In keeping with being a true Montana girl, this week we drove over to Kalispell to meet my uncle Sid ( who raises some cattle) part-way from Cut Bank to pick up the 1/2 beef we are splitting with Mom and Dad. We drove over and came back with 450 pounds of frozen meat in the car. Thinking today about Grandma's stories of living through the Depression and eating potatoes. Can't tell you how thankful, I am to have a freezer full of meat right now.
It has become a weekend tradition to have family movie night on either Saturday or Sunday night. The last two weeks we rented musicals because Evan's choir at school is doing some selections from Grease, Sound of Music, Annie etc. We watched Grease as a family and Mel and I were surprised at how we'd forgotten some of the content. After it was over we asked "Well, what'd you'd think of Grease?" Evan said, "Well, it had no plot!" We figured that was good because most of it must of have gone over their heads! Anyhow, this is a tradition we'll try to continue as long as they actually want to be in the same room with us. Maybe one of these days, they'll start making the popcorn -- that would be nice.
