An interuption of your regularly scheduled blogging..

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I thought I would take time out from my blogging to teach you all about guns..

Firstly..

-Make sure you look good holding the gun.

Second..

-Stand next to someone with ear muff noise reducers. It makes people think you are important and know how to shoot a gun. (I think we look like those people who wander around the airport.)

Next step..

- Find someone who actually knows how to use the gun you're holding, and have them teach you how not to shoot your foot off.

-Then have someone point you in the right direction of the target, and not at the truck you rode up in. (apparently this is a big deal)


-Now you're ready to shoot the gun..

-After you fire make sure you scream at the top of your lungs.. not because it scared the living day lights out of you.. but to let off steam.

-When asked to shoot the gun again, tell them maybe later, you're busy right now..


But pose with the gun once more to show everyone you're not scerrred of it.. (please note I wasn't afraid of the hand guns, but once I shot the mean shot gun that recoils and punched me, I was done.)

(this was actually taken before I shot the gun, I didn't get anywhere near it after I had shot it.)

Well that about wraps it up. I think we have all learned something. Also I know that you are in awe of my mad gun skills.. I don't blame you.. it's to be expected. I do rock my nine.

You know you're a redneck..

and even..


I guess that means this weekend, I was a redneck..

I even experienced Cabela's for the first time. I have to say even though I had never shot a gun, never even held a gun (unless a water gun counts) I had a lot of fun. But after seeing the crowd at the gun store.. why do I have the feeling that I now have to grow a beard and get a beer belly?

We can do this the easy way.. or the hard way.

Last night I asked Bob if we could dress up or something for St. Patricks Day. Robert's reply? "No." (What he forgets is I have the power of photoshop.)

This boy..

.. came for a sleep-over Friday night. While Jackson and Bob long boarded, my sisters son Finn and I made hand puppets, doodled, sang, and had a photo shoot..



I would yell out directions and we would make faces. He laughed his guts out when we got to pensive. I think he thought I was talking about something that costs a lot of money.

Weekend Wedding

About two and a half years ago I was lucky enough to find my best friend and marry him in the Salt Lake Temple, following our wedding we had a ring ceremony and a reception at Rose Sachs Gardens.

The day was a great success due to a small army of people. I felt so lucky that day to have such amazing people there to support me and my brand new husband. One of those people is my friend Kelly. She not only offered to do my hair (for free) but she was my own personal assistant that day!

She got up at four in the morning to curl my hair before our wedding. (yes I said 4 a.m. when no one should be allowed to be awake) Then after we had the biggest down pour of rain.. seriously it was like a small monsoon following me around! I looked like a drown rat. So what did Kelly do? She got off work early to come and do my hair all over again before my reception. Not only that, but she did my makeup, she helped me get into my dress, and she helped me stay calm when the flower shop delivered the bouquet right out of the 80's. She also helped me fix it. She stayed and held my hand through all the drama.

I have always been incredibly grateful for her. So when she got married this weekend I was so excited to share in her happiness. Congrats girl!

Pro's vs. Con's

I like random lists. So I thought I would put one together for a random Friday the 13th. (to see others I have liked, click here, here (it's on her side bar),and here (it's on the bottom of the blog)

Simply don’t like:

(this random dreary picture was taken on a blistery cold Utah night from our old apartment)

-frost on my back window, that is just thin enough that I can't scrape it, but just thick enough that I can’t see out of it

-the smell of tires

-when rides are closed at Disneyland

-when people cheat during a game (imagine my frustration being married to Bob)

-turning on the radio and hearing the end of a song I like

-being woken up

-when I am sitting too low, from a chair being too short

-when my ankle socks get pulled down into my shoes forcing me to walk on them

Simply like:

(cloud photo taken on a random trip up to Logan, Utah)

-the sound of corduroy pants when your legs sweep past each other

-waking up on a Saturday morning, going into the kitchen, getting a diet coke and sitting in front of the computer and looking at blogs, emails, youtube, anything that is mindless and letting myself wake up

-laying on the ground when the sunlight pours into the room and enjoying the warmth

-waking up early, eating a yummy breakfast, and then going back to bed for a nap

-waking up, looking at the clock, and realizing I can go back to sleep

- the sound of crackling wrappers

- taking walks with my camera

- when Bob wakes up in the middle of the night, pats me sleepily on the back and sweetly says "I love you. "

Diet Goggles? Check.

Have you ever noticed when you are dieting things are a little different? Like you will walk into a store, hear a show tune, and when you look over to see where it's coming from, you see a yummy little chocolate cupcake singing with a top hat and cane.

Yes, I know it isn't really happening, but things are different when you're dieting. I call this putting on your diet goggles.

It's like you are taking off into space. You're on a mission. You're going to lose that weight.. Stretchy workout pants? Check. Fat rolls? Check. Diet goggles? Check.

Now you're wearing these goggles that are letting you see things you wouldn't normally see. Like skinny girls crawling out of the wood work and you start comparing your body to theirs.. donuts start sprouting legs and somehow jump into your cart at the grocery store. It's madness. It makes things way harder. I swear every commercial on t.v. is for fast food when I have my goggles on.

Now, I'm just wishing I had a diet sting ray gun to fight off the darned temptations. Mr. chocolate cake.. I'm talking to you.