Kristin and I have been married for four years yesterday. We decided to mix things up and celebrate separately this year. I celebrated by playing tennis with Paul, and Kristin and Amy shared a celebratory high five at work in Phoenix. Needless to say romantic text messages were exchanged.
This is our engagement photo. I was 15 and Kristin was 13. Love you babe. Although my celebration with Paul was pretty awesome I might have some tricks up my sleeve when you come home.
Last week was the family Lake Powell trip. Here are some of the highlights:
Tucker was ready for action.
Then slowed a bit.
And he's out.
Ivan broke the record for smallest skier (note the slack in the rope).
All of the kids including Tucker rode the banana.
Sarah got up on two skis and then learned to ski on one.
We saw some great water (go Marc).
Things got a little crazy at night. Apparently my nieces and nephews missed this talk:
"They go by the name of Rave, r-a-v-e...with flashing lights and noisy music...What does it all lead to? Nowhere. It is a dead end." -President Hinckley.
Joel and Marc taught us how to wake surf. Kristin popped right up and caught the wave a few times. Unfortunately her photo was removed by our censors.
We had a great time. Thanks to everyone, especially Mom and Dad for doing all of the planning.
Last weekend, we had a big 4-day reunion with all of my friends from college. Everyone left their kids (except nursing babies) and were ready to party. Our friends, Liz and Mike, have an awesome house right next to the Hotel Del on Coronado, so all 17 of us moochers crashed their house for the whole weekend and had the best time. (That picture was taken on the beach right in front of their house. Amazing!)
People who were there:
Jack, Mindy, Ashley and Chase
Todd, looking as good as ever....
and jeff (featuring jack)
Craig and I
Jamie and Jon all the way from Georgia
Jeno and Adam
Karisa and Mckay
Liz and Mike, the best hosts ever.
Grant and Chels
and last but not least, Hil.
The highlights:
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Being on the beach.
All day long.
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Watching the Beijing Opeining ceremonies, complete with a Chinese-themed meal. Liz is amazing like that.
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The buttercream gang.
We didn't have enough cars, so the boys rode to the restaurant on these:
The girls loved riding them, too, and I have to say we looked a little less, well, gay.
Craig here: Buttercream gang? Let me add some additional photos.
Look at McKay. He's got the look that says, "Ya it's a kid seat. Look away for one second and me and your kid will be half way to Mexico."
And how about Mike? Nothing is more intimidating than a low rider.
Last Friday, my company participated in our very own amazing race. The whole company was split up into teams of four.
My team: Andy Yorkin, Ryan Wood and Paul Gadd (aka the Dream Team.) Fittingly, we decided to name ourselves:
3 bros and a ho
We even got t-shirts.
On the day of the race, we all were given clues and based on what we were given we had to run all over Salt Lake via TRAX or on foot. We ran to the Gateway, we went to the Huntsman Basketball Stadium, we went down to the IHC hospital, we went to an archery range (where I wasn't even able to hit one bullseye. In an apocalyptic world, I would starve). The clincher: we were sprinting around like crazy in 100 degree heat, each team carrying two HUGE watermelons. We must have run at least 5 miles.
Not to mention this challenge happened:
Kristin: Wait, what do we have to eat?
Worms? Are you kidding me?
OK. Here I go.....
Oh no. Here it goes.....
That actually happened. (For the people that are really sick, you can click on the picture to enlarge it and actually see the barf coming out of my mouth. Yuck.)
Even though I was exhausted and sick, it was actually pretty fun. (It was better than work, right?) Plus, my team got 2nd place. Go 3 bros and a ho!
If you want to see video, check out this link. We were on the news!
Am I the only one that finds Friday Night Lights really depressing? The ratio of sad to non-sad is somewhere around 12:1. Given we've only watched three episodes, and I'm sure there will be some tearfully joyous moments to cap off season one but come on.
Kristin also asked me in bed last night (in a very concerned voice) if I thought the paralyzed guy would ever walk again.
