a day off

Thank goodness for days off work. Especially ones we BOTH have off. Because um, they are the best.

Our cute sister is in town with her kids for a whole week! Sometimes I forget how fun being an aunt is! You get to spoil them rotten, then hand them back when they are stinky or tired. It's pretty much the coolest gig ever.

We decided (or rather, i persuaded) to drive down to Pleasant Grove's "Strawberry Days" Festival. It ended up just be a major teenager hangout. Didn't even kinda hold a candle to Bountiful's Pioneer Day Festival. But we got Costa Vida for dinner and frozen yogurt, so it was totally worth it. 

(Right, Steven?)

Why can't it be summer always??

summer changes

Well hey. it's been awhile. 

With summer came many changes. And luckily for us, they were pretty dang good ones.

I started a new job, and so far it's been crazy hectic but I sure love being busy. It's barely leaving me enough time to cook dinner, do laundry, go to the gym, and keep up on The Bachelorette! So obviously priorities have been made, and dinner and laundry have been cancelled for a while. I know, what would Steven ever do without me??

We've been out boating every chance we get, and oh my is it a blast! We only have about two more weeks till FLAMING GORGE. As in a week long boating trip. Heaven.

Our puppies are loving the sunny weather, especially when we take them to play with the other dogs at the park.

We had a super fun and relaxing fathers day weekend. Lots of board games, cook-outs, and sunburns. But isn't that what it's all about? That, and fathers. I sure do have an amazing dad, grandpa's, and father-in-law... and of course baby daddy :)

Steven isn't a father yet, by any technical terms at least. But i can already tell, he's gonna be the best daddy ever. Until then, I think we have our hands full. 

hope you had a fun father's day honey-buns! love you like cuhrazy.

i have a syndrome

Last weekend, Steven and i ventured into downtown SLC wanting to get some Cheesecake Factory in our bellies. Only problem was, so was everyone else. We got there around 6:30, and basically the wait was 2 years long.
not really. but still.
Luckily it was delicious, though i'm not sure if i'd say it was completely worth the wait.

I've decided i have a serious problem. A disease, if you will.

Let's call it the "Bad-Haircut-Syndrome."

I wait and wait and wait till my hair resembles a lions mane to get it cut... trying to put off the unavoidable as long as possible.

But no matter how much i try, i always give in and make my way to the salon.

It starts off by me showing them a picture of what i want it to look like.

They act like they got it down, and pull out the scissors.

they start snipping away, and half way through say something along the lines of,

"is that was you were thinking?" or "is it looking ok?"

...and this is where my illness kicks in.

no matter how completely OPPOSITE of what i wanted it is...

i bite my lip, nod my head, and say "yes, that's perfect"

*forehead-smack*

so on they carry, along their merrily scissior happy way, until my hair is so absolutely abborhent i can't even look in the mirror.

no, i'm not exaggerating.

They finish, i pay the $20 and then race home before anyone can see.

It always leads to me standing in front of the mirror with scissors, trying to salvage whatever hair i have left. Desperately trying to coax my hair into some manageable state.

I know, it's all my fault. How hard would it be to tell them no, that's not right or what i want?

But no, I'm too dang nice i guess. I just don't want to hurt anyones feelings!

So here i sit. With botched bangs and unever layers.

feeling pretty ridiculous.

which i deserve, i suppose.