Saturday, July 25, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
We had a dog who decided he wanted to be our dog and lived on our porch for a few days. I felt bad for the poor thing living out there in the 100+ degree weather. So, I decided to give him a bowl of water and some lunch meat. Matt said this was a dumb idea because the dog would think it was his house. I have always liked the idea of having a pet- but always envisioned a somewhat cute looking pet and this was definitely one of the ugliest dogs I have ever seen. Poor thing. He was part chihuahua and part some other ugly dog , was partly shaven and had cataracts all over his eyes and looked like his eyes were red. Scary! So I knew this could not become my pet. I would be too embarrassed to even allow people to think it was ours. But, it remained there because I didn't want to call the animal control people. But then I heard barking outside my door and opened it to see a bigger dog about to attack the poor ugly little fella. So, I chased the big dog away up the street shouting random things. When I returned the dog had entered my house (I had left the door open) and had ran upstairs and hid under Tera's bed. The poor little thing was terrified and I sure wanted that nasty little dog out of my house. Her whole room was filled with the smell of dirty dog. I couldn't’t get the dog to come out and wasn't going to reach under there and grab the potentially Rabi ridden dog, so called animal control and they suggested leaving the door open and seeing if the dog came out. Really helpful right? So, since Matt wouldn't be home for hours and I pictured fleas jumping all over my carpet, I called our friend Clint (he's always so good to help whenever I have a random task) and he came to the rescue. He flipped the bed over and got the dog out. He was so good and gentle and patient with the poor dog. Then he took him out and put her in his truck. She immediately warmed up and was so happy. So Clint drove her away from our house and dropped her off in a field. I wish I was kidding but that really is what he did. I said the dog could stay in our yard and I could wait for animal control but he thought he would just run in my house again. So, I hope somewhere out there this ugly, pathetic little dog is happy and will forgive us for booting him out. I still feel bad inside about the situation. But, I really couldn't' t keep this dog. Teras room smelled dirty for two days after the dogs invasion- even after a very intense vacuum session and febreeze. The dog was that nasty. Good luck dog.
Our high hopes were quickly squashed when the race suddenly began and we found ourselves towards the end waiting in a really long line to go over the first of many obstacles- hurdles (seriously defeating the purpose of a race). This turned out to be a theme for the race: run, wait to go over an obstacle and then run again. And yes, we could have passed by the obstacles but then we should have just done a regular 5K. Then after about a mile Megan began to complain really annoyingly (j/k) about the duct tape holding her shoes on hurting her. I was uncomfortable too with gravel and mud in my shoes but I wasn't acting like a "twelve year old girl" about it. But when Rob and Matt tore off her shoes and there was blood all over her foot I realized I had been a witch and she had every right to be complaining.
The back of Me and Matt shirts said:Nobody makes me bleed my own blood, Nobody!
And the Hacker's shirts said:Cram it up your cramhole…
Next year - we will be back with even snazzier outfits. I have begun brainstorming already (not really- okay maybe a little) Have you noticed I like parenthesis? (a lot)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
These are a little older but the kids were being so brave jumping off this wall with MY FRIEND Emily. :)
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Do I look a bit nervous? I am! Rafting trip #2- Gunnel's, Meagan, Kyra, Grays and THE GUIDE (aka- Josh)
We had an adventurous trip down the river. On the fourth big rapid, we lost Josh, our guide, who is also our friend. I apparently only considered him our guide at this point though because apparently when he fell, or rather plummeted over the top of the raft out I started yelling "our guide our guide!" I guess I was in panic mode. And for a good reason- we were fast approaching huge rocks in the water as our "guide" was stuck under the boat and then being squashed between our boat and a big rock. However he was still shouting instructions from the water- when the wind wasn't being knocked out of him (So cool Josh) But, we didn't listen to the instructions very well and ended up on top of a gargantucous rock. I held on for dear life and watched helplessly as Meagan and Rich fell out. They were eventually pulled out and we made it the rest of the way without any other mishaps. Good thing, because the adrenaline was running thick for all of us. In fact, it was running so thick that I didn't register that I had been hit in the head with a paddle during the commotion and had a big bump on my head. The bump went down after a few hours, but I have had a headache since. So worth it though. We really did have a blast! I wish I had pictures of us jumping off the rocks and Dave rope swinging- but those images will have to live on in my head.We were able to leave Ash and Tera with friends (Thanks Kati and Bekah) and just take Maz along for our little adventure. No, Mazzi did not go down in the raft. People keep asking me that. Matt and I took turns rafting down the river. Mazzi was able to hang out with her friend Mitch. She was loving his company! I know this is lame, but Matt and I have only been away from Tera and Ashton 3 or 4 nights ever. The night I had Mazzi, when my sister Sierra got married, and when Matt and I went to Catalina Island. We need to get out more! It is hard to go anywhere overnight when you don't have family nearby. But it was so nice just having Mazzi. Very relaxing. I think Mazzi was loving the time alone with her parents also.
White trash river baby- I can't believe she got in. This water was pretty cold.
Meagan helping out with Miss MazzAfter our rafting trip we went and hung out at the river and floated down in our vests. It was fun and entertaining as we tried to dodge the rocks and screamed (was that just me) because it was freezing and we kept hitting our bums on the rocks. I think Katie got it the worst.
We played boggle while waiting for raft number one- Meagan, Marcie, Heather, Dave, Katie, Vanessa, Amy and Rich. Amy kicked all our butts- but if slang words were allowed Vanessa and Heather would have won fo' shu (for sure- I don't spell ebonics that is probaby wrong) Hilarious!