Paint ball anyone?

I went paint balling for the first time yesterday.  The guys I drive school buses with invited me.  I was the only girl and they told me I couldn't cry.  We talked a lot of smack this past week about lighting each other up.  They held to their word...I half way did...not really.  But I did do ok for being a girl and it being my first time.  Below are some pictures of my battle wounds...

So here is the worst one...shrapnel and all...hit right above my sweater, and put several little holes in my shirt...not ganna lie, I almost cried...almost...

Here is featured 2 of the multiple leg shots that have that turned to quite large bruises, luckily they can be covered in church with a long skirt and tall boots!

hhmmm....how do you explain this one to bishop?

The Sad Goodbye

So I have been an animal lover my whole life and as long as I can recall I have had multiple pets.  This trend got a little tricky when I moved away to college, but I have managed to keep a tradition that started in high school of getting fowl for Easter.  You might wonder what good is a duck?  But I can't tell you...you simply must own one for yourself to understand the feelings of little ducklings waddling after you in a straight line.  I must say that when I have pet ducks there is joy in my heart and in my life.

They were born in April of 2008 and in the picture below are only a few days old.  We called the lot of the "Los Diablos" because we bought them from a feed store with the address of 666.  The yellow one was my roommate Ashley's duck, she named him Hugo.  The multi-colored duck was mine, and I named him Paco.  And the black duck was Amanda's, he was a surprise for her so we called him "El Negro" until we gave him to Amanda and she named him Carlton.

Paco sitting on my shoulder...he loved to do that.

All grown...this was the day I gave them to a petting zoo, they're now 9 months old.  Paco no longer fits on my shoulder...Hugo is really a girl, she is now white and layed eggs every other day for the past several months.  Carlton didn't change colors, but we thought he was retarded the way he stood and walked...we called him a "cruck" because he looks like a crow/duck...turns out he's a different breed of duck called a "running duck".

Goodbye my dears...

Erica comes home

My roommate Erica went home to Washington for Christmas and we made it a family event picking her up.  Of course you can't just pick up your roommate in normal attire after she's been gone for weeks!  So naturally an ugly Christmas sweater, a tux with girls sunglasses, and a fancy dress with an masquerade mask is the obvious selection!  If only you could have seen the looks we were given....choice....simply choice....

From left to right: me, Jaron Bluth, Erica DeLeon, and Amanda Bluth