REAL SOCCER

Prof. soccer games are pretty much the bombdiggity.
Seriously.
The fans go crazy! They really ham it up, and the players are ridiculously entertaining what with their fake injuries, silly stretches, and fights.
But aside from their funny penguin sliding, they can run like really, really fast!
Like, SPEED RACER FAST PEOPLE!
They also have fancy foot work, super hard heads! and really strong calf muscles. But I couldn't help but think of a British Private School while watching the game, you know like Hogwarts! The Real Salt Lake team has the same colors and mascot as Hogwarts does, and the team logo is like one you would see on the vest of a school uniform. It's exciting!

If you do not like soccer, you have to go see a game just for the entertainment. I'm talking fans running out onto the field in anger, soccer players tripping themselves all over the place, streamers flying from the crowed, and people yelling, jumping up and down with their shirts off, and a rooty-toot-toot and drumy-drum-drum band playing the whole time.
Oh yes, soccer games are pure enjoyment.

So Mike and I went to the Real Salt Lake soccer game last night. Salt Lake lost miserably, but I got a really good Churro, so super win for me.

We really had a good time, so thank you Rick and Jen! I'm pretty sure Mike has the nicest boss ever. Really! Would you go to a soccer game with your boss? Yeah, I didn't think so.






this is what we do for entertainment when waiting to get out of the parking lot
Thanks, we know we're adorable

lay it on the hubs

I need some serious help. I HATE CLUTTER!

I'm in need of a huge overhaul! A week devoted strictly to a huge makeover! Our room? Our living room? Our KITCHEN? THE WHOLE STINKIN HOUSE? Yeah, it needs a good sort and toss, a good colorful revamp. I need your help though... because I'm not tough enough to tackle it alone. A little something like this to keep me in order will suffice..

He said He's up for the task. I love my husband.

just enough kramerness

to husband with love

Dear husband sir, SURPRISE! I am not pregnant, but we are having a baby. No, not one that will be in my tummy, but one that we will hold and love just the same.
I am letting you know that today it hit me, we will be adopting a little Nepali baby. I hope your parents don't mind having a little Nepali grand baby, my parents are excited. Congratulations "daddy!" I love you.
Don't worry, I know you were not expecting this, neither was I... we will talk when I am home.

But before you ground me from my Waffle Crisp... really think and pray about it.

xoxo!
Tiny Wife


Go ahead and say it.... "Lucy, You've gotta lotof esplainin' to do!"

And then the unthinkable happened

Reason #3,650 why I love my Mr. Web Developer Programming Genius Man.
Meet Betty-Hank Charles
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I think my favorite part is knowing that Mike is crouched down behind the couch moving the head around!
Also, we were just as suspicious about the mystery "I am not a baby" package as you are.

I love my husband.

It's harvesting time!

First let me just say thank you to everyone who reads my blog and for your kind words about my parents. They really are super amazing, and they know most of you and would be so happy to hear that you care for them and love them.
Please remember them in your prayers.
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Now, for pictures from the Cellar dance!

Now, what in tarnations is a cellar dance?
Well, here in the town I grew up in, we have a lot of Spud cellars. If you don't know what a spud cellar is, I'm going to have to take that into consideration and think about why we are friends...
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Me and two of my beautiful sisters

During the Harvesting season, the farmers...no, everyone who lives around here, harvests the potatos. My favorite part is gleaning the fields. The wet potato dirt smells so good.

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So before they fill the dirt spud cellars with the Spuds, the town gets together in Bishop Searle's Cellar to make/drink home made rootbeer, and make/eat home made fries. Made from His delicious spuds.
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There is dancing and games and a lot of hay to visit atop.
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My mom and Sister
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Me and my Daddy
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Me and my foster sister ....don't be fooled by the cute smile.
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The men had to prove that they were manly and that obviously means a potato sack race!
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And another, of one of my beautiful sisters
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This weekend is Spud Day, and the kids can't wait!

Be back with more pictures!
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The most worthless post in blogging history

Right now I'm writing this post very quickly. We are all in the middle of making dinner, doing homework, and getting ready for the Spud Cellar dance.
It's the thing to do here around harvesting season.
I love my husband so much though and he isn't here with me so wanted to send a little something his way.

He makes us all laugh and we miss him around here.
I made this for you dear, and it's true.

Wish you were here to share homemade root beer and french fries with!
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