that means.