So I am not suppose to say anything bad about this town... like that I really HATE living here, or that the people around me seem like most of them are inbreds and refuse to leave, or that most everyone here is on welfare and are seriously tweeking on something illegal! It is all political when it comes to this place and making sure that nothing negative is said about Roswell (for Eddie's job no less).

HOWEVER, When it comes to these NASTY bugs and creatures harming one of my babies... that is enough!

Saturday, we came home from a friends house around 10:30pm. Dylan is SUCH a good boy, that when I asked him to please start his bedtime routine pretty quickly, he did. I grabbed his pajamas and started to put them on him. When I put on his shirt he started screaming... I tried to take his shirt off and turned him around to see what hurt and saw a shite SCORPION on his back. (I still have nightmares). I freak'd out so much that while trying to get it off I knocked Dylan down. Poor kid... Eddie came over and got him off only after the damn thing stung him twice. Dylan was tuff and after seeing the paramedics come to check on him he was ok. Luckily they aren't poisoness down here.

Think that is all?? NOPE

Sunday after putting Dylan to bed, I was walking past Adriana's portacrib that sits in our living room. TWO FEET away was a tarantula ... NO JOKE. SO... Do I now have the right to talk crap about this place yet? Eddie's job is going well, and he is enjoying the facility... I think most of the guys he works with know how bad this place is so I am safe to say I agree.

UTAH... your politics that turned me off... don't sound so bad anymore, the mountains are calling my name, and the Mormons... I will even come back to your political and social influence everywhere. Utah ... I miss you.