toes, reunions, vandalism

Don't you just love long boring days at the office? It's 9:00 in the morning and I'm completely out of things to do. So, naturally, this post is going to be a monstor blog. Consider your self warned and happy reading.

Joe's family reunion was last week in Sandy. Before we left Friday night, I stopped by the salon and got a manicure and pedicure. Aren't those little toe sausages cute? I blame it on the prenatal vitamins, but my pedicure is history. Is it possible to get sick right after a hand/foot massage? I don't know, but I'm gonna blame that night's bathroom episodes on the pedicure and manicure. I was so sick that night. I had to keep running to the bathroom in the dark in a strange house. I'm pretty impressed with myself that I didn't run into any walls or walk into an in-law's bedroom! Wouldn't that be something?!

While were in Sandy, we decided to go to the Heritage Farm up by the University of Utah. The farm is basically old pioneer buildings that were relocated to this central place where all the employees pretend they are really back in the 1800's. The day before we went on the Heber Creeper. I told them I didn't care what we did the next day as long as it was out of the sun and in air conditioning. I guess I got out voted. I was so hot. Joe was pretty good with staying with me in the shade or the air conditioned stores. He had a bottle of water that he kept splashing me with. I even had to go into a bathroom, wet a paper towel and keep it wrapped around my neck. A lady under an awning saw me walking toward the bathroom and about crapped her pants. "Oh! I don't know HOW you're handling this heat! I wouldn't be caught dead out here when I was as pregnant as you!" Okay lady.

We stopped by a cabinet shop and got Joe fitted for a coffin. I think I'll have to shorten him a bit before we can fit him into the box.

Joe's family has a tradition where they do a fun run/walk at the reunions in honor of their dad's new outlook on life with his new heart. This year, we made T-shirts. Joe was gracious enough to decorate both of ours. And it only took him a little over an hour and a half to finish them! Good job baby. I didn't participate in the run, but I dressed up for it any way. I'm such a good sport!

I live for this kind of stuff! Joe sold his little brother his car and accidently held on to a spare key. We were going to mail it to him, but then we found out that Joe's little bro was getting married! We put glitter all over the dashboard and into the vents, toilet papered the inside of the car and put ballons in the front seats. We cheese-whized sayings on the windows, put oreo cookies all over the place, saran wrapped the doors shut, put PB under the door handles, smeared PB all over the car, added more glitter to the stickier foods, and tied plastic water bottles to the the back of the car! What a masterpiece.

Steve and Anna thought they had the perfect solution to not getting their car decorated. They parked the car a couple of blocks away from the park where they had their reception and rode off on a bicycle-built-for-two. Needless to say, with the help of a reliable source, we found the car. Sorry guys. It's a tradition that everyone has to experience at least once in their life!

The happy couple, Steve and Anna, feeding each other cake.