Ragnar Pictures

Don't get your hopes up. This blog post is not a come back. I was just too lazy to downsize my pictures so I could email to everyone. And by everyone I don't really mean everyone, just the ones who participated in the ragnar race. Go ahead and lookie-loo if you want though. I may even provide some commentary. Note, this was a 37 hour period and I only remembered the camera around hour 35. Too bad too, because there were loads of things to document.


Kerra, pretending to walk like she was sore when really she was ready to run another 10 miles.

Van #2, I took great care of these gize. You can tell cuz they're still alive.
Trent's face is my favorite.

I know my van was pretty worried about how my knuckle was doing. After careful nursing and neosporin, I think I might end up scarred for life.

I would have supported Trent here with his run, but I thought it more important to document since there were only hours left at this point.

Our van decoration.

Wild burros...four of them.

More burros. I didn't touch them because they were gross.

Mother of the Year, fa shizzle

I thought it was about time to give you all a few more excerpts from my parenting book.

1. When your kids get hurt, try to refrain from telling them to "suck it up" until after you get the x-ray results. It's one of those things they may remember when they get older.

2. When your child get his booster and is super sad like this:One way to cheer him up is to tell him he can be the one to let his older brother know he has to get a booster shot too. Totally works, see:3. When your kids get a hold of your camera and take a bazillion pictures of each other, make sure you look at each one carefully before you delete them. Cuz you could miss out on this:


4. When you have an old friend with photo skillz come into town, always take advantage of them by having them spend their Saturday taking pictures of your kids. Is it bad that I picked this one for my big framed one?

Why I Don't Drink Wine/Easter Bunny

Have you ever seen the movie A Walk in the Clouds? If not, go ahead and watch it, I'll wait.
You know that part where they are all out harvesting the grapes, then they squash them for the wine? (Here's a clip of it, hopefully you speak spanish) Here's a few points I'd like to make about it.
1. When she took off her shoes to step on the grapes, notice she didn't wash them. And also, when she took off her shoes she wasn't wearing socks. So she was out working in a field in shoes with out socks. Can you even imagine how stinky and sweaty her feet were? And she just stuck those things straight into the grape pit.
2. She had really long frizzy black hair, that wasn't pulled back in a hair net before she started swinging it all around in that grape pit. I know she was trying to be all sexy, but all I could think about was the stray long black frizzy hairs that are getting all tangled up in those grapes.

Maybe they have more sanitary ways of doing things now, but all the most expensive wine is the old stuff that was made back when people use their nasty feet to make it. So if I can't drink the best, then I may as well not even waste my time. And also because the prophet said not to, duh.

On another note. I can't get my bold button to turn off now. But, this is how I got my kids to go to bed and not wait up to catch the Easter Bunny in action.

CREEEEEEEEPY!!!!

So much to talk about.

Has it already been three weeks since my last post? Hmmm. What to do. What to do.

So the lion fell in love with the lamb

This Twilight beauty is at Hobby Lobby for only $199.00! It's also about as big as Howie. It's a big store, so if you have a hard time finding it, look over by all the Jesus statues.

Breaking Promises

I am not a woman of my word. 14 years ago I made a promise to never snowboard again. I broke that promise on Thursday afternoon. Dwight planned a quick mid-week family vacation up in snowy McCall, Idaho. While we were up there we spent a day at Brundage, snowboarding. If you don't believe I did it, come over here and check out my right hip. I'm pretty sure it's broken. I also have this picture with the ski hill in the background, looking all fake and WalMart studio-ish.

You may be thinking, "it's just like riding a bike, you never forget." Well....it's not. It's a pretty big blow to your ego when you're going down the hill and get passed up by your 4 year old yelling, "stay on your heels mom". Thanks for the tip Howie.
Speaking of Howie, look how fancy he is.

I See Dead People

Howie: I saw Jesus. He came back to earth.

Me: Really? Where did you see him?

Howie: He's right over at that picnic table playing his DS.

(Cue long hair, bearded skater dude hanging out at a picnic table. Like a thief in the night.)

Do you think Jesus prefers Mario to Pokemon?