Viva Las Vegas

Disclaimer: For all who read Kelli's blog this may be a repeat with different pictures


Last weekend I went to Vegas to visit my sisters Kelli and Jamie without my husband or kids. Every mom should do this at least once in theirs lives, it was so fun and relaxing. No responsibilities or anyone to worry about, but myself. I even told Kelli I was on vacation from changing diapers.



This is cute little Avery and her matching mom. She's a good little baby, we drug her around everywhere and she hardly made a peep.

I got to meet Oakly. He's the inspiration behind us getting a dog.

The joke of the weekend was that we were going to go Chippendale's and drink margaritas, you know, since we were in Las Vegas. So here we are with our margaritas.

btw, doesn't Jamie have a beautiful home.

Kelli on the dance floor. Dancing with her child and dogs. Wow, what a party!

If you look closely, you may notice that we even sugared the rims of our glasses. Sorry Avery you have to be 21 to drink margaritas.

We went to a park in Boulder City and grilled foil dinners (yum, yum). There's something about waiting and waiting after prepairing the dinners at home, packing everything up, driving to your location, realizing you don't have enough charcoal so you have to send someone to the store to get more, lighting the charcoal and waiting for them to burn and become perfect coals, when they are just right (or a little befor in our case) putting on the foil dinners and waiting and waiting for them to cook... makes tin foil dinners taste so good! We also roasted marshmallows and made smores.

Avery, in all her cute chubbiness. (okay, so maybe I changed a few diapers)

We went to Lucille's BBQ for dinner

Here we are at Chippendales, I mean Phantom of the Opera. It was such a good show and the best part: We bought the cheepest seats, but right before it started the usher moved us up to front and center. They were the awesomest seats, The chandelier was right above us. So at the end when it dropped we all thought we were gonners.

I don't want to embarress anyone so I'm not going to name names, but on the way out of the theater one of us may or may not have tripped and took a huge dive all the way down to the floor - splat! We left the theater in tears we were laughing soooo hard.

It was a super fun weekend. We had some good laughs and visits. I was sad to see it end, but reality was calling.

Halloween preview

Halloween party at the church. This is the cake walk.

Abbey and friends and her teacher Miss Cindy at her preschool Halloween party.

Lost Fallonite

This post is for all you loyal readers from Fallon.

Does anybody know who this person is? I saw this young girl driving up I-15 Northbound today. If you look close, you might notice that her licence plate says "NV Girl" and the licence plate cover says "Fallon Auto Mall". For some reason, seeing this Fallonite got me all excited and I started taking pictures frantically. Eventually, I realized 2 things:

1) Taking pictures at 68 mph isn't exactly safe.
2) She was staring at me as if I was the creepiest person alive.

After she noticed what I was doing, I tried to pretend that I wasn't taking pictures, but looking for a contact in my phone (I don't think it was believable). She also took the very next exit (not that I blame her).





So, anyway, if you see a picture of me or a description of my red Honda on 'Utah's Most Wanted' you now know why...

First Snow

This is how Abbey pets Oskar


This is how Mylie pets Oskar


if any of you missed the presidential debate, here is a little clip for you.

it seems weird that a week or two ago we were all wearing shorts.

Oskar Ludwig Sorensen

I'm beginning to think Oskar was meant to be in this family (even though Emily is currently planning to sell him to some gypsies). We've only had this dog for 2 weeks now, but I've already seen signs that let me know Oskar is assimilating into the Sorensen Subculture. Without further ado, I give you...

Reasons I Know My Dog is a Sorensen

1. He is a home-body. I've talked previously of his reluctance to go for walks - but I've recently discovered that it isn't because he is adverse to excercise (this would make him a Mason). He just hates to be away from our dwelling. When I'm dragging him until his paws bleed taking him for his walk, he starts to get really nervous the second we hit our property line. He digs his heels in and refuses to budge until I turn around. Then, he practically drags me home.
   
   
2. He really enjoys a daily nap. Anyone who knows the Sorensens can attest to the fact that they they can find napping opportunities where most would never even dare look. I have watched in amazement as my father-in-law would come in from doing his farm work, and plop into a small (and terribly uncomfortable) leather-covered glider/rocking chair. Within minuets, he is fast asleep, and looks surprisingly comfortable. I have often wondered if this phenomenon is somehow related to the leather. I've even pondered conducting a little experiment - where while he was gone, I would remove the leather chair and then coat his kitchen sink in leather just to see if he would try to climb into it and take a nap.
   
   
3. I've never seen Oskar eat Kraft Singles, Cool-Whip, White Wonderbread, Pop-Tarts, or sugary cereal. Trust me, my friend, you would have an easier time coaxing a Rabbi into eating pepperoni that you would trying to get a Sorensen to eat one of these delicious products of American Cuisine.
   
   
4. He is a comfort-specialist. The guy just likes to get comfortable, and likes a good blanket while he is doing it. This is somewhat related to item #2. You've never seen blankets used so frequently outside of a bedroom until you see a Sorensen girl at home. For crying out loud, Nettie likes blankets so much she created an entire blog about them.
   
   
5. When he gets gas, the whole world knows about it. Emily has been known to run from the room screaming... Oh, wait... this is one way he is like me.

Since I'm once again blogging about my dog, I should give a quick update: For the second time in my life, I have peed on my dog's head. In reality, I didn't so much as pee on him, as he walked into my stream. I was trying to show him (by example) where I want him to start going in the backyard, when the unfortunate little happening occurred. Emily then made me bathe him immediately.

Dog Update

OK, the pooch is back on my good side. He can stay with us for the time being. we rented Season 2 of The Dog Whisperer and my goal is to become the pack leader.

On a side note, doe anyone know how to rid a dog of 'Dog Smell'? Your hints are appreciated...

Free Dog

Free to a Good Home

11-week-old Boxer Puppy

Goes by the name 'Oskar', but you can call him whatever you'd like.

Can sit and lay down on command.

Partially housetrained, but makes occaisional mistakes, which seem to be intentional.

Will only go on walks when children are present; will never walk anywhere with adult men.

Snores.

Occaisional farting.

Ate poop once.