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Dude! So check this out...We went on the best Family Date EVER! 4-wheeling, shooting, B-B-Q, RC cars, middle of the desert, awesome weather, incredible food....but look who's sleeping! Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z...snort snort....Z-Z-Z-Z-Z

Josh and I will spend all day Saturday cleaning our house.  Every room, all over.  And then by the time we get home from church on Sunday, it's like a war zone.  Seriously! It feels like all we ever do is clean and we don't even have kids yet! I can't imagine what it's going to be like then.  Terrible.

It's time for a poll:

Who thinks it's fair that Josh is going to skip most of church tomorrow to watch the Cardinals Football game, while I have to stay for all of it because it's ward conference (and also because I'm just that good) ?

Fashion Show For Lunch!

Maggie in all of her many, many clothes.  I try to tell her she shouldn't be so worldly, but she just won't listen...

Check out this bling.  I'll totally be the hottest dog at the club.

 This shirt is so last season.  

I'm really ridiculously good-looking in my fur-lined coat

It may look like I'm going pee here, but I'm totally not. 

Some really old pictures...

We had friends over several weeks ago for FHE and made gingerbread houses.  Yeah, I'm a little slow in getting these up:

Here they are being created:

Scott and Alicia's house:


Aaron and Amber's:

And here is ours:


Super fun night!  And we still have the house, but now it's in the garage, on top of Josh's pile of things he wants to take out and shoot one day. Boys.

Flagstaff

Last weekend Josh and I went to Flagstaff to visit some friends. Yes, there actually is snow in Arizona. Who knew? And Josh had so much fun in the snow, he's decided he wants to live there forever. Psych!

We brought Josh's dad's quad with us.  (BTW, down here in AZ its a quad-not a 4-wheeler.  Duh).

 

Can anyone guess what they're trying to spell here?  (Hint:  It was Josh's idea and is starts with 'p').

Snow Angels

The coolest snowman ever

A video of Tyler smashing the coolest snowman ever with his quad. (Again:  Josh's idea)

Funny Story...

My department at work decided to have a secret santa between the staff this year.  The rules for secret santa were that you were supposed to buy five little presents ($5 each) and one big present ($15) for the name you drew.  I decided to not be a Secret Santa because a) I would end up with 6 cheap presents that I did not want b) I would have to find the time to buy 6 crappy cheap presents for someone else, and c) we're trying to conserve money and $40 is a lot of money to spend on someone you only see at work (aka: I'm cheap).

So then the next thing I know, one of my co-workers put my name in the drawing anyway, even though I had never said I would participate.  So I had to them her no thanks I don't want to do this, but it was too late, they had already drawn names.  Then they had to make this huge announcement in front of everyone that I wasn't participating.  As if that wasn't enough, the person who drew me wasn't there, so they wrote it up in HUGE letters on the blackboard that LAURA IS NOT PARTICIPATING IN SECRET SANTA AND WHOEVER DREW HER NAME NEEDS TO GET A NEW ONE.  And then left it there for a week.

Awesome.

Talk about feeling like the scrooge of the office.  

My life must be boring. . .

I've been sitting in front of my computer for 20 minutes now trying to think of something, ANYthing, to post about.  And the only thing I came up with was the one of my psuedo-child Maggie below.  Something exciting/interesting/not-normal had better happen soon so I can update my blog!  

My sister-in-law took this picture of Maggie over Thanksgiving. Seriously.  Cutest dog.  Ever.  

Last night I woke up to this big thump on the floor.  I could vaguely remember rolling over and hitting something with my hand.  So I looked down and there was poor Maggie, looking dazed after I basically threw her off the bed.  Poor girl.  And now I know that once we have kids, we will not be a family that co-sleeps.  As my family and all of my roommates know, I cannot be responsible for what I do when I'm sleeping.