viva la fiesta

It was Friday night last. The air was chilled and the sky was dark as night, because it was night. A little white girl decided to throw a Mexican Fiesta. She spread bean dip all over the kitchen table (separated by plastic wrap), and borrowed speakers the size of a small fridge. The mood was set with a black light and blaring music.

Slowly, people trickled in. And the party began.

People were bumping and grinding and dancing like chitlins.

It was the dance party of a lifetime.

Things got interesting.

  

Very interesting.

We danced to Mexican songs like I Can Transform Ya, Party Rock Anthem, and Say Ahh.

Basically, it was an excellente fiesta.

Fact: You can never trust a fake Mexican.

Fact: You can always trust a Luchador.

momma

If you don't know my mom, chances are you don't know what cool is. No offense.
It's just that I googled the definition of 'cool' and these are the results:

cool/ko͞ol/

Adjective: Fashionably attractive or impressive.

   - I always wore sunglasses to look cool.

   - Bonnie is cool.

Noun: The quality of being like Bonnie.

So you can see that I'm not making this up.

So since probably some of you don't know what that definition means, I'll tell you.

There's a lot of fun things you can do when you have a cool mom. Like crafts, eating out, chatting, making rolls or other goodies, eating delicious mom-made food, being punny, going boating, laughing, grocery shopping, and making sure your bed is made.

I've learned some valuable lessons from Mom.

One thing is that when you're boating and you're about to jump into the cold water, it suddenly becomes a 'hot summer day'.

Another thing is that you better go potty before you leave the house. And also make sure everyone else does.

I also learned from Mother that 'smack' is the new 'snap'.  One time Mom, a sister or two, and myself were making some food. It turned out perfect and Mom said, "SMACK!" Kinda like how people would say, "Snap!"

Sometimes she can be a little sarcastic...
Lindsay told me the story of she and mom going to Costco. Lindsay got out of the car and started walking while Mom just sat in the car.  Lindsay went back and said, "Mom, are you comin?"  Mom said, "No, I'm just going to sit here while you go in."

She called me gothic when I dyed my hair black... even though I wore yellow and other brightly colored shirts.

Back when I took guitar lessons from Jon Dansie and described him to her she asked, "Why do old musicians always have Jesus haircuts?!" If only I knew.

I like her.

boat 'n go

Boating is probably in my list of 'Top 1 Favorite Thing To Do', as you can probably tell by the looks of this picture coming up. Unfortunately, it's over till next year. Which means this winter's gonna be a cold one. Cold in my heart.     

This was on a 'hot summer day' when we were getting ready to tube. You may laugh, but goggles do offer a certain kind of freedom, if you will, while tubing. 

 

I've learned a few things this year while boating. I mean, I was out 9 or 10 times this summer, so I think I know my stuff by know, thanks. 

1. No matter what the temperature, it's always a 'hot summer day' to Mom. Or so she tells us so we'll get our butts in the water. 

2. The Banana Boat can be vicious. Cuts and bruises are often given.

3. When your goggles break, it sucks.

4. Don't trust your friends. Pretty much every bit of damage that has happened to the boat or toys on the boat are because of friends. (Don't take it personally, they weren't my friends).

5. Boating makes you tan for 1 day afterwards.

6. If you biff it, it better be with style. Like so.

7. A good photographer is vital.

8. If the water is choppy, or 'chop chop', then you're gonna suck out there.

9. If you swallow a gulp of water in Utah Lake, you've probably got your leafy greens for the day.

10. If you want Dad to run off the boat or climb the tower and jump, just play 'Fly Like An Eagle'. And he'll fly, oh, he'll fly.

porcupine.

Sometimes when you have cool friends you do cool things.

Sometimes when you have stupid friends you do stupid things.

Kinda like that one time last week when I went with my friends to Porcupine Dam out yonder in Who-ville and jumped off a 50 foot cliff, chipping my pride and joy... my front tooth.

It all started when my cool friends and I swam across the dam with arm floaties like little children in a bath tub.

Took me about 5 minutes to scrape up the courage to jump off the lowest jump; lower than a high dive, mind you.

From there, there was no stopping me I guess.

This is where the stupid friends come in.

I kept going higher and higher, each time taking me a few minutes and a few almost-jumps to jump.

Then. My friend said, "Em! Come up here, to the 50 foot cliff and jump off and almost die! It's fun!"

And I said, "Well, I'll have a look."

But of course, once I was up there I couldn't just walk back down like a fool. So, I jumped down. Like stupid.

While I was flailing in the air for 3 seconds I thought to myself, "WHOA!"

It. was. high.

I landed gracefully. But not totally, because I chipped my tooth on my other tooth.

I thought my world was over. If I had to choose my favorite body part, it would be the teeth that God, my parents, and Dr. McDonough gave me.

Now I have another soul to thank for them. Dr. Sundberg. He fixed it right up and I guess they're as good as new.

So, next time you're cliff jumping with your friends, keep it cool, not stupid.

coordinated.

If I had one word to describe my dad, that would probably be it.

After my one post about my dad's 'coordination' we decided to prove to everyone that he really is coordinated. So here's your proof:

Check that man out. Now that's legit.

Not only is he coordinated, but he wakeboards in style. I mean check out that form.

So if you had any doubts before, I hope these pictures set you straight.

rich.

If I had the funds, y'know what I'd get?

1 DSLR Camera
2 Trip to England (& everywhere)
3 Recording stuff
4 Guitar Pedal
5 Mandolin

But, the thing is, I don't.

If I had the choice, I would just play my
guitar (and other instruments), travel, and take pictures for the rest of my life.

I would like that.

So I guess I gotta get rich now.

wake.

I can board on one now. I guess I'm moving up in the world.

I used to water ski. Cause I liked it.

I tried getting up on the wakeboard last year. Y'know, when we had no tower and I had no motivation. Two very important components to a successful boarding experience. I couldn't do it. Instead I just wanted to ski cause I knew I could.

But this year I decided I really wanted to wakeboard. That was one of my goals for the year. And I done it. Wassssssuuuppppppp.

But hold up, near the beginning, my commitment issues started getting in the way. For a while, I couldn't make up my mind if I want to go regular or goofy. I started it out with goofy, but after a while, something changed and I started poppin up reg.

But I quickly overcame those issues and I'm keepin it goofy.

I've been trying to get air and do 180's mostly.

I kinda love this sport.