Ketchup Soup

Hey Blogosphere,

It's been a while and I have so much to report, but l'Internet has been l'idiot in our homestead and it has finally triumphantly returned with much rejoicing on the part of Jason and me. First of all, nation, notice the partial profile of that studly missionary on the right celebrating Independence day:

Yes, America, that is my awesome brother's ear as he looks into the crowd of cheering Provoians, including his two sisters and brother-in-law. Elder Harrison promptly ran to Heather and me and gave us hi-5s, which made my sister cry with joy.

I have been secretly determined to sometime run into my brother on his mission in a non-breaking-rules kind of way and with the parade I thought, hoorah, dream fulfilled. But, while I was minding my own business, polishing off a thing of chips and salsa and watching this Brazilian movie with Jason, who should knock on my door, but the missionaries looking for food and an opportunity to share the Gospel.

I am a huge fan of my brother. He is a hero of mine, and I was happy that the day I got to see him I was clad in the shirt I made for him with his face on it. He was so great, and so thirsty, and he shared this sweet testimony with us and I was so proud of him. I really was--he was just sharing this little spiritual thought with us, but it was so honest and thoughtful and I am just so grateful to have such an amazing brother.

But wait, there's more news--Jason got a new job; I got a new calling (no more nursery, but I only cried 1.5 times because now I get to be in the Beehives!); we hiked the Y after eating a whole pizza, which was not a winning combination, but we ran into Billy Angie and they took us to Spoon Me and that combo wins every time; Heather is most likely getting published with her a.maz.ing personal essay; Kimberlee and Simon got married and I got to see so many friends; and I loved Toy Story 3. Here's another exciting thing--Dad's birthday is tomorrow. I don't want to overuse the word "hero" on my blog, but Dad's my hero, too.

If I was confident that you, my 6 to 10 religious readers were reading the all words in this lengthy post, I might recount the amazing adventure that was June 26th, but instead I will just show you this joyous picture of us and our Burger King cup man and tell you it was really fun.

A Year in Pictures

Tomorrow Jason and I will celebrate our first anniversary of marriage. I have always thought Jason was a great person, but after spending practically everyday together and being fully aware of one another's faults, I have come to the conclusion that if all men were like unto my husband, the world would be a better place. Yes, we would probably be suffering from a world-wide shortage of milk, but we would also have people walking around so concerned for each other's well-being that we would all be lifted up from our mutual support and interest in one another. I feel so lucky and honored to have a patient, kind husband who loves me and wants me to be happy and I just wish every person could have this great blessing.

Here's a picture from each month of the last year documenting some choice adventures (really just adventures when the camera was present):

June 2010

May 2010

April 2010

March 2010

February 2010

January 2010

December 2009

November 2009

October 2009

September 2009

August 2009

July 2009

June 2009

Oh, by the way, I love you, Jason. Happy anniversary.

Return of the (Almost) Linguist

I went to Germany. Some places looked like this:

Other places looked a little more like this:

The linguistics conference I attended posted 157 photos on the internet and I looked like this:

I didn't even need to be at that meeting, but I'm glad I stayed long enough to get in this picture.

I have more pictures. I might post them... there's no way of really knowing.

Negative Nancy

I wouldn't describe myself as being particularly discontented with my life experience. Au contraire--there are very few things I don't like or don't warm up to. However, I take issue with the life-size wax person in Pioneer garb lurking in a poorly lit corner of BYU's library. There should be a sign or caution tape or one of those yellow stands they put up to show wet floors (but this one would have a picture of a lady Pioneer versus a person mid fall)--something to alert library patrons that creepiness is approaching but will not cause physical harm. Perhaps they could mount a large, brightly colored poster that says something to the effect of "this person is not real and not scary." I say put that wax woman in a well-lit, well advertised area, or hide her in whatever catacomb from which she sprang.


Also, Jason is in Deutschland right now. (I take no issue with that, but I do miss him.)

Blown Away

Jason and I needed a direct route to this video on our blog rather than going through someone else's or Youtube.

My mommy you'll be

Chances are, if you know me, you have heard about my hero my mom. She is the coolest woman I know and I am so glad I can claim her as my very own mommy. Happy, happy birthday queen Jean.

Sounds Like Christmas

Hey Keck Kids,

Bing agrees. Christmas is not complete without a rousing caroling of "Faith of Our Fathers."