Into the wild

Ok. We're going to use our imagination. Let's pretend that it's last week, because this actually happened a week ago, Saturday, and I'd feel better about myself if I pretend I'm not a procrastinator. Ready? Alright. We're going back in time ONE week..... [insert music here - whatever science fiction music that makes you think of time traveling]

Justin now has a job (YAY!). The downside to that is that we never see each other. [Ok, this can actually be present day, but still imagine that it's last week, ok?] He works ALL day Saturday and ALL day Sunday at a hospital (he's an LPN). The upside to it is that Kennedy and I have the whole weekend to have mommy-daughter time! So, yesterday (remember, we're imagining that it's last week), instead of spending our Saturday indoors, we went to the zoo with our friends Janica and Angelique (and their freaking adorable kiddies- Kaitlyn, Brooklyn, Grace & Kaleb).

We went to the bird show, which was awesome. A falcon (Ang- correct me if I'm wrong, but I suck at bird species) flew over my head and it's wing brushed my hair. I felt momentarily special. And is it totally pathetic that I seriously got teary-eyed when they brought the bald eagle out? I'm such a baby.

The kids got up close and personal with the leopard. And I don't know how that guy's arm didn't fall off holding that ginormous bird. Must be super-human strength which I don't have.

Then, of course, we all had to pose with the perturbed-looking gorilla, who puts my female anatomy to shame.

Thanks for a fun time, ladies! We need to do it again. And thanks for being my photographers, too.

Oh- and in case you were confused, it's present day, now.

Flashback

One of the funniest people I know, Erica, has a hilarious blog. She and Melanie share the title for "The Blog that Makes Me Laugh Most Often." Recently, Erica posted these lovely yearbook pictures of herself. I, of course, had to do the same. I was giggling very childishly through the whole process. You can giggle yourself silly doing the same thing by going to yearbookyourself.com.

I must say- I really hope not all of these hairstyles return to popularity- especially the '80's and '90's. The 80's were seriously terrible for style.

And I think that one from 1952 was totally taken from my great-grandma's yearbook picture.

Contortionism at its best

Wow. This is cool. No other words need to be said. Just watch it.



I am SO not graceful- there's no way I could do this. I'd be laughed to scorn.

I win!

At my work, each Monday they have a new, elaborate, stunning bouquet of flowers on display for all the clients to admire as they come in. At the end of the week, each Friday, we have a "flower drawing" so that someone can take the flowers home, since they would just get thrown away over the weekend (it would be like murder, seriously). Well, on a scale from 1 to 10 on how lucky I am, I'd rate myself at a 2. In the whole 8 months that I've been there, with them drawing names EVERY Friday, I have never had my name pulled to win these flowers. And yes, many people have won multiple times.

Today was my lucky day. Aren't they beautiful? And they smell divine.
I'm bumping my luck up to a 4.

Briday Veil Falls

Every other Sunday (or so), we have dinner at Justin's parents' house. We used to go over there every week, before any of us had children, but then the grandkids started popping out and now it's a mad house every time we go there... so, for the sake of everyone's sanity, it's been limited to every other week. We normally have it at their house, but, to spice things up a bit, this last time we ventured down to good ol' Utah County to have a picnic.

There are some nice little parks right by Bridal Veil Falls, so we picnicked there and then let the kids (meaning, of course, Justin and myself) play in the waterfall. Fun time was had by all.

Kennedy showing me how much she loves me. Her cousin, Tessa, trying not to get her shorts wet.

I'm not quite sure what she's doing, here.

The amazing Carrell family.
Nana (Justin's mom) and her 4 crazy, but cute, grandkids.