Well, another busy week gone by.  I know that sounds typical, but at the end of the school year, it seems like we take busy to a whole new level.  Add to that all of the political happenings, and it is about more than I can keep up with.  Ryan keeps mentioning that he needs to be in three places at once, all the time.  I largely feel the same way.
     The kids, bless their little hearts, have been naughty aughty this week.  A lot of fighting, and shoving etc.  There seems to be a lot of hard work going on, simply to get on everyone else's nerves.  We have had a lot of discussion about it, but nothing seems to be changing.  I am sure that a lot of unrest is being felt because we plan on moving to the ranch for awhile.  As much as we need a larger home, the reality is, we are comfortable with our little house and routine.  Change is on the way, and change can be difficult, especially for kids who are comfortable with friends, activities, and school.
     I mentioned the culvert last week.  Much time is still spent rolling around in that thing.  Ryan also found a stray rabbit at his job site.  It almost got hit by several cars, and he suspects that it was someone's lost Easter pet.  Anyhow, he brought it home and he has been a delight and a half.  He has been loved almost to death, especially by Mo.  Mo just hasn't quite figured out how to be gentle yet.  He wants to squeeze him and bathe with him.  Jams named him Travis, by the way.  Travis ended up missing in my house for a large part of a day, thanks to Wazz.  She came in the house holding Travis.  Everyone was practicing their music, and she set Travis on the kitchen floor because she was sure that Sage would come and get him.  Well, Sager was practicing her guitar and had no idea that Travis awaited her arrival in the kitchen.  I can only imagine Travis' hurried exit when  he saw his chance.  He hid under the dishwasher where no one could find him.  Smart Travis.
     The weather turned wet and cold about the time that Travis came to stay with us.  Rooshkie kept wanting to sleep outside in the culvert with Travis.  I personally thought the whole idea was completely ridiculous.  Sure, the culvert provides some shelter from the rain, but what about all of those awful ridges in your back all night?  Not to mention it was barely above freezing.  I had to put my foot down about Rooshkie's overnight ideas in the culvert.
     I guess Chlo felt like she wasn't getting enough Travis time,  and so she went out and found her own pets.  She apparently found a bunch of slugs and stuck them in an empty bubble container.  The slugs, along with a whole bunch of grass.  Chlo felt real love and nostalgia for those slugs.  She claimed over and over that slugs are and will always be her favorite animal.  I still question whether she really ever had any slugs at all.  All I ever saw when I peered into their bubble container was a bunch of grass.  Whatever, it made Chlo happy for several days.
     Mo also had a cup of ants that became his pets.  He was really wanting to make his ants happy, and he kept insisting that the ants needed their own car, and their own picture of Jesus.  Mo is just about right on that.  We all need a car, and our own picture of Jesus.
     With all of the extra company and chaos, the kids' bedroom has gotten out of control messy again.  I have gutted it out myself several times in the last few weeks.  This has really gotten me nowhere, because unless they clean it themselves they don't maintain it.  The problem is, it takes more work and patience to get them to clean it, than if I just go get it done.  One day, I was determined that they were going to pick it up.  Of course, this led to a whole barrage of accusations and murmurings as to who was to blame, and who the real cause of the mess was.  Well, I have seen that they all cause the mess.  Anyhow, it is so frustrating because for hours I have to hear about how so and so isn't working, or about how someone is refusing to help.  Let's just face facts for a few minutes.  Chlo, on rare occasions, has shown forth a lot of ambition, but for the most part, she really isn't much help yet.  Oak isn't much better than Chlo.  Rooshkie can whip through the biggest of messes, but she is rarely in the mood, and Jazzerz is good help if someone else is working steady.  It is rare indeed when they just happily tidy up.  Anyhow, Oak was doing nothing but trying to annoy Rooshkie.  He claimed that he couldn't help at all until he had a drink of water.  He then proceeded to gross the girls out by drinking and spitting the water in the cup over and over again.  This is the kind of stuff I am talking about.  Working really hard to annoy.
     Ryan finished up his job in St. George and noticed that there was a county commissioner in San Juan county that wanted to have a four wheeler ride on a trail that the BLM had closed seven years ago.  We knew that we needed to try our best to go to a lot of this stuff where other people are taking a stand against the BLM.  So many people came from all of the country to help us, and it made all of the difference.  If it weren't for good hearted people, the Bundy ranch would no longer exist.  Every time I look out and see the cows grazing by the river I think of that.  Anyhow, Ryan decided we should all go.  Way easier said than done.  He drove down to the ranch and loaded all of the four-wheelers in the horse trailer.  Somehow he loaded them in there vertically and he had four four-wheelers ready to go.  It was an amazingly long drive.  I was surprised at how good Mo did.  He played and played with a dumb green car that he brought.  As long as he had the dumb car, he was fine.  I must admit that I got sick of the car being driven all over me, but I am glad he was happy.  Sage about had a come apart.  Really, we squash way too many people in the truck, but the alternative is to drive two cars, and with a trip that long it is so expensive and impractical.  We were short some sleeping bags, and fuel had dripped on some of the stuff and so I was way concerned about our night up there.  It is still pretty cold too.  Anyhow, when we arrived the county commissioner offered to put us up for the night, and he didn't have to do too much arguing to talk me into it.  They had a big, lovely home, and all of the kids were happy to find a spot on the floor.
     The next day, there was a meeting with the people of the town.  Many people were frustrated in that town by the BLM and their actions.  Their doctor had been thrown in jail for taking an Indian bead.  Yes, a small bead.  The BLM had stormed into his home in the early hours of the morning, put him in chains and shackles, held his family in the garage while they ransacked his home looking for artifacts.  They came up with a small bead.  He went to jail, and got so depressed he ended his own life over it.  His son spoke, and it was horrifying to hear about his story.  They had also closed the road without any warning or consent and the people wanted it open.  So, with the sheriff and his deputies, a few thousand people, along with us, rode the forbidden trail.  It was beautiful, and hard riding.  I was grateful that my Dad had let me learn from a young age how to drive just about anywhere.  We had one wreck with Jams and Kenzie Litmer.  Jams was fine, but I took Mackenzie back to her mom because she was pretty banged up.  Anyhow, a beautiful day, and I am glad people are getting the courage to stand up to all of the wrongs being done.  A nice gentleman insisted on buying our lunch, and another friend was made.  He was intrigued with the story of Stetsy and Curly the bull.  Intrigued enough to insist on buying lunch for all of us.
     The ride home was clompy and windy.  The snow got so bad outside of Cedar that I couldn't see at all.  The snow was coming down so hard and blowing backward that it looked like I was driving backwards and I couldn't see any lines to guide me.  Ryan had to finish up the drive and I had no clue how he did it.  I was praying for him, and maybe that is how.
     Anyhow, Ryan moved our shrsh records to the Bunkerville 2nd ward.  Mo wanted to make a good impression by bringing in Jazzerz empty lunch box into shrsh.  I couldn't figure out why he was so insistent upon bringing it.  It is dingy and raggy now that the end of the school year draws nigh.  Whatever.  Chlo made a slide on the bench by using many hymn books and would shriek loudly if anyone might want to use one to sing with.  Luckily we have attended this ward enough with Cliven and Carol that they already know how we are.