I hate pictures

Let's just face it.  I'm not photogenic.  If I die tomorrow, James has specific orders on what photograph to use for the obituary, though just my luck, he's probably forgotten.  I'm not comfortable getting my picture taken and I would just prefer to never look at a picture of myself.  The only reason I get it taken at school every year is because something deep down inside me hopes that one of these times it will actually not make me sick to my stomach to look at (like this one - Though perhaps it would help if I would remember it was  picture day, even though it was a Friday, and wear something other than a t-shirt).  There is, of course, this picture of me stuck in a barrell - like this one.

But to celebrate my little bitty brother's big #18 birthday, I read blogs.

My sister found this young, sessy, super skinny, beautiful picture of herself to post in celebration of my brother's birth.  She's even in a swimsuit, no less.  The cute boy and the tall thin super model are enough that you don't even notice the flower swimsuit & green plaid shorts combination.

Here's the picture my mom chose to post.  Now, I'm sure my mom would respond to this by saying, "I didn't born no ugly children." But, honestly, mom, this is the picture you post?  Who is that person?  I have super creepy eyes.  My hair is a giant yellow buffalo that even at age 14, you know you had to curl it for me that morning.  It's obviously a Sunday (Willie was born on a Friday so he is now 2 days old).  My rebellious sister (is her shirt velvet?) is out of her church clothes already, but I still have my foo-foo hair and red flanel dress on.  The really sad part is that I liked that dress and would probably still wear it today if I had it (and it wasn't 10 sizes too small).  Braces!?!  Oh wait, I had them on my entire adolescents.  Sigh.  

I have always felt bad because "people say we look alike" is the tag line of many conversations involving my brother and I.  Whatever.  When people say that.  This is the type of picture that comes to my mind and I feel really bad that people are calling him a scary 14 year old girl with big hair, braces, and a flannel dress.  Sigh again.   

At least I didn't born no ugly children.

Happy Birthday!

#18

I remember the day your were born.  I can't believe I'm old enough to say anything happened 18 years ago, but I guess I am and you are.

Merry Christmas 2012

1.  Christmas Eve - cookies - Molly bonkers - major meltdown over the spilling of the sprinkles on the floor for the third time - made James color Christmas pictures with her.

2.  Christmas Eve - dinner at Grandpa's - nativity program - kids wild

3.  Christmas Morning - Santa Claus made it to our house - "reindeer food" on the back porch and Molly put a plate of cookies UNDER a chair facing the back door.

4.  Aunt Karen's for Breakfast - good food - ate our weight in scones - no camera.

5.  Petersen House - Jack slept. Molly opened gifts - got her first fancy princess costume from Aunt Annie - ate only food she ate all day - 3 Ritz crackers and half of a yogurt (with a Sprite).

6.  Alicia in the Target Parking Lot - still not sure on the whole story, but Alicia drove up from New Mexico and was headed back - crossed paths and were able to meet up for a few minutes in the Target parking lot before continuing north

7.  Binggeli House - Molly and Jack had good naps in the car - Jason entertained Molly all night and then rode home with us while she screamed - Larsons were there - Jarrell and Whytnee were there - Ate lots of ham and my cookies disappeared.

8.  Home - Tired.  Merry Christmas!

9.  Day After Christmas - Dinner with Grandpa since we didn't make it there on Christmas Day - opened gifts from him - tried out new waffle iron.

The 3-Pointer

Do you see the bottom line of this stat sheet from the paper?  Read that line carefully . . . . 

Willie hit a 3-pointer in Hunter's game against Skyline last Thursday!!!  He's capable of hitting a 3 and occasionally gets a good look at the basket, but the ball has never actually gone in until this game.  My mom has been promising him a trip to Disneyland since his sophomore year if he could just accomplish this one task.  He's now done it!  Woo Hoo!!!

I don't know if the Disneyland thing is for real or not, but it was a great shot (though my pessimistic cousin Preston said it didn't really count because he banked it off the glass - whatever!)

Christmas Party Saturday #2

Party #1

Molly, Jack, and I headed out early Saturday morning for a party with my mom, dad, Willie, and Annie's family.  We met at the Little America Coffee Shop for breakfast.  I had pancakes, ham, and potatoes.  Molly ate quite a bit of her pancake.  Willie, Wyatt, and Elliott ate about 7 pounds of bacon.  It was all delicious and we felt like we were in Disneyland!

After breakfast, Annie, Ross, and Quinn went home, but the rest of us ventured over to the Clark Planetarium for the Christmas animated feature in the Imax Theater.  It was a  cute little movie about Santa Claus.  Molly loved it and Jack had a nice little nap.  Afterwards, we wandered around the rest of the Planetarium for a few minutes and then headed to the train.  Molly is becoming a train expert and I think she'd like to ride it every day.

Our plan on this morning was not to see the lights (it was daylight after all) but to see the candy in the Macy's windows.  We did and it was pretty cool!  Our adventure was cut a little short because my mom and I both had missed calls on our phone during the movie from my Grandpa.  When we called him back, he told us that my Grandma's cousin had died, he just found out, but the funeral was later that day.  My mom was to meet my Grandpa there, so we had to hurry a little bit, but not before walking around City Creek.

Me made it back on the train, to our cars, and home.  Molly stayed asleep and had a good nap before the next adventure.

Party #2

Later Saturday night was the Huber Family Progressive Party.  We started at my Aunt Cindy's house and then finished at my Uncle Johnny's house.  It was loud, crazy, and delicious.  It ended with a bizarre talent show that included, dancing, singing, and Willie and Parker pretending to be Sasquatch  hunters.  We are all a little strange, but it was fun.  I didn't take any pictures.