Kyle's Wedding in Montana

Scott's lifelong friend Kyle Wilkins got married a couple of Saturdays ago in Billings, Montana to the beautiful Julia.

Scott, Hilary Wilkins (Kyle's lil' sis) and I left Idaho Falls/Rexburg thinking it would only be about a 2-3 hour car ride. WRONG! We ended up driving for almost 6 hours. I hate driving in the car. But it was a beautiful car ride I must say. Everything was so green and lush and "country" and it made me want to be Hannah Montana and take my horse Blue Jeans for a ride through some corn fields.

My favorite town that we passed through was Bozeman. If I had to live in Montana I would live there. It was so quaint and pretty but also hip. I think MSU was nearby.

Eventually we made it to Billings. We ate dinner with Julia and Kyle's families then we all headed over to a nearby park for a little softball. All of Julia's fam is way into softball. I think they all played in high school and their dad was their coach.

Initially, the plan was Kyle's family/friends against Julia's. Immediately I thought, "Great. We're going to get creamed." I was wearing sandals. Not good. I'm already horrible at softball without any further impediments. And I definitely can't throw. I throw like a girl. :)

And yes indeed...we got creamed. I usually just stood near Scott in the outfield and took up space. I felt like John Heder in the Benchwarmers. That was the easy part. Later, my team made me be the catcher. No good. Standing in the outfield I never had to come into contact with the ball. As catcher, I HAD to be a part of the game. I took of my sandals so I could run if I needed to, but then that meant I had to stand in the mud behind the batter. So here I was standing in the mud, forced to catch (which I can't do) and throw (which I also can't do). It was quite embarassing.

On one pitch, the ball hit the ground then bounced and slammed into my shin. Ouch. It hurt soooo bad, but I had to suck it up in front of all the tough softball players around me. I ended up with a huge bruise.

Afterwards, Scott and I just hung out, saw a movie, and then headed back to our hotel. The next morning we went to Denny's (which I really hate) and then met everyone at the Billings Temple.

The sealing was very nice and it was fun to see Kyle get married. He is such a great guy and will be the most wonderful father and husband. Julia is one lucky girl. She looked beautiful and we were so glad to be invited to the sealing.

After pictures Scott and I left to go back home. Again, the drive was gorgeous but soo long. It was a fun little trip.

Unfortunately, my camera broke right as the trip started. But I wasn't too bummed. I've had my camera since I started college, and it was way behind in technology. Out with the old, in with the new. So all our pictures from the weekend were taken with Scott's phone. They're not fabulous quality, but oh well.

We stopped in Bozeman coming home and ate at a yummy pizza place called McKenzie River. It reminds me of a BJ's. We had some awesome cheesecake with strawberries. It gave us our second wind to get through the drive.

The only thing that could have made the trip better would have been if Robbie and Vivian were there. But they're in Dubai! Random.

Congratulations Kyle and Julia! Welcome to the Married Club!

I made him let me take this picture. He's so cute.

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

This is my favorite baby picture of my dad (he's the baby:) He just looks so happy and goofy. That one look explains my dad's personality. He is loving, fun and everyone's friend.

My dad recently broke his arm. He and my brother, Spencer, were moving a couch down the stairs. He was on the lower end of the couch, lost his grip and was thrown down the stairs. My dad said his arm was in a "S" the way his bones had broken. Poor dad. So they went to the emergency room and the doctor set his arm.

My dad has a flair for telling stories. And this was a good one. To set his arm back into place, my dad explained that the doctor puts his fingers in a chinese finger contraption that hung from the ceiling. So his fingers were secured and then they dangled a Weight from his broken arm! It makes me shudder to think about it. And the doctor just came up without warning and grappled and worked the bone back into place. It makes me sick. He is so brave.

The doctors then asked him, "What color do you want for your cast? Laker purple or Dodger blue?" haha. That's a pretty tough choice for my dad, but he went with the Dodger blue. The cast doesnt just go to the elbow like most peoples'. His cast extends over the elbow, so his arm has been bent now for about 3 weeks. I get claustrophobic and anxious a little too easily and having to wear a cast like that would drive me to hyperventalization. Just the knowledge that I couldn't bend my arm would freak me out and having me crying for a paper bag.

What stinks about the whole accident is that now my dad can't compete in the Malibu Triatholon that he's been training over a year for. He is pretty bummed out about it. But he is still positive through it and laughs along.

That's one of the things that I admire most about him. He laughs and jokes through the hard times. He is a wonderful example of choosing to be happy.

Scott and I were in Valencia for my brother's high school graduation a couple days after the accident. We went to CPK after the graduation with the Martin's. It was so hilarious and sad to watch my dad try to butter his bread with one hand. The bread kept moving all around the plate, and my dad's expression was so defeated. Even though he was frustrated he just smiled. I asked him if he wanted some help and he said, "Nope. I got it." Well, the bread kept moving and we all burst into laughter.

The next day, as my mom was getting him dressed he suddenly stopped and had this horrified look on his face. "What happens if I have to go to the bathroom at work?!" haha. We all cracked up again, but my dad was really worried. He said he would just have to find a way to unbutton and unzip his pants by himself. And I am happy to report that he did indeed unbutton and unzip his pants all by himself.

Memories of my dad are always happy and silly and fun. He brings laughter to my family. He loves when we were are happy and has always made time for us. There has never been a time when I wished I saw my dad more or wished that he paid attention to me. I've always felt special, noticed and loved by him. I've always felt safe and supported by him.

Thank you dad for being my hero. Thank you for playing with me. Thank you for cheering for me at Hart football games (even though I was embarassed:). Thank you for all you do for Scott and me. Thank you for being the best dad I could have ever asked for.

I love you Dad!

Random Pictures

So I have a bunch of random pictures that I have just not gotten around to posting. And here they are!

Scott looked so cute in his golf outfit:) I took this in the back of Margene's.

Steve, Jen, me and Scott at the Lakers game in Utah.

Me and Scott

Scott and I at (sick) Sizzler.


Heather and Danny came with us. Danny ate probably a sea's worth of sick-nasty shrimp.

This was a BBQ we had at the Horch's house probably almost 2 years ago! Yikes.

Ethan and Jelinda Mabe. (Little Savannah had not graced us with her presence.)

Scott, Blake, Celeste and Amber. Yummy food!

Chillin' around the BBQ.

Calvin is a master BBQer.

Scott and I at a Dodger's game awhile ago. We had awesome seats! Thanks Dad!

Scott's parents Bob and Sheryl and Scott. We went to Rice's Mill last May.

A huge farmer's market.

And of course...Bert, me and Lina wearing our Twilight shirts at Border's waiting to get Eclipse!

I had tons more to post. But I just dont want to anymore...Blogging today has sucked up too much of my time...I got things to do!

Thunderstorms

I love a lot of things: movies, chocolate chip cookies, Keane, Twilight, my robe...

But one thing I just LoVe! is a good thunderstorm.

It's just so romantically gothic and tragic. It makes me think of Wuthering Heights and I suddenly want to run into the hills gathering heather and calling for my darkly passionate Heathcliff. :)

Idaho Falls was just hit with a brief but intense thunderstorm. Its so exciting to me! I throw open the curtains and blinds and just watch the chaotic madness.

I also love thunderstorms because it gets me in the mood to write. I dont know why but its very inspiring. Probably because thats how I feel about writing when I get some sudden inspiration, its usually brief but intense and i love it. I just need to find a way to have a constant thunderstorm writing session every morning.

New Moon trailer!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpGZzQ6EctI&NR=1