Viva Las Vegas

I went to Vegas last weekend with some of my girlfriends.  We had lots of fun, we stayed at the Luxor, walked the strip, layed out by the pool, went to a really great outdoor mall, and went on some of the roller coasters.  We did the New York, and then the ones on the Stratosphere. Meg and Vonda did all three, I just did two.  I think that they were called Insanity and  Xtreme.  Insanity was insane. Its the only ride I think that I've ever almost peed my pants cause it made me so nervous.  I think that everyone we rode with enjoyed watching me more then the ride.  

Farm Weekend

My cousin blessed her sweet little girl this weekend, Emayln Nadine.  She is one month younger then Brooklyn.  I took advantage of the opportunity to take photo's of the girls.  We enjoyed watching them play together.  At one point they did hold hands.  We think that the girls were excited to see each other,  this was there first meeting on earth. 

LIttle Monkeys

Ashley is going to kill me for putting this on, but it brings me such joy.  It's a good pic of Smash, but it's an even better one of the monkey.  Reason number 2 for Joy, Steph has a pic from last Christmas that is very similar.  Matthew and Steph's face's are very similar.  When I showed Smash the pic after I took we both laughed and remembered the pic from last Christmas.  I would put it on but I really don't know how Steph would feel, I will write her and see what she says and if its a yes, then I will allow everyone else the Joy that comes to my face when I see these pictures. 

I am venturing more into the photography world, so here is a little shoot that Matthew and I had last night.  He just sat on my lap and posed for the camera, he never does this...and by this I mean sit on my lap.  He probably only did for like five minutes. Here are some of my favorites. 

He got into Grandma's purse and got her badge.  He wouldn't give it back....

Shells Bells!

A friend asked if I could take some pictures of her, I of course accepted. I really need the practice.   I only took 17 pictures because that it what I had left on the roll of film.  With only 17 pictures taken I hoped that would get a couple good ones she could use. That is one thing that makes me nervous as a photographer with little experience.  Producing something that the client likes.  I guess that is why they pick you though, because the like your work.  Shells could have picked several of them, it really turned out to be a good shoot.  These are my favorites.  Thanks for letting me practice Shells! 

A night of Fun!

How to start...last night I went dancing with my friends.  We decided to hip hop during one of the slow songs. We walk in and start dancing.  This guy looks at my friend and gets this huge smile, and turns back around.  Meg looks at me and just smiles.  I just laugh and keep dancing.  We back to country swing and one of my crushes from the gym comes in.   This kid was one of the ones to get us signed up...a good sells men I guess! His good looks probably helped him ge the sale just a little....So I watch him for a minute, it turns out he is friends with the Warrior.  When I first saw this kid at the gym,  I knew I had seen him somewhere. I just couldn't put my finger on it until last night.  Lets go back a few months, to Halloween.  I went dancing the Thursday before Halloween, amongst those that were dressed up was a young man dressed up as Troy.  You could tell that he had been fake baking, he was only wearing a neck piece and a skirt of sorts.  It was very funny!  I must admit that when I say him, I just laughed and said "Really!"  My thoughts then turned to what kind of attention are you looking for?  I did tell a few more people about this boy who had dressed up as Troy for halloween, cause I thought it was silly.  If you haven't made the connection yet, the boy from the gym and the boy dressed up as Troy are the same!!  As soon as I saw him talking to the warrior I knew exactly who he was, and how I knew him. I didn't waste anytime, I went and asked him to dance.  He isn't the best dancer, but he is fun to dance with.  The rest of the night was exciting. We hip hopped a couple more time and each time someone joined us.  Meg says "Guess our hip hop skills have improved if others want to dance with us."  I'm not sure mine have improved, but it was fun.  Every time I go dancing I often think about what I will do when I won't be able to go dancing anymore.   I'm sure that it'll be just fine, and I'll find something that I love just as much.  I have to remind that the time hasn't come and I can keep enjoying it and cross that bridge when I get to it. 

Uh....

So my life has been a little crazy...just full.  I started school, work and Ash and I decided to get a gym membership, we also decided to get at personal trainer.   I only tell you that so I hold up to  my end of the deal, so that I am responsible.  So far so good. Our butts get kicked every time we see him, but its a good kick.   

I have also been dancing a lot,  many of you know that one of my favorite past times is country swing dancing.  The other  night was so great!  I went with friends that I always go with and then some of my roommates from the summer.  We were carefree and just enjoyed ourselves. I asked a boy that I've only danced with once before, this is how the conversation went.  His name...well I'll just call him the "Warrior"  We were dancing and he says to me 

W: I really like dancing with you.

M: Thanks! 

like a minute later

W: I'd like to date you

M: how many girls have you said that to tonight?

W: you're the first tonight

M: oh...

another minute goes by

W: I'd really like to date you.

I'm not sure how I responded this time.  I just keep thinking, ok do I trust him? do I give him my number? 

the song ends and I ask what his name is and he responds with Thanks for the dance! 

Ok, so he doesn't really want to date me.  I go back and tell my girlfriends how the dance went. They tell me that I need to give him my number.  My thoughts were I'll dance with him again and see how it goes.  So I ask him to dance again.  The conversation pretty much went like the first one. He stopped us and said I have a new dance move.  I ended up dragging him for a minute.  It was a awesome dance move!! (not so much)  The song ended and I again asked him what his name was.  His response....Dan the Warrior.  Awesome right?  I just kind of laughed.  Needless to say I didn't give him my phone number.  I will probably ask him to dance again. 1. because he is not to bad on the eyes.  2. he is a decent dancer.  The only thing is that he is such a flirt.  He probably goes dancing as often as I do and he is always trying to get the ladies.  I'm just there to do something I love, and that is all I go for, if I were to meet someone who really does want to take me out, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.  Until then, if and when, I am just going to go because I love it! 

This is a picture from Christmas Eve.   Looks a little funny?  It is tradition in our family to have a Weenie Roast on Christmas Eve.  The last couple of years its been a little tricky because my Gramm moved into a condo, that has a fireplace but it doesn't work if the door is open and our fireplace is full of something, the previous owners put something up there to reduce the draft. So this is what we have come up with, a fake fire.  A propane tank, and a fire ring, in Gramm's garage. Don't worry the garage was open a little so we wouldn't die. My Daddy is a smart man.  This is one of my favorite Christmas tradition. 
And here is our little Brooklyn.  Look at her curly hair, it is also red.  She is a very sweet little girl.  

Twas the night before Christmas...

And all through the night, not even a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.  Ah...just kidding all kinds of creatures were stirring.   We were headed to my Grams house for our Annual Weenie Roast.  I told my dad that I was taking the camera so we could document it for Steph.  His reply "shall we take some props?"  I said  "sure."  So we put on Cowboy hats and took a picture.  We didn't really take the hats, but it was funny.  This is one of many of the funny things my Father said over the holidays.