Date Night

Since my wife decided to embarrass me with that last post, I decided to return the favor. These are a couple pictures from our date night a couple weeks ago. I think they speak for themselves.

My Husband's a Super Hero

After watching the Padres lose at PETCO Park, my eight year old husband magically turned into a super hero. As we walked through the streets of downtown San Diego back to our car, I found that Ryan tied the blanket we had brought around his neck and had now proceeded to run across the streets with his newly created cape flapping in the wind. It was quite the sight. My husband has a very vivid imagination.

Having Fun With My Camera

The more I learn about my camera, the more lost I get. I have a long way to go, but I am having fun trying.

Darby Camp Out

As mentioned in the blog about Ryan's mohawk, Ryan and I went camping in St. George, UT with his family. We had a great time getting dirty and sweaty. It was a scorcher, but I guess you cant expect any less in St. George in June. We went on hikes and played a lot of bocce ball. And I am happy to report that the anxiety attacks I had on the trip were all in vain because we did not see any snakes. I was a little freaked out at the possibility of running into a snake, but luckily we had no such encounter.

I HATE JAMES!!!

On memorial day we had some friends come visit us and we all went to the zoo. We had a great time! Ryan and I even bought zoo hats . Yes we are hard core.


Well, towards the end of the day Ryan, James (one of Ryan's good friends) and his girlfriend, and I took the bus tour of the zoo. As we sat in our seats waiting for everyone to load I asked James if I could have some of his water. For about a minute I tried to figure out how to squeeze the water out of this high tech, hiker water bottle. Finally I asked James to help me-- big mistake! James grabbed the water bottle from me and showed me how you had to give the bottle a good hard squeeze in the middle of the bottle to get the water to squirt out. And James gave it a good squeeze alright. He squirted a high powered stream of water right into my wide open eyes. I was soaked with black mascara smeared down my face. Of course James and Ryan thought it was the funniest thing ever. And as Ryan took a picture of James and I to commemorate the "hilarious" event, James held the water bottle up in front of my face to get the whole story in the picture and I don't know why I didn't see it coming, but right as Ryan said three James gave that water bottle a hard squeeze and again, right in my already blood shot eyes. I could of killed him, but I really couldn't expect any less from James.

Ryan's New Look

So haircut time is not a happy time in our household. I have to beg Ryan for weeks to cut his hair and then when I finally corner him and force him into a chair he requires me to rent him a movie or he will not sit still, but I must say that even with a movie running, I have about 10 minutes before Ryan starts to squirm. I have never seen anyone hate getting their hair cut so much. Well, in the beginning of June it was hair cut time again and Ryan thought it would be a good idea to cut a mohawk. I of course said no, but he pleaded. I told him that he could have a mohawk for a week, since we were going up to Utah that weekend to go camping, but he had to shave it off when we got home. So the clippers came out. Ryan was so excited. It was like watching a kid on Christmas morning. He has never sat so still for a hair cut. I think Ryan was happier after getting his mohawk than he was the day we got married.


Well, the next day we got a call from the Stake presidency at church saying they wanted to meet with Ryan that night. Of course Ryan couldn't go meet with the Stake presidency with a mohawk. He made all efforts to comb it down to make it look normal, but there was no way he could fool them. We had to shave it off. I think Ryan was the saddest I had ever seen him. He was utterly depressed. The mohawk that he was to have for a week (which was already far to short of a time in his eyes) was now cut down to 24hrs. Well at least we got some great pictures. Ryan is now sporting the buzz cut.

I'm Almost Professional

So for my birthday I talked my loving husband into getting me the a digital SLR camera, a Canon xti. I am rather thrilled about it. It has been a little frustrating though since my knowledge of photography is about equal with my knowledge of nuclear physics, but I now have a lot of books on photography so hopefully I can figure it out. So far the only difference between my pictures and regular snap shots are that my pictures cost more money to take.

45th Annual Lakeside Rodeo

Want a sure way to become paralyzed? Well I have got just the ticket. Sign up for next years Annual Lakeside Rodeo, or any rodeo for that matter. Ryan and I were lucky enough to spend last night in Lakeside (a piece of Oklahoma dropped in the middle of the Eastern part San Diego), at the 45th Annual Lakeside Rodeo. It was fun to watch the different events throughout the nigh; the barrel racing, the hog tie, the steer wrestling, etc. You've got to be pretty brave and stupid to attempt most of the rodeo events, but the one that leaves me in awe is the bull ride. You get more whiplash from the 8 seconds (if you're good) that you are on the bull than you would from a head on collision. And then once those 8 seconds are up, you have to run for your life away from the animal of death in hopes of not getting trampled or having any major organ pierced with their spear-like horns. Boy does that sound like fun! And on top of that, I hope you are not planning on producing any offspring because once you jump on the back of one of those wild breasts you can kiss your baby making days good-bye. Wow and all of that in a days work. I did however notice a larger than usual handicap section at the rodeo... ex-rodeo stars perhaps? Best of luck to you cowboys out there. Our hats are off to you!

Walk Like the Animals, Talk Like the Animals

As Ryan and I are not big pet people; however, we do love going to the zoo. They are our perfect pets. We get to see them only when we want, we don't have to feed them or walk them, and most importantly we don't have to clean up after them (I have seen an elephant doing his business and it is not a pretty sight). After many visits we have grown quite fond of our furry friends.

One of our favorites being the baby panda. You can see his fluffy butt wedged up in the tree between me and Ryan.


Our animal friends are starting to rub off on us. We are even developing animal like attributes. See if you can figure out which one is the real hyena.

Lovely Lavender

Ryan came across a beautiful sight while running along the coast between Torrey Pines and Del Mar a few weeks ago. It was so gorgeous that Ryan had to bring me back to share in the beauty. Here is a picture of us in the sea of lavender.



Aren't our Lord's creations just breath taking? (I know you are confused as to what I am referring to here, but it is the scenery, not Ryan and I)