I saw this quote and immediately felt super blessed. I have some amazing nieces and nephews who I love with my whole heart. They are each so unique and individual. I spent this whole last weekend with them and I love their innocence and their sweetness. They were so fun to play with. I don't want them to ever grow up.

So far I've been successful this year on getting each of the kiddos to catch their very own fish. I love fishing and so the kids get really excited about it as well. It's fun to have them up there because they think it is SO COOL. It's also kind of exhausting because it is like fishing on steroids. ;)
None of them like to bait their own hook or touch the fish in anyway, but I am working on that. I'll have them all become little fishermen soon enough.






























I was really worried this last time with taking baby boy up the canyon. How can I get him to catch a fish when he can't even cast? So I had him hold the pole with me and we cast out the line and he held it really still while we waited for a bite. As soon as I felt the tug I jerked the pole with his "help" and then sent him off to get the net while I reeled the fishy in. Fewf- it didn't get away. Baby boy was so excited to catch his "first fish!" YAY! I was excited that he wasn't disappointed that he needed help. 

Getting it done

Sometimes there are things that just need to be done. It's hard cause some jobs I will really hope my future husband can take care of. For example....... car stuff.
Oh car stuff.....
I really don't appreciate what is under the hood of the car like I should. I just look at the outside and if it is pretty and if the carpets are clean- I love it!
Everytime I have something to fix on my car I give my dad a call and ask for his help. I feel like his baby-girl who can't do it herself. I get all anxious and feel like I am going to over-pay or break something.
This last time I went to get my safety and emissions done they told me my headlights needed to be cleaned because I barely passed inspection. I could pay them $70ish dollars to do it or I could do it myself for around $20. Yep- I am going to do it myself.
....... where to start.......
I went to the store and bought a kit that would clean the headlights and I can re-use it if they ever get foggy again. I felt like it was a good deal. The man who sold it to me told me to pay careful attention to the instructions and I should be set.
I took the kit home and got to work. I read the instructions about 3 times before I started. I didn't want to mess anything up. I'm actually pretty proud of my handy work and you can see the difference between the two headlights. I had just finished the one on the left:

I was pretty proud and excited that I didn't have to pay $70 to get it done.

I am famous!

I attended the Stadium of Fire this 4th of July in Provo Utah with Lindy Hatch! We were just sitting around laughing and joking and the ABC4utah news came up and started asking us some questions. It was fun and we cheered and answered her questions. Then came the crazy part- we totally sang "call me maybe" for her. Oh man- we were all laughing and totally embarrassed. I guess we didn't do too bad- because we made the news. I show up a few times- ENJOY:
(p.s. both Carly Rae Jepsen and Kelly Clarkson are great entertainers. I loved the entire concert. It was really fun and I was singing my heart out.)

I got stung by a bee......

I had the water going on the front yard when I went inside the house. I was getting ready for bed when I remembered the water was still going. I rushed outside really quick to turn the water off. Well- nothing is "really quick" when it comes to me and watering. I decided to water all the flowers on my front porch while the water was still running.

There I was minding my own business relishing in the beautiful flowers and making sure I did a thorough job when I felt an immediate jab in the bottom of my foot.
Naturally when I feel a sting or a bite or a touch or anything- I pretty much freak out. I was on the stairs so I wiped my foot off on the edge of the stairs to itch whatever just stung me.
It kept stinging and bothering me. I started to panic and frantically wiped my foot along the edge of the stair. I saw something black fall to the ground.
"I GOT BIT BY A STUPID SPIDER!" I thought immediately.
I rushed over and turned the water off and went inside the house quickly. I was freaked out. I hate spiders. Poor flowers that didn't get watered would just have to wait.
As I continued to get ready for bed my foot was still stinging and burning and if I stepped on it it would send a sting up into my ankle.
PANIC! The spider bit me and its venom is in my foot and I AM GOING TO DIE! These thoughts were racing through my head. I looked at my foot and it had a red bump beginning to form and it hurt to touch it. PANIC! What if I die and no one even knows? I called my mom's cell phone. I called my dad's cell phone. I called their home phone. NOTHING.
I called my sister and she said to mix baking soda and water and put it on there. That should take the stinging out of it and hopefully keep it from getting infected... or something like that. She wasn't really confident about what she was saying and while she was talking I was throwing together a baking soda and water mixture so I missed about 80% of what she actually said. Oops.
I lathered the baking soda mix onto my foot and elevated it. I didn't want to get it all over everything.
IT CONTINUED TO STING AND BURN AND ITCH AND STING.
I was not happy.
I tip-toed out to the front porch with a flashlight and looked at the stupid bug that bit me. It looked like a spider with wings. I wasn't about to touch it and it looked kind of smooshed from my intense scraping against the cement stairs.
Stupid bug.
I went back into the house. IT CONTINUED TO STING AND BURN. I was so afraid I would go to sleep and not wake up and someone would find me with a swollen foot and red lines going up into my heart and I would be dead. There was no way I was going to sleep until I got this to calm down and stop stinging.
Dad finally called me back and with panic in my voice I told him I was dying and he better come quickly.
Hahahaha- at this point part of me feels like a 5 year old child overreacting and freaking out and the other part of me felt like a justified adult who lives alone and doesn't want to die from poisoning. Either way I wanted my daddy's help... like now.
He came over and we (I mean he) scooped up the bug from the front porch. After further examination under proper lighting we realized it was a bumble bee. Next thing was to look at my foot and inspect the sting.
THE STINGER WAS STILL IN MY FOOT!!!! At this point I went into full-fledge panic mode. My dad busted out some tweezers and for a moment I thought mom was going to have to pin me to the floor like a 2-year-old and hold me down. I felt like flailing and bawling my head off.
I am proud to say I only screamed and pulled away a handful of times, but he was able to get the stinger out without TOO much trouble.
My dad- the HERO!
Immediately my foot felt so much better. That stinger was causing me so much grief! Mom gave me some creme to put on it and they headed out.
I sat there disbelieving that such a small creature could inflict such pain. I didn't mean to step on the bee. It was an accident. Maybe it was purely accidental that it left it's stinger in the bottom of my foot?
Next time I'm wearing shoes to go out and turn off the water. Who knows what I will find next time.

So this is my foot today. There is still a red mark. That bee left some serious damage. Have you ever been stung by a bee?