Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Black Friday- Shopping/Cleaning


The clean garage!


Bryant cleaning the window!



Scott cleaning the fridge!



Every black Friday, (day after Thanksgiving) I go shopping with my sisters, Kim and Kari. I got to wake up at 3am to get food for Baby Benjamin (so he could stay home with my fabulous husband, shopping without a baby is great) and leave by 3:30am to get to Mesa by 4:30am. We did some serious shopping and were done by 8:30. While the girls played the boys...worked! We got to Kim's house and as we walked in her husband, Scott was cleaning the fridge. At Kari's, Bryant was cleaning the top window over the door. And at my home, with 5 young kids in his care, Vern cleaned the dreaded garage. For those that haven't seen our garage. IT is clean. I promise you. We can park the kids bikes, Vern can use his saws and the garbage can fits inside. Yahoo. Props to you MEN AT WORK.

Thanksgiving Triatholon


Chelsea and Kindy after a great triatholon!


Finishing the bike and glad to be off the seat. It was a fabulously fast bike from my sister, Kim. Loved it!


Swimming, Swimming almost done!



My sister-in-law, Chelsea and I participated in a Triatholon on Thanksgiving morning. It was awesome. We were suppose to run 2 miles (it was less because of mud), bike 12 miles and swim 400 meters. It was great! The weather was overcast which was perfect. I did finish and wasn't in last place. Phew. Chelsea beat me, but just watch out for the next one. I may drop a minute. It was a great way to start Thanksgiving!

Deer Hunt - Big Hike


A view from the top of the mountain they climb. There campsite was in the middle of the picture. Good hiking with a rifle.


Aaron the hunter takes time to pose for the camera.


Vern and his dad and brother, Aaron went hunting the weekend of November14th. They were down near the Arizona/Mexico border. With new guns, binaculars, camo, etc. They were ready to get a big deer. Well, they got a big hike, but no deer. They saw female deer, but no males. Better luck next year, as they always say.