24 of July Fireworks

Chelsea (the soon to be Mrs. Chelsea) and Lo's watching the show:




Forrest felt very apprehensive about holding this.


Makenna stepped on a sparkler:


Lisal and Kevin:


Mom, Julie, and Happy Grant (in that order):




Dear Lola, will you please stop crawling away as fast as you can every chance you get?


Dear Forrest, I think those Arby's kids meal binoculars are facing the wrong way.

Gophers

When these two head up into the backyard jangling their traps and discussing varmints, the vast underground village of gophers quake with fear.



They have caught well over 30 so far this year.



Sure, she looks all apple pie and banana bread but around these parts Grandma has a serious reputation as the woman who gets the (gopher) killin' done.

Random Acts of Weirdness

One thing I love is hearing my broth Jeff tell mission stories (or any stories for that matter because he is hilarious).




He went to Oklahoma City, OK and he's got some doozies. One of my favorites is where he is out tracting the day after those Hail Bop Comet folks all committed suicide...remember that? You know with the shawls over their heads and stuff...weird cult thing. Anyway he is walking down the street with his companion right after this happened and someone drives by and sticks their head out the car window shouts, "go on, get that comet boys!!"

Another one I love is where he is walking down the street in the middle of summer and a car pulls over in front of them and he's thinking, "oh man, what now?" A woman's hand pokes out of the window holding 2 popsicles. I always thought to myself that I wanted to be that type of person. You know, someone who is always thinking of what they can do for others. Not even something huge just any small, simple thing.

So everytime I'm coming home from the grocery store in the summertime with popsicles in my car I'm always on the lookout for elders. The stars aligned the other day (maybe there was a comet flying by) because I saw some overheated elders riding their bikes down the street and I was in possession of strawberry creamies. I flipped my car around wildly and shouted at them to wait. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they thought I was completely nuts when I got out of my car and came jogging towards them. When I handed over the goods they seemed really grateful (I think they still thought I was a little nuts).

Confessions of a Closet Weirdo

10. I have always wanted to be singing and dancing in those awful, cheesy shows at Lagoon.

9. I love talking in weird accents and voices and I am scared that I am warping my children by doing so in front of them because I can't help it.

8. I think it is hilarious when people have coughing fits. I am always stifling my laughter when people inhale something and can't stop coughing...weird, I know.

7. I love fake cheese (especially that "cheese" that squeezes out of a can).

6. I am afraid of riding bicycles. I am also afraid of skiing.

5. When I was a little kid I was really, really frightened of toilets. I would push the lever to flush and run out of the room because I always thought they would come flooding over.

4. I can't whistle. I just might be the crappiest whistler in the entire world.

3. I love to exercise. Sick, I know.

2. I play a dangerous game with the gas gauge in my car. I drive around on empty waaaaaay too long.

1. And, finally folks, the moment you have all been waiting for (if any of you are even still reading this) the number one confession of a closet weirdo: I love chewing on those little plastic thingies that attach tags to new clothes. There, I said it. Man, it feels good to get that off my chest.

If you are now totally freaked out at the thought of being my friend, I completely understand.


Oh yeah, by the way Quinn and I put an offer on a house and are scheduled to close August 10th....wha!!!!!!!

Hogle Zoo '09

Independence Day equals the Loobies annual trek to the zoo.

Highlights, anyone??

Here is the tiger that someone (I wouldn't want to mention any names. Okay, maybe I will...MOM- you crazy lady!!) threw a berry she picked off a bush and threw it at this sleeping tiger. She hit the tiger right in his exposed underbelly causing him to twitch wildly in his sleep.




We tried to get a picture of some of the nieces and nephews together. All of the photos turned out about like this:





Here is a picture of cute Liam (he wasn't around during the photo fiasco):



And finally, here in the background of this photo you will see my cousin who, just by wheeling around in her rented Jazzy provoked the mountain lion so badly it jumped off the "rocks" in it's exhibit and pounced onto the chain-link enclosure trying to attack her.