Sunday night with the Welckers. . .

I've never before had a Sunday night like the one I experienced tonight.

Mom and dad were SUPER excited about dinner. They made ribs, and wings, and 'Cracker Barrel Potatoes'.

It was a very long process.

Maya caught the Green Bay Packers vs Dallas Cowboys game on TV . . .

(Packers won 17-7!)

And Peyton guarded the table

It looked good,

and tasted even better!

We had the most wonderful after-dinner-conversation.

Mom&dad told me their 'back in the day' stories, and I think for the first time in my life, I actually appreciated the 'when I was younger'.

Thanks mom and dad:) it was amazing!

Creeper

Me and my friend decided not too long ago that we were going to go for Sophomores now because boys our own age are ridiculously retarded and boys older than us are too hard to get. But if we went for Sophomores, they'd just love us because we were older than them . . . it was supposed to be a fool proof plan!

Here's how it's working out so far.

My friend asked her Sophomore to a dance that is coming up. Three weeks later, after she kept bothering him about answering her back, he said no. Not only did he say no, he told her she bothered him and he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Ouch!

Denied by a Sophie!

I like to take the creeper approach.

There is a Sophomore boy who is one of the best looking boys in the school, but I'm a giant wimp and don't dare talk to him.

Last week I was walking down the hall with a friend, and here comes hot-Sophomore-boy out of a class room, and not thinking(sometimes I do that) I yell, "Oh my gosh its Trey!" And hot-Sophomore-boy turns around, gives me a nasty dirty look (cause he has NO idea who I am) and walks away.

Now, every time I see hot-Sophomore-boy he gives me a strange look, like 'ah man there's that weird creeper that knows my name, but I have not a clue who she is'.

This situation should definitely be switched around . . .

Never

Once again, my mom went out of town and it was a huge slap in the face about how much she does.

It made me never want to be a mom & never have kids.

I decided long ago that if I did have kids, I'd just sent them off to a special child camp until they were to a bearable age . . . maybe like eight, and then I'd take it from there.

There is no such thing as just the terrible twos,

it's the terrible ones

twos

threes

fours

fives

sixes . . .

you get the point.

kudos mom!

I don't know how or why you do it!

Love you!

I Love My Baby . . .

She's Cute . . .

She's A Princess . . .

(Or At Least Thinks She Is)

She's Spunky . . .

And A Little Strange . . .

And one thing my family will agree on, is that she drives us nuts when she plays with the feminine hygiene products that are in the garbage can.

Ah we love you peyton!

JPG

I go to this Chiropractic office in American Fork as of late.

The place itself is . . . quaint.

The linoleum looks like it came from the 1960's, the main colors of the rooms are brown and gold, and the doctor himself is wonderfully old fashioned. He's a funny older man who actually has worked wonders with my back so far. Thanks JPG.

Anyhow, the point.

So I was in the office today, and while I'm waiting for the cashier to ring me up, I look over, and there is a girl about seven years old, completely spread eagle in a skirt, sitting on a chair, gawking at the television, picking her nose. Not just picking her nose, but I think she might have reached the outskirts of her brain.

It completed the atmosphere of the room:)

Don't get me wrong, I love Mr. JPG. He's a great guy . . . set in a strange little place.