I've seen weirder

Remember when I blogged? I don't. Too many moons have come and gone since I've taken to that old past time called blogging. I make no excuses other than... nope, no excuses.

So, to make it up to you, I'm gonna post some awesome pics. They are all photos that were taken on my cell phone. I came across them while cleaning out my photo album. Enjoy!

No dressing room no problem!
What the hairy man trying on shirts at the Costcos!?! No hot dog for me. I lost my appetite.

Making cookies with my sweet and innocent nephews. Who made the booby cookies? Shannon?

The best cookie Barry's ever had

I always have good intentions when I buy spinach, but it always ends up looking like this.

This is how we have fun. Normal, right?

Damn dog!

Sweet dog
(This is when we used to let him in our bed, back when we loved him as a child)

You do it to yourself, Utah.

I'm pretty sure this CAN'T be safe.
(If you don't know what I'm talking about, look at the tree. Yes, it's a car seat!)

Here's your sign

Save a horse ride a hog, I guess

Went to lunch with a friend from grade school. She brought this picture and I couldn't resist, I took a picture of a picture. How did our mothers let us leave the house looking like that? Sad thing is, (I'd like to think) we were the cool girls- fanny pack, cut-offs and all. I'm the one in the green with the lesbian haircut (thanks mom).

How does Heavenly Father send his precious children down to my family? Must be hard for him.

I took this photo in front of our church in Utah. Chalked it up as a Utah thing until I saw the license plate. Crazy breeders are everywhere I suppose, and their vans are in LDS parking lots all over the world (but mainly in Utah, lets be honest).

Again- you do it to yourself, Utah.


Imagine my shock when I read this quote in a random candy shop in LA. It's a great quote from the (LDS) prophet Harold B. Lee. However, I'm pretty sure he wasn't referring to candy when he said this.

It's just not Thanksgiving without finger holes in the rolls. My nephew had to add his special touch. Kids do the weirdest things.


Speechless. Thanks, Kiers.


In Australia we learned very quickly that "Root" is a naughty word. Some would say it's equivalent to the vulgar four letter f-word we all know. Yep, that one! SO, when I saw this van days after moving back form Australia, I had to laugh, then take a picture.


Do they have babysitters for adults? My oldest sister needs one.
If you're ever in Walmart and you see a cement pole in the middle of the aisle and you don't know which way to go to get around it- Choose the left! Most people with brains do. But then again, it's Walmart... and it's my sister. Hope the Walmart cleaners didn't mind cleaning up the paint chips left behind from trying to unjam the shopping cart that my sister jammed in there. Here's your sign, Shannon. Here's your sign.

Speaking of signs...
This is a great one that can be found at the cannery in SLC.
If this doesn't scare the bejeegers out of you, I don't know what will.
And if I didn't know any better, I would've thought the picture at the top was of a man getting punched in his groin/baby maker. Ouch!

AND last but not least

Huh?
Classic Walmarts
(This one wasn't on my phone, but thought it was great nonetheless)

Baby Love

I love these babies so much I want to hug them until they crumple into little bean-shaped balls, and then I'll plant them in the ground and watch them grow into fragrant flowers, then pluck them and sniff them and feed them to a cow that I'll then milk and make ice cream and scoop it up onto a cone and smash it in my face. I love them that much!

Thanks TAMN! I'm "seriously so blessed" because of your genius.
(http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/)

What's worse?

103 degree weather at the end of September with NO air conditioning...



OR...

...A snow storm at the end of May with a heater?


My answer is... --insert drum-roll here-- ...A SNOW STORM IS WORSE! You'd have to be high to say the heat. Sure, the heat's bad. And sure I'm swimming, practically drowning, in my own sweat. But snow is evil, and thus, I shun it. At least I'm loosing weight as I sit here typing. Sweating is good for you (other than the occasional drippage in the eye), right? Add nursing to the mix and my body's a sweaty, pore cleansing, calorie burning machine. Who needs a frigg'n gym membership? It really is too good to be true (and guess what?... it isn't... or is it?... I'm confused. It's too good and it is true. What does that make it?) So bring on that beautiful heat! Actually no, it's really hot and I'm quite miserable.

A day in Menlo Park

Let's be honest, I LOVE Menlo Park! I kind of love everything 'bout it. I'm really happy here!

This is a glimpse into what a day in Menlo Park is like.

At 7:00AM this guy wakes up



At 8:00AM we take this guy to the dog park


Milo is terrified of the dog park, but I think it's good for him so we force him to go. There are dogs of all breeds and sizes there, but Milo's scared of them all. It's a shame we chopped his balls off. Homeboy needs a pair.

This is typical


Milo sitting (not running and playing) away from all the other dogs- notice the dogs in the background?

He likes these pugs, though


These pugs are the Angelina-Brad Pitt of the dog world. They are famous. Their names are Max and Minnie and they're somewhat of a youtube sensation. They've been on Regis & Kelly, Ellen, and other morning shows. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07Rw_sV4674

At 9:00AM we leave the dog park and venture out on a walk.

I love walking here because 1) The weather is perfect at all times 2) There's lots of trees so it's shady and beautiful 3) The houses in the neighborhood are amazing! I could walk for hours just looking at the houses. Here are a few of my faves (these were all taken with my phone- my attempt at being discreet).


The next two photos are of my dream home! I love this house!!!















So we live in a neighborhood with beautiful homes and lots of rich folk, but let it be known that we're the poor folk rummaging through their trash on garbage day.

There are so many fruit trees out here! It's awesome. Signs like these can be seen throughout the neighborhood. Who needs a farmers market, when the neighborhood's your oyster... umm, food source?


And who would've thought we'd be living a couple blocks from Harvard University? Ha!


At 10:00 AM Will has usually fallen asleep and Milo is tired of walking, too. We head back to the apartment. Milo hops a ride sometimes.


At 10:00- 12:00AM Will sleeps and I usually do laundry or clean our teeny-tiny apartment.

This little thing is my BFF, the Eruika steam mop. LOVE THIS!! With linoleum and hardwood throughout the joint, this thing gets the job done! And let it be known, that it costs me $6.00 to do 2 loads of laundry. Be grateful for your washing machines!


At 12:00AM Will usually wakes up with a surprise for me in his pants. It usually looks like this


Or this...


HONESTLY, this baby can POOP!

After changing the little stink-butt and playing goo-goo gah-gah games, we're off on errands.

At 2:00PM we go shopping

We usually go here because it's the best store EVER!! Love, LOVE this place!



Then we might walk down to this delicious place so I can get my fix.




At 5:00PM we pick up Justin from this resort called Stanford (It's anything but a resort to Justin, the student).



(We're taking and picking him up because his $20.00, 1961 Schwinn, garage sale bicycle broke. Who knew?)

at 7:00PM we have dinner

Usually this


At 8:00PM we watch TV

Usually something like this


At 9:00PM Justin does this. (Cool glasses, Justin!)


At 2:00AM Justin comes to bed and I wake up to this. Not only does "My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard", it wakes Will up through the night, too.


So there it is, what a day might look like in Menlo Park. However, there's way more feeding and changing of the Will-Miester going on. That is my life right now. Milk and poop.