Moving On

As most of you know Jon and I have been dating on and off for over a year almost a year and a half. Tonight we decided to go our seperate ways. I know it is the right decision but it is still very difficult for me and for him. I just wanted to let you all know to avoid questions and confusion in the future. I have blocked the comments on this post because there is really nothing left to say.
Love you all.
-Lyss

Battle of the Sexes

As Jord and Jon prepare to leave us for the summer (sad!), we got together for a little send off. Kati and I were supposed to plan it but fell asleep and left it up to Heath Bar. He did a good job and arranged for us to go bowling. Once we got there, the guys decided to play bowling battle of the sexes. We agreed and put Jamba Juice on the line. You can tell by this wager this was a serious game. As we reached the end of the game the boys cried silent tears as they knew they were just smoked by the ladies and put up the challenge of double or nothing. We gladly accepted the challenge and kicked their butts again. It was a sad night for them, happy night for the ladies. They kept saying some crap about the forces uniting against them, that's code for man we got our butts kicked. One of them even owns bowling shoes, need I say more! (and no I will not name names) :)

Horton Hears a Who

A few months ago I saw the previews for Horton Hear a Who. And I am not going to lie I kind of wanted to see it, the inner child I am sure. So I convinced the Watson kiddies to go with me. One of my favorite parts was Jacq saying "my Horton" almost everytime she saw the elephant on screen. The boys watched so intently and didn't make a sound. Jacq on the other hand narrated almost the whole movie for me, letting me know when Horton got in the water, when he was swimming, etc. As we were walking out I had a little bit of a lagger, Barrett. I looked back and saw little friend picking up popcorn off the floor and placing it in his mouth. Yeah, apparently he did not get enough of the big bag. I couldn't help but laugh and tell him to knock it off.




Once we exited the theater there was no way we were making it to the van, the kids found a pond with rocks. They asked if they could have money to through in. As they were throwing their money in I told them to make a wish, then they proceeded to find tons of rocks, throw them in and make every wish on earth at the top of their lungs...it was pretty dang cute.


And what kind of day would it be if we didn't end it right with a stop at McDonalds.
The only challenge of the day was trying to get them off the toy and back in the car.

Go Kart Racing

I have a major need for speed, I do believe it's called a Barrett Lead Foot. Jon and I had a little race from Thanksgiving Point back to his apartment a few weeks ago and yes I beat him. (speeds will not be disclosed on this blog because I know a certain Mom that would not be very happy :))His excuse is that he doesn't race in parking lots and I say that racing has no boundaries. So in light of this little incident he decided it was only appropriate to go race for real...Go Kart style! I will have to admit that his best lap time was about a half second better mine but I guess that means I just have to practice more, right? And no worries we had to wait about 2 hours to race, so please enjoy our pictures of boredom.

Long Lost JOY!

For those of you who don't know my background growing up, which I know a lot of you do, I'm from the sticks. I am from Yelm, Washington. One of those small towns with one or two stop lights. So to pass the time, one of the many fun activities we played was paintballing. I remember we got so into as a family, we all had nicknames and got dog tags made when we were on a family trip in Hawaii. My nickname was "Groundhog" because I hugged that ground so hard for the fear of the painful ball. Apparently I got over it, because a bunch of us went paintballing at an indoor course (yeah I know outdoor so much better:)) and lit it up. For the first game I was on fire and tagged people out left and right but then I was getting pinned down every other game. The cherry on the top was being shot in my La-La. Apparently from the bird's eye view, I got shot, collapsed to the side and started screaming. At that point I was done, good thing it was almost the last game. I forgot how much I love the adrenalin and the rush of the game. I am pretty sure paintballing is going to become a regular activity once again.

The Simpleness of a Single's Purse

A Night Out