B.I.N.G.O.

The Annual Buie Thanksgiving B-I-N-G-O was held in Midway this year, and boy is it CUT-THROAT. Especially when $$ is involved.

Adam and I went home with a Costco bag of Gummy Bears, a 12 pack of Gum, "The Family Stone", and 15 Bucks. Not too bad-It sure beats the Puzzle that I won last year ;)

HaPpY ThAnKsGiViNg!

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for you! I will post pictures of our Thanksgiving extravaganza once this tryptophan wears off ;)

Did anyone watch the National Dog Show??? The Bulldog won in the Non-Sporting group! If only Chloe didn't eat that Rat Poison the other day, i'm almost positive she could have entered...

I found it. I usually get a calendar every year for Christmas.

This one is the Bee's Knee's.

photo via here

A couple of years ago I made a cake in the shape of "19" for your Birthday. I forgot how old your turning today, so I opted out of making a cake this year ;( I still love you very much tho!

Happy Birthday my Brazilian Brother!

The other night after making dinner for just the two of us, we walked down to Sugarhouse to get some ice cream and go to Barnes & Noble. As we were walking hand in hand, Adam said aloud exactly what I was thinking at that very moment: "SO, we spend all our time together." It was both a question and a statement. and very funny. I think in that instant we both realized that we are MARRIED and will be FOREVER.

it was wonderful.

Congratulations Scott T! You've been Kikuch-ied.

xo, E

Being Ingrid at the Buckaroo Fair.

I have this alter-ego who is not very nice. She is extremely snarky and almost always has a furrowed brow and a horrendous temper.

Her name is Ingrid.

I really really don't like it when I become Ingrid, but I really really can't help it. Adam really really doesn't like it either, and thank goodness I wasn't Ingrid on our wedding day or else he would have thought twice about putting that ring on my finger.

SO last night was the Cowboy Poetry and Buckaroo Fair in Heber and Erin really wanted to go, but Ingrid did NOT. We ended up going and Ingrid complained the whole way there. Ingrid hates anything social, fun, or wholesome, and you can bet-your-boots the Buckaroo fair is all 3 of these. Once we arrive we find out tickets to the Buckaroo dance were 22 bucks a pop! "Woo Hoo!" Ingrid thought, "we don't have to dance! We can just get in the car and go home." But no no no, the Buckaroo fair is more than just a dance; there are booths and booths of cowboy-indian-polygamous-paraphernalia for dayyysss. So we did the two-step through each booth and Ingrid started feeling a little better, but she didn't want anyone to know.
After our fair share of saddles, chaps, and boot straps, we decide to head home. FINALLY. As we pass the entrance to the Buckaroo dance, we notice no one is sitting out front taking tickets anymore. So whattyaknow, everyone decides it would be a good idea to sneak in and have the last dance at the Buckaroo Fair. "UGH. You've gotta be kiddin' me", says Ingrid under her breath. We shuffle into the dance and have some quality-people-watching-time. Ingrid hates cowboys.

So after 5 minutes, Erin finally says, "We have to dance-c'mon."

It was fun, however, at that point Ingrid realized she married the worst.dancer.on.the.planet.

She was yelling and criticizing poor Adam the whole night telling him everything he was doing wrong. This boy ain't got no rhythm. and i accept that cuz he's stinkin' cute.
Overall, it was fun and i'm glad we ended up dancing--even though it looked more like we were gently wrestling to music.

Adam: "I wish I could dance better."
Erin: "I wish you could too."
Adam: "If I was dancing with Erin and not Ingrid, I would have done better."

And no, we didn't take one photo. Ingrid hates photos.