Posts Tagged ‘the fam’

I won tickets in the Mormon Lottery (AKA the drawing for Mormon Tabernacle Chior Christmas concert tickets). They were for the Sunday morning Music and the Spoken word show, so last Sunday morning my mom, dad, brother Mike and I headed down to SLC in the early morning hours. We heard we should be early so our seats wouldn’t be given away so… early we were. Early enough, in fact, to stand outside for almost an hour. In the pouring rain. Good thing I was a girl scout (that was a lie) and came prepared with an umbrella. One. Umbrella. My mom, dad, brother Mike and I huddled under my one umbrella and tried to stay as dry as four adults could possibly stay under one umbrella. Oh, and did I mention I was super sick? I sounded like a frog-man hybrid. I don’t know why I just told you that, but I did. So there we were huddling and laughing and trying to keep our spirits up when I got a brilliant idea. I whipped out my phone and downloaded “Umbrella” by Rhiana and began to play it. Without hesitation… my mom, dad and brother Mike and I all started dancing. Under my one umbrella. Early Sunday morning. Waiting in line for the Mormon Tabernacle Christmas Concert.

I love my family.

This is a really bad cell phone pic of the moment.

I wanted to post the music video for that song, but Rhiana is wearing nothing but silver paint for half of the video and I figured that wouldn’t be appropriate for my family friendly blog. So… you get the Singin’ in the Rain/Umbrella Glee mix instead. Still awesome.

Also, might I add:

 This year the guest performers were David Archuleta and Michael York. Awes! The concert was simply amazing. Breath taking. Spectacular. I loved it. D. Archie sang the most incredibly beautiful rendition of Silent Night I have ever, in my 27 years, been blessed to hear. I can’t wait for the album to come out next Christmas so I can listen to it over and over again.


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I have a lot to catch up on.

The 48 hour Cali road trip.

Labor Day weekend at Bear Lake.

My first quilt.


The list goes on… but stops at one thing that trumps them all.


I wish she was mine… but she belongs to my daddy.

Her cuteness slays me.

And just because you can’t have too many pictures of a cute puppy:

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I have the best daddy ever. He comes over every week with the lawn mower and edger and edges my lawn while I mow. He came over for this ritual on Wednesday evening and we got my lawn looking quite spiffy. After I mowed, I started taking care of the little presents my puppy dog leaves behind when all o f the sudden something leaping from the grass caught my attention. I turned my gaze to see what it was.




A grasshopper? No, no, no, he was much cuter then a grasshopper. It was the most adorable tiny frog I have ever seen in my life. I started chasing the tiny hopping animal around my yard in attempts to catch it. Which I did. And I named him Fredrick. And I really, really, wanted to keep him. Like really bad. I was holding him cupped between my hands like you do in the “Bringing home a baby bumble bee…” song. I ran over to my dad like a six year old.

“Daddy! Look what I caught!” He was about as stoked as I was. We debated throwing him in with my fish (probably a bad idea), or creating an awesome habitat for him. But we settled on setting him free. So we walked to the little swamp land at the end of my street and set him free. But not without snapping a picture first.


Darling, right?


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I seriously love my family.

My brothers can make me laugh and laugh till tears are streaming down my face and I find my hidden six-pack-abs.

On Fathers Day this year, two of my brothers and I sang an impromptu song for my sweet daddy. They put me in charge of the “Oh-la-la-la’s” because I can’t sing (which you will quickly learn) or play the guitar. Mike is guitar-playing and Collin is singing.

Annnd… this might not be funny to you, but  it’s funny to me and this is my blog, so deal with it! 🙂

Love you, daddy!

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The sun is shining today… resulting in my mind racing to think of all the things I want to do this summer. I need to write them all down, a summer fun check-list, if you will. Some of these things I have the means to do all on my own, some I will need to do some persuading of my friends and friends-of-friends. Ha. If you have a cool connection, watch out… ima be after YOU!

  • Bear Lake
  • Mountain biking (I think I might love it)
  • Triathlon
  • Something Corporate Concert with Aubrey
  • Movies under the stars at the State Capitol
  • Twilight Concert Series
  • Take lots of photos
  • SLC Farmers Market by bicycle with Michelle
  • Lake Powell
  • Picnics
  • Scooter rides
  • Volleyball at Barns Park
  • The drive-in
  • Bee’s baseball games… with a hot dog
  • Farmington Festival Days 5k
  • Lagoon
  • Lagoon-A-Beach
  • Alpine slide
  • Kaysville 4th of July 5k
  • Pioneer Day Parade downtown
  • Cherry Hill
  • Salt Lake Arts Festival
  • Batting cages
  • Institute
  • Play a round of golf
  • Long Saturday runs with my Kodi-dog
  • Make homemade lemonade
  • Camp up Farmington Canyon
  • Go fishing
  • Adams Canyon hiking
  • Fireworks
  • Martins Cove with my ward
  • Sidewalk chalk
  • Mow my lawn
  • Layout in the sunshine
  • Float the Weber River
  • Roast mallows

That’s all I got so far… I’m determined to get them all done! Who wants to help me?

