Come Get Me Skinheads

So, someone once told me that skinheads keep a list. The list contains the names of Mormons in their towns, so that if anything ever happens they can go skin their heads and take all of their food storage, or something. So I would like to announce that I am proudly adding my name to the Skinheads list--come get me. I am happily able to be on the list thanks to my amazing mother-in-law and canning lessons from my mom. P.s the picture where Todd and I are all teenyboppered up is two days before he left on his mission, four years ago. He was even using me as his slave to get his work done back then.

MIchael Phelps at a very young age

Ha, Ha, Ha. Enough said.

The Big Kahuna

Don't swear, don't swear, don't swear. Thats all I was thinking in this picture. We floated the Hoback on Saturday in Todd's dads new raft. It was so fun. I was supposed to be holding a paddle and helping row, but we hit the "Big Kahuna" which is the biggest rapid on the Hoback and I just couldn't keep my mouth clean and row and scream at the same time. So needless to say my paddle is tucked under Todd.

Playin' around

So, I ruined the blog. Don't ask why the font it so small and all over the place, I don't know and can't fix it. My bad... So these are pictures from my graduation party and my graduation week. Featuring: the future of the Madison Bobcat cheerleading team, Gracie and Halle(--I'm sure their dads are just thrilled to think of that). My Godson Peyton and amazing BF Kim. My stunt devil husband Todd jumping off bridges and grilling in his sexy harness. The climbing wall race, and of course me in all my graduatedness. Summer Rocks.