Let the Festivities Begin

I am going to have to blame my lack of blogging on Sara...it has nothing to do with the fact that I find it impossible to blog without pictures(and I couldn't post any pics because Sara was going to surprise her family). So...sorry for a blog/picture overload. I feel like there is too much to get caught up on so the pictures will have to speak for themselves.

Happy B-Day

Why are we so great?

Kids Table


Cool People's Table

Mom and Dad

Give me my food

Snuggle Bunnies

Pool Partay

Party Pooper

Hot tub diving coach
Successful hot tub diver

Cute Cute Cute

Lake Love

Addy is not quite so thrilled

Kamorah

Baptism Day

Cute

Princess Molly

Molly LOVED the jumpsuit

Lucky Fella

Our eggs say B.F.F.

People say they look a like

Jake is practicing Coleson's new trick

Uni Take Two

We busted out the ol uni again last week for a little bbq. We invited our friends Bryan and Jessica over to test it out, again. It worked a little better this time and was surprisingly really good. It takes a little long to cook enough food for everyone to eat since it's so small but it was fun.

The Worst Day of My Life

Well it finally happened. I gave it and got the flu. I totally thought I had escaped it, but to my utter surprise I woke up around 3:30 Sunday morning and new something was not right. I felt totally fine all day Saturday...Matt and I went running(six miles, tooting our own horns), we went out to dinner...totally fine. I was determined to keep the throw up down which worked until I accidentally fell asleep on the bathroom floor...needless to say I was not a happy camper when I woke up. It was horrible. I remember more clearly now why I HATE throwing up. I never want to be sick again. Yuck. I hate it. I must say though that if I have to be sick I'm sure glad that Matt is willing to take care of me. He sat there and rubbed my back while I was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep down my throw up. He brings me anything I want. He lets me watch all the silly shows I like on t.v. without complaining(he hasn't even tried to watch sports center). I suppose the good thing is that I have survived and am on the mend.

Uni-Lame

Where to start...

Well first off I should be a fortune teller and make big bucks...I was so right about how my Tuesday night of rest would go. I couldn't fall alseep until 12:00...I was fidgiting in my sleep until 2:00 when I finally got up to go to the bathroom. At 2:10 Matt woke up and said he thought he was going to throw up! Yikes! Anyone that has known me for longer than 5 minutes knows that my WORST fear in life is to throw up. I can not even hear someone else throwing up. So I said oh man are you okay? And he said I don't know. Then I said well I have to get out of here so come get me when you are done. I RACED to the T.V. and turned it on really loud and plugged my ears...you know if you plug and unplug your ears really fast in a row you can't hear anything that makes sence...it's a trick I learned years ago. Just when I thought he must be done I slowly unpluged my ears and he was still going at it. Gross. Well that pretty much ruined all chance of sleep I had. So I wathced the Cosby show on Nick at Night Until 4 then I left for work.

On to something else. I bought Matt a uni-flame bbqer for Valentines day(everyone wants to call it a Weber...it is a UNI-FLAME). So thoughtful I know. Well I got home from running and was STARVING to death because I hadn't had anything to eat and Matt said he would try out the new Uni. Sounds fun. Well we didn't have lighter fluid. Then Matt got lost in Wal Mart trying to fing lighter fluid. Then the coals were taking TOO long to heat up. Two hours have gone bye and when I am hungry for more than 30min I turn into a crazy monster who nobody wants to be around. I told Matt he was too slow and we were having sandwhiches instead...poor Matt. We will save the uni flame for another day.

WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING

I'll tell you what I SHOULD be doing...I SHOULD be sleeping...I SHOULD have been alseep two hours ago. Why? Oh because on Wednesdays I have to open the gym that I work at and that means I have to leave my house at 4:20 in the morning. Since I know that I have to do this and I DREAD it...I get myself all worked up on Tuesday night every minute that goes by thinking that is one less minute of sleep I will get and one more minute of tired I will be in the morning. I get so worked up I get butterflies in my stomach, which make me weird, which makes me think of weird things like what I will wear in the morning and what I will have for breakfast and if we have cream cheese for the lasagna I am making on Thursday and so on and so on...this is really LAME. And because I am so fidgity I will be fidgity all night long agonizing everytime I wake up about having to be up so early. So silly. Well Goodnight for now.