Current NFS:

Color TV, by Mudbison (thanks, Aub. Totally stuck in my head)

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**Warning, this is long. You really don’t have to read it if you don’t want. I just need to vent.**

I like to think I’m a fairly decent person. You know, treating my fellowmen with kindness and respect, doing good deeds, etc. I like to think I’m a product of my family, who likewise treats their fellowmen with kindness and respect, do good deeds, etc. I like to believe that there is some validity to karma. If I do good, good will be done unto me.

I’m beginning to lose faith in this mantra. What the eff is going on in my life the past three months???

Remember how our house caught on fire? You can read about it here. It was a bummer, but could have been worse. We figured the fire was a blazing for maybe five or ten minutes, tops. Scorched our utility room to smithereens, melted a water pipe and was extinguished. Flood and smoke damage and that’s it.

My family -> hotel.

Home -> under construction.

After two months of living in a hotel, the insurance company sent us backing back into our home. Yahoo! Right? Nope. It was far from done. They figured since there are three bedrooms upstairs, it was livable.  I moved into my brother Brittons’ room… along with stacks and stacks of boxes, benches, mirrors, and other random contents of our home. Mike, my brother who also lives at home, moved into his friend Brandon’s home because there was no room for him to sleep in the other available bedroom (which was even more full of boxes, benches, mirrors and other random contents of our home). My parents moved into their room (lucky them!).

We’ve been living with ripped up carpet, a tarp for a shower curtain, mice infestations (darn workers need to learn how to keep the doors shut!), dust, no washer, dryer or ironing board and early morning construction. It’s taking fffffoooooorrrrrreeeeevvvvveeeeeerrrrrrr to get this place repaired. Not even kidding. The painters come in the morning and I think, “Oh sweet, they are painting today.” I get home and they painted the floorboards. Really? That’s all you accomplished ALL DAY? That’s bad enough but then the various workers keep messing up! So it takes them two weeks to do one job, and they did it wrong. Another week of nothing, then two more weeks to re-do the job the right way. I swear it shouldn’t take this long.

Let’s fast forward to yesterday, April Fools Day, mind you. Let me set the stage: We have been expecting to get all new carpet today and tomorrow. Our possessions are now crammed into the areas of our home with wood floors. Our front room is packed ceiling-high with boxes, benches, mirrors, and other random contents of our home. Our kitchen is also stacked up. Okay, so I just got side-tracked… back to yesterday. Around 5 I received a phone call from my momma asking if she knew where our computer went. “I thought it was in the kitchen?”

“Well, so did I but it’s not there. So, you didn’t move it? Do you know where the TV from my bedroom went?”

‘Uh… noooo. That’s missing too?”

“Yeah. I can’t get ahold of Mike though. He probably needed them for something. But wait, the blu ray player is in the garage? What’s it doing in there?”

“Do you think someone stole them?”

“I don’t know… I have no idea what happened.”

That’s the convo in a nut shell. I went back to work with my wheels turning trying to figure out where they could have disappeared to. About thirty minutes later it hit me, April Fools Day! She was totally pulling my chain! I called my mom back. “You’re April Foolsing me, aren’t you?!”

“What? Oh! You think Mike is playing an April Fools trick on us?!”

“No, mom. YOU are playing a trick on ME!”

“No, Cami, I’m not. I’m being completely serious. The computer and the TV are gone.”

“Oh.” sadface

They called the police and filled out a report. Talk about kicking someone while they’re down. The more I think about it the more sad/mad/confused/worried I get. All my pictures from the past four years: birthdays, vacations, friends, family… gone. All our personal information… gone. All our resumes, reports, projects… gone. Every picture I had of B… gone. Taken.

Who walks into someone’s house in the middle of the day?? Un-invited. Who walks into someone’s house and takes whatever they want? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

Kinda makes me want to cry.

Kinda makes me angry.

Creeps me out.

So kids, I guess you should back-up your computers or some shiz like that. Something about hindsight being 20/20. blah blah blah… I just want my memories back.

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My brothers are ridiculous. And hilarious. Ridicious? Hilarculous?

Behold their latest obsession:

This is what they like to call the Shaving Showdown. They created an event on Facebook and are asking for votes. If you care to join in on the fun, you can join the group and vote for your favorites here.

Ahhhh… I’m laughing. They are seriously funny dudes.


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