My new job!

Where are the seagulls when you need them. I cannot clean my yard with grasshoppers attacking me. I hate . . . I HATE GRASSHOPPERS!

This is our side yard. Jason helped me tear out our Hollyhocks and Iris's. We filled out trailer with flowers and took them to the dump. Do I feel guilty, YES, do I want to go to the dump and revive them, YES.

I don't want to talk about it.
(check out Jason stretched out on the tramp talking on his phone)

This is one of my pots that I need to tear out. Why can't I tear it out? Let me tell you, there are grasshoppers hiding everywhere in my yard. It is not safe.


This is like Chuck-a-Ramma for grasshoppers. They love it. All you can eat.

YUMM YUMM!

I see you!

I spit on you, you dirty, dirty grasshopper.

Oh, what happened here?

This is what I have been doing with my shovel. I have been averaging around 5 grasshoppers an hour with that shovel. If you would like to hire me I charge a $10.00 per grasshopper.

I hate grasshoppers.

Bow Huntin'

We went bow hunting with the Westcott's and Lanny's family a few weeks ago.
I brought my camera but the battery was dead, so these are all pictures from Nycole's camera.


We went down by Monticello. It was the prettiest place ever. We loved it. The Westcott's are from Monticello so, they showed us around. They wanted to take us on a "ride" in the Rhino's. This was the absolute scariest ride I have ever been on. Holy Cow! I have never been so scared in my entire life.

This is me giving Nycole the finger (not "THE FINGER", the Shame Shame finger). Jason is smiling on the outside but freaking out in the inside.

Are you kidding me. We could hardly fit between trees. We had to push the trees away and suck in our gut to get past the trees.

The kids kept asking if we were going to die!
Why are they so dramatic?

I think were going to live! Now pass the cookies!

The view from the top.

I was posing for Nycole so she could get a shot of the European in the back ground. INTENSE!

We were laughing so hard at his stance, and his telaphoto lens. He could probably count the moons around Mars with that lens.

This is Newspaper Rock. Jason LOVES this kind of stuff. He was in hieroglyphics heaven.

Keep in mind we were camping. Give us a break.

No deer were killed. But we still had an awesome adventure.