Anniversary weekend

... If you want to stay at a lodge, on one of the seven floors, be one of the only 6 tenants checked in... get the pool to yourselves as well as the steam room..... very romantic I promise.

then sneak away to SNOWBIRD!

Wow, I just sounded like I was advertising for them. . . Ha, I wasn't. But, I did want to tell you that if you ever did want to go to Snowbird, go at the beginning of June or November. From what we learned this trip is that June and November are considered the "shoulder seasons" . It's in between skiing and the summer activities so there's basically no one there! It was a blast!

Floodageddon!!! Not really, but the rivers was really high and REALLY scary, I don't know why people take their children anywhere near these things. I shouldn't have let Jory get so close, haha

you caught me... I love jumpy pics

I would have jumped here.. or maybe even heel clicked... but I was wearing a dress.. and just to the left of me was a fairly busy road. I still think I should have jumped though.

Now for my favorite part... ahh.. the pool, and yes I got sunburned. I really shouldn't be excited about that.

It looks cold, but it was perfect!

I finally jumped. and heck yes I plugged that nose


LOOK at that farmer... this might have been right before I was awaken from my sun bathing escape by this very same man doing water aerobics... by his lonesome.. breathing heavy. He was fully into his ab and arm twist exercise.. which then turned into under water running, and not just one lap. I'm not sure he knew I was watching... I loved every second of it.

We've been married 2 years now! BEST 2 years of my life! Before we got married, at one of our showers, this lady told us that, "you need to bear through the first two years of marriage because they are definitely the hardest and really difficult"-- I'm not sure what her problem was! I can't imagine my life with out Jor. Anywho, enough of the mushy stuff. We're old timers now!

the best thing about spring is...

BABIES!!!

love: photography + love: baby animals =
lots and lots of pictures taking up space on my hard drive and I just can't seem to delete them.

Over the last few months this is what I've happen to gather up...

I love the awkwardness of the calfs bodies, with their boney backs and high hind legs.

of course the baby robins...


The coons...

I couldn't leave out our furry friends who stopped by for a climb on our garage posts.. where was their mama!

Seriously? this is the cutest beehind i've ever seen! besides jory's tush of course. agree with me!!


So the baby ducks were cute... but I don't think there is anything cuter than... baby... goats! It is a daily occurance for me to scope out ksl and search for these adorable critters. I beg Jory on a regular basis for them.
Now if I could just get my stinkin bunnies on the ball I could have some babies of my own... keep your fingers crossed would you? : )

depth perception

I've had fantastic vision until my second year in college. Then I started sitting at the front of the class because I HAD to, not because I wanted to. Not like I would ever, really ever, sit at the front of the class because I wanted to... really guys I didn't do that...
Anyway. Then about a year ago, I decided I really should get serious about this "seeing stuff" when I realized I couldn't see the road that well in the wee early mornings driving to work. Shh don't tell anyone.
So now I wear my contacts that I finally learned to put in after a many frustrated and emotional -even a bit teary nights with a husband not knowing how the heck he could help his distraught wife poke her in the eye to get the stupid contact in... or out for that matter.
I also wear glasses. Which are fun and if you use zennioptical.com you can get sweet prescription glasses for cheap! But, that's not the point. What I have noticed is when I do wear my glasses, I seem to lose my perception of depth.
Why you ask? How about the time I was at Colleen and Allan's house, (Jory's parents) and being a titbitnipply outside I decided run out to the car in front of the fam, the fam being Jory's Mom, Dad, Sister, Brother in Law (who thinks all girls are well, wimps in the first place- and his niece and nephew)... as they are all following behind me, just slowly walking to their cars...
In their view, a tall awkward girl (coincidentally named sarah) gets to the car, looks at the neighbors big truck while it drives by, and while doing so, opens the car door quickly ... and smacks herself in the face.
My glasses pushed up to my forehead, my eyebrow and cheek already swelling, sincerely shocked at the pain I had just caused myself, I screamed and jumped in the car and started to cry. Jory got in the car and trying not to laugh comforted me a bit, and then had to explain to his brother inlaw and family that yes, "Sarah had hit her self in the face with the car door, but she's okay."
I cried the whole way home.
Yeah maybe I do hit myself in the face with passenger car doors, but it's just because I usually don't have to open them when Jory drives...I should just leave the door opening to him- I blame the whole thing on Jory actually, he can't trust me with things like 'opening my own door', you know?
OR it could be that I just don't have any sense of perception in my specs. I may or may not have whammed my self in the face with other doors since then.

chillinwithmygnomies

I dare to challenge you- anyone out there, who thinks that they have more t-shirts than my husband. And oh, no. I'm not talking about any high fashion gap t-shirts here. I'm talking about the boxy, short, and always an awkward fit t-shirts.

You know. The kind of shirts that you get for free from large school gatherings, book fairs, or blood drives. These shirts might be on the top list of Jory's favorite things!

I didn't discover this t-shirt fetish (besides the freakish amount of green UVU tee's that he first brought into our life.. but I thought that was normal for a retired wolverine mascot) until about a year after we were married. I was cleaning out old boxes in our storage room and I came across a ginormas box of these hilarious shirts.
I am sure that we will beat you any day to a tshirt count off.

But. Now that we have this box of shirts in our lives again.. (for Jory atleast), we have to wear them, right?
So I've decided it's the new fad, you know? At least our new Sunday fad. Instead of walking around in your own high fashion under wear on sunday- after you kick off the heels and suits, (alright I don't really wear heels I'll admit it .. I'm not a true woman, I'm a wimp!) We change into these beauts.
I love sundays.