Sorry. She's taken.

Almost done, Cherise.

Turkey Day.

I'm a big fan of Thanksgiving. Especially when it happens to fall on my birthday. Wahoo. Last year my family started a new tradition--frying a turkey. Yum.
Here she is marinated and ready to burn.

The pot just after we put her in. It's best to keep your distance.

My mom and brother. She's not going to be happy about this one, but I couldn't resist.

The finished product.

And the "safe" oven turkey just in case the fried one doesn't turn out.

The surgeon carving up the bird.

And what would Thanksgiving be without a little time on the DS.

I could now give a list of all the things I'm thankful for, but it would be FAR too long. Just know, I'm thankful. For everything. I'm one blessed girl. Now bring on Christmas and some serious SNOW!!!

Cherise and Aaron

They're super hot and super fun. This was a good time. :) I've known Cherise forever and Aaron plays soccer so he's gotta be cool.
Cherise. Aaron. It was a pleasure.

Engaged

It's gonna be a crazy week. Enjoy these for now.

It's late.

It's 1:30am and I'm blogging. Lame. My 2 year old just threw up (sorry for the visual) all over her crib. And by all over I mean ALL over. So now I'm awake, just waiting the second round. Because throw up always comes in rounds. It's never just once. So until then, I blog.

Enough about me.

Let me introduce the Johnson family. I could tell the minute I started talking to the kids that these guys were cool. And they were.
It was cold. So we hurried. And eveyone seemed to survive. And I think dad even made it to the Utah football game in time. Success all around.

This is sort of random, but to me, it's parenthood. Flat on your back with someone (or something) on you.

Time for bed.