There's a snake in the water hole! Or maybe a buffalo.

Last year Jory came home and told me he saw a buffalo in the field behind our house. I laughed at him, then proceeded to make fun of him. And he never saw that "buffalo" again.


Well. Turns out Jory wasn't seeing crazy things in the cow pasture.

Sometimes we go on walks just to look for the buffalo, for fun. I guess that's what people do here in Lehi. I love it!

Note to self

YOU work for a foot Dr. That's FEET- if you were confused.

Keep that in mind next time- for when a friendly pt checks out at your desk and says to you, "I had one more question for the Dr... When I get up to go the the bathroom at night, it hurts."

Next time don't just assume. And don't- as professionally as you can you find the Dr and ask him that not-so-typical question- get your answer, and then repeat it to the pt.

BECAUSE: the pt will act very confused. You will look confused. And then you will get it. He will get it. And no, no. NOnononononononononoooooooo.

He was talking about his feet. When he gets up at night. His feet hurt.

Ooooh...... I'm going to crawl into a hole now.

gretchen + jack

=

jack jr
paisley
jones
bandit (previously known as faaahv)
and bear (may he rest in peace)

day uno:


day three:


day five:


week 2:


week 4:

week 7: babies last week!


Our hunny buns grew up so fast! We've already sold all of them and a few weeks ago their new owners took them home!
You should really buy a rabbit.

850.00 in the hole

sometimes your husband discovers ebay and becomes and avid bidder

...he doesn't really end up buying anything, but bids every once in a while on cheap items

he puts his max bid

gets bid out

and does it again

sometimes he'll stay up all night under the covers bidding while his cutie wife drools away in her sleep

somtimes your husband looks at you with distraught in his eyes, sweaty palms, and his voice sounds a bit whiney

because. what was supposed to be $8.50 max bid

got entered as $850.00 max bid

please pray for us

Bear

What gives someone the right to take the life of another living thing? Those words keep swirling around my head mixed with the images of my poor baby rabbit Bear laying almost lifelessly on the table in the veternarian clinic- neck crooked, eyes glassy, shaking while breathing in and out.

I decided it was best for our little man to be put to sleep tonight. He was breathing, and now he's not. Because of a choice that I made. I payed with my credit card. And in return I got a big white box. With the bottom still warm from his fuzzy little body.

I still do feel it was best- and I'm glad I lifted that lid to say goodbye to him. His eyes were closed, his head normal, and his tiny little body looked peaceful.

But I still don't think it's fair that I can make decisions like that. It sounds stupid I know, but this experience tugged at my heartstrings a little bit.

marshmallows, shaving cream and cheetos

Speaking of cheetos. Almost 3/4 of a whole bag of cheetos I consumed yesterday. SERIOUSLY?! Seriously. Cheetos and gummy bears, oh, my weaknesses. Anyway.

-That was it, until about 11:00 pm when me and Jory ate dinner. I won't go into it, but let me tell you it wasn't our best hygienic- healthy- active-get-very-much-done-Saturday.

BECAUSE... It was Scotty's birthday party! We've been promising him a fun one for 2 years now. So it was yesterday and it turned out great. Lots of funny games. Food. Crafts... and a glow in the dark dance party, of course! What would be better for 7 ten year olds? (PS these kids were all in the fourth grade- and let me tell you, I commend Jory even more for being a 4th grade teacher. After hanging out with these vocal chord extremists for 3 long hours I thought I was gonna loose it. They're crazy!)

The boys had to participate too in the tower building festivities

(he's just too darn cute)

trying to stick cheetos by throwing on a shaving cream face = S O F U N N Y

scavenger hunt to find dancing materials

What happends downstairs with glowsticks and led lights- stays down stairs

THE ipod cake! Yes, we slaved. Jor war right there beside me rolling and dying fondant, too. He's so awesome. It's all edible!

my cutest spoiled adorable brother! I ♥

old man

So I've jumped on the band-wagon like everyone else in the world and trying to go green. Not so much green, but more healthy. We're drinking drinks with spinach in them, watching our soda intake and trying to work out.

I recently thought it'd be a good idea for us to start taking multi-vitamins- so every morning I put out little fun concoctions for Jory and I to take. He just loves it. : )
A lot of the time says he "forgets" to take his pills that I so-motherly put out for him. But I really don't think he does. Shh.

Last week after another accusation of "forgetting pills" Jory asked, "what the heck are you even making me take?"- while opening the cupboard, and then asked...

Jory- "50+"?
Sarah- "Yeah, like there's 50 different types of vitamins in it."
Jory- "OR... it's for guys 50 and older??"
Sarah- "Haha, oh, or it could be that."

Ohhh what we put our men through.
He's still taking his 50 + pills...