Ryan's treasures

About a month ago we rearranged our bedroom, so while Ryan was at work one day I took everything out from under our bed to make it easier to move later. Under my side were normal things, like duffel bags and backpacks, CD's, and wrapping paper. Then I moved to Ryan's side and was (not) surprised to see what treasures he had hiding:

Yep.... sparklers, pop-its, and a whoopie cushion. Needless to say, they kept us entertained for the night (just kidding- we actually just put them right back under the bed and will probably forget about them until we finally move out of this place).

On another note, right after we finished the Ragnar Relay, we came home and Ryan dug up his Vegas medal and then stored it with his So Cal medal. For the next few days, every time we had to go somewhere, Ryan would walk out from the back with both medals around his neck and would announce "okay, I'm ready to go now." And he would keep a straight face the whole time and walk towards the door. Obviously he was kidding, but let me tell you... it never got old. I cracked up every time (maybe you had to be there, sorry). One time I was ready and waiting with the camera:

When it's raining on Sunday...

Tonight we had a great dinner with the Elliott's and the Mock's (both families in our ward) and while we were all hanging out and talking in the living room afterwards, we noticed some crazy lightning outside, which got us pretty excited about the big storm coming in. Who doesn't love a good, warm, summer thunderstorm? We left their apartment just as the torrential downpour started and this was what we looked like by the time we ran from their apartment to ours:

Nah Nah Nah Nah....

On Sunday, Ryan and I headed up to SLC for a family dinner. We all went to visit my grandpa's grave site. A lot of my dad's side of the family is buried there in the Salt Lake City cemetery, so it was neat to go around and see them and learn more about these relatives. My grandpa is buried just across from President Hinckley, which was quite a popular gravesite that day... all the flowers were beautiful!!

Anyway, as we were all quietly looking around, we heard a bunch of voices begin to sing in unison "nah, nah, nah, nah.... nah, nah, nah, nah.... hey, hey, hey! Gooooodbye!" We turned around and saw a family gathered in a circle around a grave singing that. At first we thought they were just kidding, but then we realized they were serious. It was weird.

Well, we forgot to take any pictures this weekend, but it was pure bliss sleeping in 3 days in a row. We normally don't even get one day. Plus the company (our families) was great, the food was fantastic, and it was nice to relax. Here's hoping for some warm, sunny, swimming weather soon though because that is all this weekend was missing!

Trash or Treasure?

I just opened up iphoto and as I was searching for a picture I discovered that every picture I have ever "deleted" still exists. I had no idea. We're talking some BAD pictures that were purposely trashed and meant to stay that way. You know, pictures where you look completely hammered...

or pictures where your head is cut off...

or pictures where you wish your head was cut off...

or pictures of your roommate's awesome bed-head in a camouflage trucker hat advertising Big O Tires (why was this one in the trash?? clearly a keeper!)...

or all 462 of your old roommate's wedding pictures because she needed to use your computer to burn copies of all of them for family members....

I realized that with a little bit of time, one man's trash can become a treasure again!

(Okay and in all seriousness, does anyone know how to really delete all of these? When I right-click on them, there's no delete option. I can't get rid of them!!)

**Update: Ryan showed me the "empty trash" button that I've apparently missed this entire time and I was finally able to delete the 865 pictures that were in the trash!**

It's Old

Okay. The whole baby email thing is real old now. I have new accounts all over the place. The profiles even list an address and so I called the apartment complex (in Indiana) and asked about it. They don't even have that apartment number. Whoever you are, if you're reading this, please stop now. It's no longer funny. At all.

Oh baby!

Ryan and I are now an uncle and aunt (respectively) times 6! Congrats to Kevin and Amy who had sweet little Amyah on May 10th. She came about a month early and was in the NICU for a while, but she came home just in time for us to see her at Kevin's birthday dinner and so we got to cuddle her up yesterday. I forgot how tiny a little newborn can be!

Our other niece, Suzy, who is 3 years old and such a girly-girl, came up to Ryan while he was holding Amyah yesterday and looked down at her, took a big gasp of air, and then looked at Ryan and said "Isn't she soooo cute? She's so pretty." Oh, the sisterly love!

Takes the Cake

I pretty much love anything that has to do with cake. I thought I was in heaven when I was at Tiffany's house once and her dad whipped up some cake batter, poured it into bowls, and passed it out to us (apparently that's a tradition when her mom goes out of town). Oh, and once I discovered Coldstone's cake batter ice cream, my cake craving grew even more. I LOVE that stuff so much I could probably eat it everyday and never get sick of it. The only problem is that it's a little pricy. But luckily for me, I found my new favorite store-bought version of it. It tastes similar and it's way cheaper. Go get some. You won't regret it (unless maybe you're on a diet).

And while we're on the topic of cake, it looks like my niece Ashlynn loves cake as much as I do (proof that it's genetic):

She's got her eye on the prize.

I, too, feel this happy when eating cake.

What? Just saving some for later.