Slump.

A Blogging Slump.

That is what I am in right now.

Yup.


And no, this picture doesn't have anything to do with anything. It's just for the heck of it. That's right, the heck.

That is all.

Not a Fish Story

This was almost a year ago (hence, the snow), but Mike will sure be happy I put it on the blog.
That's all.

Aww, the webcam. What fun!

Oh Happy Birthday.

Way back in May, Jenny had a birthday.
Jenny's Scandinavian Birthday. Wow. What can I tell you about this?

Let's just say, what happens at Stockman's Grill, stays at Stockman's Grill.... for now.
(You're welcome, Jennifer & Amy. And Music Dave.)

Here's basically the coolest cake ever.  Made by Jennifer.  Who knows how to use a hot dog bun when she has to.

Jenny loves that cake so much, she wants to kiss it!

Unfortunately, that is the extent of my pictures of the event (not counting the videos I may or may not post someday).  So, I don't have pictures of our awesomeness at the Pioneer Pentathlon.  We TOTALLY beat those 2nd-graders.  It was rigged, for sure.

And I don't have pictures of the Jenny Frame Game.  Which had some pretty amazing prizes!  Dad Frame thought so, anyway.  Ha.  Good times. Good times.

And I don't have pictures of the many other awesome happenings of the Jenny Frame Scandinavian Birthday Extravaganza.

So I'll just leave you with this picture of Jenny holding her shoe.  Because she'll really like it.  I'm pretty sure it will bring back fond memories of her FAVORITE trip to D.C.

Happy Birthday, Jenny.

YW Ward Camp Director: Year 2.

Back in July, this is where I spent 4 days.

It looks so serene & calm (& clean) doesn't it. 
Yeah.  That's because I took these pictures BEFORE seventeen girls filled those tents. 

Oh girls' camp.  No offense, but I'm glad you only come once a year.

Ragnar Wasatch Back Relay. Check.

Before the race

(Don't stare into my legs. You'll go blind.)

During the race

I don't have many "during the race" pics.  But it basically consisted of this:

• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Run in the hottest weather known to man (What. It was.)
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Eat gogurt. Yes, gogurt
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Ride in a cramped suburban
• Hold the flag! (Don't forget that flag!)
• Try to sleep in the cramped suburban
• Don't get any sleep
• Eat crackers
• Run in the middle of the night, thanking my lucky stars that it's not the hottest weather known to man (What. I was.)
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Eat gogurt. Eat crackers.
• Wait in line for the 1 bathroom in town
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Ride in the cramped suburban
• Hold the flag!
• Wait. Wait. Wait.
• Run the long-awaited last leg
• Basically have the worst and somehow the best time ever.  Did I mention the cramped suburban?

Luckily, all this awesomeness was had with some of the coolest chicas ever! (What. They are.)

Us. Minus Holly. She's also one of the coolest chicas ever, but she happened to be running at this moment.

And let's not forget our driver/pack-horse/water-boy/human GPS.

After the race in all our sleep-deprived glory

And ready for next year....right???

Toetally!

There are sooooo many things that I wanted to post about, but didn't.  And they've added up.  So I've decided that even though some might be from months (and months, and months) ago, I'm just going to throw stuff in wherever I feel like it.

Because, it's my blog and I can.

So, first on the docket...
My "Toe"tally awesome birthday! 

Where Ame-dawg showed me some "toe"riffic makeup techniques

Where we got pedicures & ate this cake made by one Jenny Frame (and I tried not to look or think about it too much),

and where I turned the big 3-TOE!

At which point, Jennifer made this face.

I know! That's how I feel about it too!

And then Rikki counted this money.

She sure likes to count money!

Raegan was there too...

Which made Jenny do this...

Yeah. Good times were had.  Thanks gals!

Neglect...and pics!

Well, here I am.  Trying to keep up on the blog.  The blog that I have neglected. 

Unfortunately, there is sooooo much to catch up on that I am overwhelmed by the thought of it.  And therefore, I'm procrastinating it to another day. 

Instead, here...take a look at me & my hub.  And if that doesn't cut it, hop on over to Images By Sandy.  She took these.  And many, many more.  Thanks Sandy!!!!!

Long time, no blog.

Yes it has been a while.  I'm going to try to update a little more often, but no promises.  For now, I just want to say that my awesome photographer friend, Sandy, took some pics for us.  So I can finally update our profile pic.  Soon.  In the meantime, check out Sandy's photo blog.  She's amazing. That's all.

The things I talk myself into. Part 2.

I wanted a cross between this (color)...

And this (cut)... 

Well, I did.
And, as much as I hate putting my picture next to those two....

This is what I came out with.

I know. Nothing like the pics. But I still like it.

Even if it does make me want to, now more than ever, break out in song.  (Y'know..."The sun'll come out tomorrow. Betcher bottom dollar that tomorrow, ther'll be sun. Just thinkin' about tomorrow, wipe away the cobwebs & the sorrow till there's none.  When you're stuck with a day..." etc, etc....)

That's all.

The things I talk myself into. Part 1.

Well, here it is.  My next endeavor. 

Wasatch Back Relay

I'm posting it on here so I'll actually start training.  Yes, that's right.  START training.  As in, I haven't yet. 

A glutton for punishment.  I know.  Some might say a little crazy, even.  But at least I'll be in good company.

And, hey.  The website says to "think of it as a 188-mile party". 

Well, there ya go. 

I will do that.

The Madness

I sure like college basketball.

Even if my bracket is failing miserably.

Looks Aren't Everything

Okay.  So the other day someone told me I look like Holly Hobby.

"Uh, thanks," I said. 

But I was thinking who the heck is Holly Hobby and get me out of here so I can google her. 

Friends, meet Holly Hobby.

Apparently I look like a 5-year old little girl cartoon.   With a bonnet.

Happy

Day.

Face it

Jenny's Face wins! (It was #6, by the way.)  I think her real face should win too, don't you? 

Jennifer (#5) was a close second, despite her recruiting attempts. 

And you commenters really pulled through!  I guess I can keep blogging now.  Though, according to Cashelle I'm a stinkin' jerk.  (Luv ya, Cashelle!)

Anyway, I kept hoping if I waited long enough, I would get a few more votes.  But no. 

Apparently I should not rely on gumball art as my only source of income. Or as an income at all.

Vote Your Little Faces Off

Go ahead. Pick your fave. You can do it.

In Faaact.... If the people who actually still check my blog posed as several different people and voted several times...I sure wouldn't complain.  Y'know. If it looked like I have 4 followers instead of the two I actually have, I could handle that.   

So pretend they are labled left to right, top to bottom and leave a comment with your vote for the best gumball art pic.

1           2

3           4

5           6

Gumball Art & other awesomeness

Look what happens when This Girl has a birthday!

And who knew chewing up gumballs & decorating Rikki's face with them could be such a blast?  Aside from the jaw surgery we're all going to need later, it turned out great. 

Hey, and something fun for YOU might be to vote on your favorite one in my next post! Yeah, that would be wicked cool of you.  You should do it.  And then you should ask yourself why you didn't come up with this awesome idea.  I know I am.  Asking myself that. (And apparently Jenny is too.)

Oh! The gambling was fun as well.  I mean, look at Jenny's face.  That's how much fun it was.

Rikki also liked it.

Happy Birthday, Rikks!

Remember back in 2009 when we did this...

Park City.

Turkey Bowl.

Thanksgiving. Kind of.  I don't really have many pics of Thanksgiving. But here are some cute ones of the nieces & nephs.

And Ken bringing sexy back.

And Mom bringing sexy back.

She'll really like this picture, by the way.  Hi Mom!