Got her done

This year at the Pendleton Round-Up was...pretty much the same as every other year.

We wouldn't have it any other way.

Walking Main Street
um.
most awkward picuture we have ever taken
Tami's ugly/cutest dog
look how in love we are
they think they are so funny

Church ladies who loved Callin and Kasey


Kasey's foot. My flexed hand.

Mom..being mom, Mark being tall. Meag and Callin being engaged.

Tyler's best friend
Grandma's wall
Open minded community

Portland

Yes. The only reason we went to Portland was for these Donuts.

Voodoo Dolls. Pretzel stabbing into heart

Maple Bacon bar. Yes, real Bacon

Bye.

Beef Bourguinogngngngn

Saw Julie & Julia twice.
Would have loved it %100 if not for the continuous smacking. Food smacking. Kiss smacking. Dry mouth talk smacking. Oh and we can't forget about the happy gum smacker sitting next to me. So yea, only loved it 97%. Why I loved it? Food. duh. If I was good at cooking, I would have totally gone home and cooked until my eyes fell out. But since I'm not good. I only made peanut butter cookies. But I forgot to do the fork thing on the top of them so it wasn't the same. But really? How hard can cooking be? A little butter here, a whisk or two there. I feel inspired to be good at making food. I want people to eat what I make and cry tears of elated joy. This brings me to my point. I need the tools to be the one to make everyone sob. We don't even have a mixer. So from this point on, all of my extra money will go towards cooking goods. No, that last sentence was a lie.
I don't want to be one of those cooks that when they receive a compliment about their food they brush it off like it was as simple as getting out of bed. "Oh this dish?" "It was just a little bit of Julia Roberts hair and some mermaid scales." Which, in turn, just makes you feel like an idiot. Like any self respecting human should know how to make it. I want to be dramatic and make everyone feel bad for making me slave all week in the kitchen and yet so grateful that they were alive so they could be invited to the heavenly occasion. I think I like baking better which is unfortunate because baking is like science. I don't do science. You have to time things.
Oh and measure things.

I don't do fractions either.

If Tyler ruled the world...

police officers would not drive cars. They would ride on trains that run along side the road. They clock your speed and use a bow and arrow to send you a ticket. The ticket gets wrapped around the arrow. You know, the kind of arrows with a red suction cup on the end? So they can stick to your window. The cops still partner up. One to shoot the arrow and one to lick the suction cup. They occasionally miss the cars.
They give each other support by saying things like, "Next Time".



We just got back from the Pendleton Round-Up and a trip to Portland.
Pictures might show up here at some point.

Voodoo Donuts.

Goat Cheese Ravioli.

Things like that.

Bored. Friday. Phone pictures.

Foot head.

Vent.

Ty's back injection party.

uh.

Serving size: 1 big A square
Calories per serving: just say goodbye to your entire wardrobe

Sister Sister

Funny Girl: Should I go red?

Meagan: Wait until fall.

Funny Girl: So the 21st?

Meagan: haha yes.

Funny Girl: How about this Friday?

Meagan: It just doesn't feel like fall to me.

Funny Girl: Put your feelings about fall aside for a minute. Red or no red?

Meagan: Red.

Funny Girl: hahaha please acknowledge how funny that was.

Meagan: Acknowledged.

But seriously. Acknowledge it.

Also..

If I hear the word 'Salsa' pronounced 'salTsa' one more time....something bad is going to happen. I might eat a chicken nugget or something.

Superficial

I really need recommendations on where to go to get a spray tan. I know spray tans can be tricky when they aren't done right.
I want it to look good.

I really am speechless.

It looks like he's getting ready to play a really fun game or something.

He is just so happy to be alive.

Some people were meant to shine.

Want more?

I could do this all day. Ok, I think I will.