I have been so busy this past week. My face has been buried in my gigantic med-surg book all week studying. I took my test this morning and now I can finally relax for a second. Nursing school keeps getting harder, but I dominated my test so I'm a happy gal.
I'm back. I had so much fun in Utah. I love my family, they rock the party. We played Guitar Hero while I was there. Well, mostly Jacob and Sarah played and I just took pictures of me being hard core and them rocking out. The video is of me giving my brother what James likes to call a "trauma bond". It consists of yelling "TRAUMA" and jumping on the person and shaking them and yelling. And then you bond through trauma. I did this to Jacob almost everyday. It was awesome.
I love the pictures of me and Lolly swinging. She looks like Aunt Jemima, huh??
Ok so like I said, I am really glad to be home. One of the main reasons that I am so glad is that I absolutely hate traveling. Like the actual taking off, flying, descending, and landing. On my way home I had to fly to Phoenix first for a nice long layover. The flight was so bumpy, but it didn't really phase me.... until we started making our final descent. I started sweating really bad and getting really nauseous. So i put in a piece of gum, which only made me gag a lot more than I would've without it, grabbed the paper bag from the seat-back pocket and prayed and prayed (and prayed) that I wouldn't barf. But alas, my worst fear came true. I was absolutely mortified. When the flight landed and I could lift my head up again, I apologized to everyone around me. I couldn't think of a good excuse and I didn't want everyone to think I was gross so I just told them I was pregnant, (Which I'm not). It's okay because I will never see any of them again for the rest of my life. I got off that plane as soon as I could and bolted to the closest magazine store and bought some toothpaste and Dramamine. I brushed my teeth and took two chewables. So there ya go: my most embarassing story to date. I am so glad to be home.
We have fun at my house. The video with my mom is awesome because she thought that I was just taking pictures of her the whole time.
Happy Birthday Sarah! I love you so much. I can't believe you are sixteen years old. Thanks for being so silly with me. I love you the purplest!
candid shot, this is actually how most of them turned out!
yes, we are the exact same height!
what would a post by me be without an ugly face consisting of massive nostril flaring?? My little sister, Sarah, is such a wonderful dancer. I love watching her. Mom showed me this dance and I had to put it on the blog so that everyone could watch it. The dance doesn't actually start till about a minute into the video, but it is worth the wait. Sarah is the one on the left.
Mom and me waiting for Glenn to start
me, Dad, and my dad's good friend Ray. Thanks for saving us seats Ray! "Here" being Utah. Mom, Dad, and Jacob picked me up from the airport. I'm glad Jacob was there so that when he went to grab my hot pink luggage off the carousel I could tease him and tell him he had cute luggage. That sentence was too long, but it was funny. Hooray!
Tonight James and I went on a date with some of his buddies from work and their wives. We went to Shogun, which wasn't as good as everyone says it is, but still fun. Then we went to the theater (said in a British accent). Today whenever James or I said "theater" we would use a British accent and it made us laugh every time. Here are our theater faces:
We went and saw Les Miserables. I did NOT like this musical. My mom and everyone else who knows me well will know why. But James and I had fun together and with the other couples.
I am such an awesome blogger that Carli has put me in charge of documenting her life too. She recently took a long trip to Utah with the bee-bops. The kidlets got haircuts and she sent me some really awesome pictures. I told her that she had a whole month to get them put up on her blog or else I am taking them. So last night I called her to let her know that her time was up, and she told me to just do it. So without further adieu:
I love those babies so much it hurts. James and I always talk about how they are "our babies". They are. We love them. They are so cute and monsterific.
Today in church I doodled. I am a doodler. Then James hit me with this:
James: Why does the sun have sunglasses?
Me: Because the stars are bright.
James: Then why don't the stars have sunglasses?
Me: Because the stars don't have faces.
hee hee hee.
