My new standard of awesome

I like taking jumping pictures. I like people who like taking jumping pictures. Pretty much the jumping picture is the coolest picture you can take.

Two weekends ago, Kenzi and I drove up to Alpine, WY to meet up with some friends that were rafting the Snake. We saw a sign for Cokeville. And naturally, a picture was in order. Kenz parked the car on the opposite side of the road, we made a temporary tripod out of the back of her car and the nail file kit I had in my purse. Yes, an actual nail file kit with clippers, a file, cuticle cutter - the whole bit. I use it daily.

Anyway, so I set the camera to self timer, ran across three lanes of freeway and jumped. This is the result:
Awesome.

And last weekend, my ward had our annual ski trip up in bear lake. Yet again, a jumping picture was in order:

Awesome.

I have also been introduced to the "pioneer picture". Aka, the serious picture. Titled "the pioneer" picture because really, what pioneer picture have you seen where the pioneers are smiling? Answer: None. Hell, I wouldn't be smiling either if I had to walk thousands of miles. I understand. I understand.

Anyway, "pioneer pictures" are awesome on many levels:

1) They usually take about 5 tries because holding a serious face is near impossible
2) The results are awesome
and
3) The results are awesome





Yep....awesome.

And that is how I died...

Years ago, I worked in the marketing department at Mrs. Fields Cookies. I have to clarify that it was actually, the marketing department in the corporate offices because while I was employed there and I would meet people and I would tell them I work for Mrs. Fields they would ask, "oh, which mall?" And I would be all, "Not the mall you moron, the corporate offices. Geez..I didn't go to college to bake cookies all day. I went to college to sell cookies all day. Don't you see the difference??"

Anyway, the CORPORATE offices of MFC had an awesome break room which housed a Coca-Cola fountain machine. Ice cold coke on tap ALL. DAY. LONG. Pretty sure I gained 10 pounds working there.

But that is beyond the point. My point is that when the blessed day came when I quit that place, I was only sad about one thing. The unlimited coca cola was now a thing of the past.

Lucky for me, Agency X stocks a full fridge of soda. It's as close as I am ever going to get to the fountain soda machine of my MFC days. I try my hardest to limit myself to 1 coke a day. But some days, I've pushed upwards of 3 to 4.

And just the other day, it was one of those days where if I had had time at 9 am to reach for a coke, I would have. But all of a sudden it was 3 pm and I was hitting the wall. It was coke time and nothing else would do.

I walk back to the fridge and this is what I find:

MISSING SOMETHING???????????? There might be 10 billion rows of Diet Coke, but not one single coca cola classic was to be found. I wept. Then I cussed. And then I walked straight up to the receptionist and told her of the tragedy that I just discovered. She didn't seem to understand the correlation of coca cola classic and my degree of productivity.

So in your prayers tonight, pray that I can get through the day without a coke tomorrow. Or better yet, pray that someone went to Costco and stocked up on the good stuff. Yes, yes - pray for that.

Wedding Part 4: I took my shoes off after the ceremony

Hailey's ceremony and reception were held out at Hidden Valley Country Club. It was a beautiful day and things went very smoothly the entire night. Hope you enjoy the pictures...there are quite a few. I took almost 400 pictures this weekend, so if you feel so inclined - send me an email to natalieharris721 at gmail dot com and I will email you a link to my picasa web album.
















For some reason, I am loving the lighting in the next to pictures. I think the sun was setting just off to the right and both these pictures have a muted look to them. A professional might hate them, but I love them.

Wedding Part 3: Jury's still out on who's party was better

Monday night, the wedding dinner was at Al Forno's downtown. It's a quaint little restaurant that served as a very nice setting for a lovely evening. At 7:30 am that day, Hailey called me in tears because my dad had been sick all night with food poisoning and he was practically on his death bed. So, of course I start crying - because I couldn't let Hailey be the only one that was crying. Because crying by yourself is no fun.

By some magical force, my dad had barely enough energy to make it to the wedding dinner. He might have sat there looking like a zombie, but at least he was able to be there.

After the dinner, I notice a small closet towards the front of the restaurant with the door cracked open. Around me, people are mingling and chatting, but I was too distracted by what was going on this room to pay attention to all my family members that I haven't seen in years. Because as I take a closer look, there is a lady sitting on the lap of a gentleman with a mullet and they are watching the Olympics on some 10" tv. The lady notices I am watching them, so I say, "Guess the real party's in there!" Meaning....watching the Olympics is a party. For some reason, the lady thought I meant that sitting on her ghetto co-workers lap was a party and said, "Oh, we like dated like 8 years ago, but we are just good friends now!" And I was all, "Oh, thanks - because I wanted to know your life story."

Wedding Part 2: Families combine forces

Sunday night we had a BBQ at my parents house so that my family could meet Chandler's family. Family...meet family. Good times.