Tuesday, July 28, 2009

"The Sun Coast.... In Viva Las Vegas"

This past week I got to tag along with my fam on their trip to Vegas, while Jon was lame and had to stay home and work.

The vacation consisted of lounging by the pool,
people watching (which never gets old),
eating way too much food,
McElle texting 24/7,
teasing Barb every second we got,
crying at My Sister's Keeper,
watching crazy trainers in with the Lions at the MGM,
being grossed out by all the 24 hour foot massage places,
not to mention the creepy old men in the casino's,
and witnessing McElle lick my toe on accident.



Eating at Gonzalez Gonzalez

He struggles.

This was round 7 and we still couldn't get a normal pic.


Simba?


All day.. everyday..





I'm not really sure about her either..


Dead dog serious? Or America's Next?



Overall it was a classic trip.
I was hoping to come back with a tan,
but of course it was overcast the entire time.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Take me out to the Ball Game..

Our good friends Jordan and Danielle invited us to go to the Bee's game with them last Friday, and I'm not sure we even watched most of the game, but we did enjoy some hot dogs, kettle corn, and listening to the boys interesting conversations..



Jon's Mom, Debbie, was so excited that the San Diego chicken was going to be there..
We soon discovered what in the world she was talking about.

This is what I deal with everyday.


The game wasn't very exciting, and the Bee's ended up losing.
Thanks again for such a fun night.. we will have to go again real soon!

Oh how I live for good design..











Now if only the economy could shape up... I could get back to doing what I absolutely love.

The Little Dudes..

Last Saturday we went to the coolest little train station with our favorite buddies. They sure keep us entertained until we decide to have some of our own (Your still going to have to wait awhile Barb).



Cus loves me the most.. she'll even admit it.. but I think Jon is Fish's biggest fan.. still not quite sure how that one happened.

Swimmin with the Girls.

Now that I have a little more free time this summer..
might as well get some fun in.

Me, Cus, and McElle went to the pool to soak up some sun.





We'll be back.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Should it really be this difficult?

Jon and I are looking to move..
and maybe we are just too picky..
but wow.. it's been a pain.
We are just looking for a place to rent for now..
2 bedroom/1+bath,
something not too ghetto,
and NOT a basement.
So.. if you have any suggestions let us know..
We thank you in advance.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Let the crying begin..

It's official.. Davis is a missionary, and in about 3 wks he will be off to Jamaica. Our lives are going to be pretty dull over the next 2 yrs. No one for Barb to watch anxiously in the stands (well I guess it would be more like under the bleachers) game after game. No one for good ol' Jeffrey to yell at for being too lazy out on the court. No one to tease McElle to almost tears (I guess I will just have to pick it up over the next little bit). No one for Jon to laugh at when he gets stung by a bee 9 times in one summer. As well as no one for me to laugh with so hard that my nostrils flare.
Even though it will seem like we are staring at a wall for the next couple of yrs.. we couldn't be more proud of you DJ to choose to serve the Lord. Jamaica is going to love you.. and you just better be rockin' some sweet dreads when you get home.


Some of DJ's friends


Father like Son?
...my dad wishes...


Now that seems a little more accurate.


Oh Barb..



Typical.



You better believe I busted out Charlie's Angels.


Even a little Madonna.. only on special occasions.
Not sure about McElle though.


One of the most sweetest pictures I have ever seen.


It hasn't hit us quite yet..
eyes still open and not swollen shut.. check
no puffy red noses... check
no migraines... check


And then this happened...
Seriously? Could we be any more emotional?
You could have made it a little more easier on us all.


See ya in 2 yrs. buddy.


P.S.
Even though you made the request over the pulpit at your farewell...
Don't plan on being an uncle when you get home.

WE LOVE YOU & GOOD LUCK!