Sunday, November 15, 2009

Peace & Pandemonium

Kiera from Peace & Pandemonium took our pictures a little while ago, and I just got the CD, so I'll post some of my favorites. Unfortuntely, except for the two that we ordered, this is how big they are.































Monday, November 9, 2009

Amanda's Baby Shower

Honoring Amanda and baby Abby.








I just realized that these are the first pictures I've taken in November. I went almost a week without taking a picture. That is a record.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Halloween & such

So, we had Kiera from Peace and Pandemonium take our family pictures. I am going to post the worst picture of all, mostly because it is now in the public domain, and much like David Letterman, I want to be the first to expose myself. THERE WILL BE NO BLACKMAILING ME LATER WITH THIS PHOTO.

I blame this picture on Joyce for moving to St. George and not being available to do my hair that morning.

There were some good pictures though, really, Kiera is quite talented.



Then, for my student's sake, I will post some Halloween pictures.





I got to run the cupcake walk at the church carnival, and there were a lot of crazy dancers strutting their stuff for cupcakes.












Baby A loves his big people...





Especially his Auntie Joyce















Mmmhh, I wonder where this leads...


...to an Autumn wonderland.











Outtakes from some recent shoots.




Sunday, October 25, 2009

Yard Sale Chair

Here's to the season! I think I might like Autumn even more than Spring.





This was the Yard Sale Treasure Chair, and someone asked how big it was, so here it is in context. Sorry, I can't just post a couple of pictures.














For this picture, I asked him to put his chin on the chair. He tried so hard. I'm in love with him.





















Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Road

When I was sixteen, I did what many sixteen-year-old mormons do and I went to this old guy who lived nearby who gave me some advice for my future. He said I should be a writer, which is sheer nonsense. I do not and can not write.

So, I've been wondering about and ignoring this advice for 15 years. I figured if I was supposed to be a writer, then at some point in my life I would be inspired to write something, and I never was. About three years ago, I had the craziest thought come to mind about a story to write and I felt very strongly about it, but I decided to ignore it. Writing a story is too daunting. The very next day a teacher at school invited me to join a writing group, so I did, and I wrote the story. All 150 single-spaced pages of it. And, I even tried to get it published. Ha ha. What a joke.

Now, I spend all my time editing photos, so I'm too busy to think about writing. I think this is called avoidance behavior.

Then, I read this book called The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It won the Pulitzer, so it's good. In fact, it was incredible. Go read it right now. The Spanish Fork Library has it, but it's not in the card catalog, so just ask at the desk. It was the most beautiful, terrifying book I've ever read. There is an R-rated Hollywood version of it coming out next month, but I'm positive that the book is better. It was so simple and and beautiful and well-written that I felt like writing again might not be a bad idea.

But, who am I kidding?

Then, the other day, I was driving home from work and I was having a pretty bad day. All of a sudden my speedometer that hasn't moved a millimeter in years started spinning around in crazy circles. It was like my car was getting younger and fixing itself. It was the craziest feeling of renewal. I wanted to give the car a hug and tell it to keep trying. That blasted speedometer is not actually "broken", it's just moody, like me.

So, I might write a story about a speedometer and how it saved someone's life, but I might not, so don't get your hopes up. For now, at least, I have more photos to edit.

This is my brother and my dad. They wanted these pictures for a wall of similar portraits we have at home going back about ten generations of first-born sons.


Here's my babe.







My sister Misty made this apron for me. She makes and sells them and they're pretty cute.

My friend Jen Levie made this baby hat. She sells them for next to nothing. If you want her contact info, I'll give it to you.


I crocheted this hat while watching a You Tube tutorial. Ha ha.



That's all! Thanks for stopping by!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Ixnay on Blogger

I don't like blogger. Blogger is mean and makes me do more work than is necessary. I'm too afraid to edit my last post because I don't know what will happen if I try. I curse blogger. I want to switch to another program.

Macey's is having another photo contest! The theme is Fall Colors and the deadline is the end of November. I won't be entering, but I hope you do!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

a Belated September

So, it's been a really busy month (September, I mean), and I am going to post a lot of pictures. I am mostly doing this so I have something to show my students as an explanation for all the substitute teachers. These are in descending order (most to least recent).


We went to Las Vegas on the way home (from all the stuff that follows). I always bug Miguel about taking me to Vegas, and I was excited to go, and I hated it.

Let me tell you why.

It smelled like cigarrette smoke EVERYWHERE.

I was handed pictures of naked women by toothless old men and women on EVERY street corner.

EVERY newspaper vending machine had ugly naked women pasted all over them (literally).

There were people speaking foreign languages all over the place. Like they had flown from their
nice country to this trashy city, on purpose!

My brother-in-law lost $20 in about 2 minutes at a Craps table.

I couldn't find my way out of the hotel and to the car. I think the hotel was designed that way.

The "cheap" Vegas buffets were $28, so we ate at Hard Rock, which is so cliche, and we only saved $4 over the price of the buffet.

The waiter wouldn't give me a Tylenol.

The fountains at the Bellagio played "Singing in the Rain" like we were at Disneyland or someplace "nice".

All these young girls showed up at the casinos at 11:00 pm wearing teeny tiny black dresses and 4" heels. They were obviously paid to make gambling look more fun that it actually was. I overhead them in the bathroom talking about "work."

There were other women besides me pushing their babies in strollers in the casinos at midnight.

Anyway, here are some pictures.




Before that, we were in Pismo Beach at Monica's house. That was much nicer.










Brooke and Doug got married. See more here.


Angie & Mike got married. See more here.


We caught Aidan biting the cake.



It was Joyce's birthday, and she wanted blue pancakes. Crazy, huh.


We stayed at my Grandma's house in Grass Valley, CA.



We swam in the Yuba (sp?) River.





The resaturant where I work threw a baby shower for our two expecting waitresses.







I came home one night and caught my men doing THIS! I was so jealous.











We went to the Onion Days Parade in Payson, but I mostly just took pictures of my cute niece.


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and her lovely flower creations.

















We went to the International Sheepdog Competition in Soldier Hollow.




A border collie has to corral a group of sheep through several obstacles in a limited amount of time. None of the dogs met their goal, but it was impressive to watch anyway.






Aidan met lots of interesting animals.














And a neighbor boy floated away with a bouquet of balloons.