Patri-whatic?

Kevy and I had a great weekend with the Liljenquist cousins up at Bear Lake! It is beautiful up
there, to say the least. We enjoyed: caving, 4-wheeling, games (cheating is essential - and I will not apologize for that), excellent food (thanks to Robin and her cooking skills!) and even betting company.

Even with making an American flag cake (thanks for the idea Katie), and setting off fireworks (or in my case, just spectating the fireworks... safety-first), I just didn't get the whole patriotic thing. Maybe next year?

News Flash!

We can finally allow Kevin the privilege of being apart of the Saltzman family, as.....he likes Carey Grant!!

After watching "His Girl Friday" Kevin told me that not only did he like it, but he would like to watch similar movies!!!!

Oh glorious day.

Give me a couple more months and I'll have him singing "On the street where you live", or even "one rock, two rocks.....". Using "push the button Max" as much as possible, frequently commenting on his love for Edith Head, requesting any movie that involves Audrey Hepburn (can you blame him, she's gorgeous!) and buying me Alfred Hitchcock box sets....

Once this phase has been completed, we will move on to BBC Dramas!

The Quest

Since I will be staying in America for the foreseeable future, I have decided I should embrace my Americanism. Which is why i have begun "The Quest" of becoming the best American I can be...with an English accent.
My quest has been going really well so far. The quest more or less consists of me thinking of all American Teen movies, and doing the things in them (I stick to PGs!)
Last weekend we went to the Drive-In with Ashley and Jeff, and I have never felt so American. We brought tons of blankies and cuddled up in the back of Kevin's truck.



Thankfully, real life isn't like the movies, and I wasn't stranded at the Drive-in, especially as Kevin forbade me from singing it.


I have one week to prepare myself for the greatest American holiday of all time....The Fourth of July!

This is my first 4th in the United States (I don't count the ones before I moved to England. I was three, like I can remember that!) Our big plans are: the parade (unfortunately I won't be in it), to float the Provo river, hike Squaw Peak and watch the fireworks. Of course we are always open to other ideas....just waiting for an invite.

I Hate To Brag...

...but wouldn't you?

Flying? Or Falling With Style?

We attended the Air Show in celebration of the Air Force this weekend. Kevy, who's first dream in life was to be in the Air Force, was in heaven:

And so was I:

(Generally, I like to get a little more personal in photos - but I was too scared to touch them, they looked so tough in their jump suits. Clearly, for the photo they chose to drop the facade and smile...)

I told Kevy before we left, that I wanted a hamburger, a photo with a man in uniform and my own wings! Check, check and check! (Please note very small wings on shirt)

We had to wait in line behind a bunch of 7 year olds for this photo....So worth it.

Apparently making your own sound effects isn't the done thing at an air show, as I seemed to be the only person doing this.

The Opening Ceremony, made me actually want to be American (a strange feeling, considering I am American) There is just something about the National Anthem being sung while people jumped out of an airplane, very dramatic!

We had a great time, but Kevy has been rethinking his career choice ever since. The choice is clearly between whether I want to be the wife of a NFL Coach or a wife of Brigadier General...(FYI - I like to dream big.)

All Her Ducks In A Row

The reason why I carry my video camera everywhere:

Close up with really bad filming, apparently I can't laugh and film at the same time:

What do you call a Fish with no I?

It's safe to say, I hate fishing. So when I mentioned to Kevin that I would go fishing with him, before I could even say: "Bob's your uncle", I had my very own fishing pole and fishing license. Points to Kevin for Carpe Temporis Punctum (Seizing the moment. I took three years of Latin, no big)

We quickly discovered that Bait fishing is not for me. I've never been good at sitting or being quiet, and if I have to do both at the same time, there's going to be trouble! (My dad will be the first to agree with this.) However, I almost enjoyed myself with the style of fishing where you constantly cast and reel.

Below is an example of the perfect cast and the biggest hair:

After two hours of fishing (I have absloutely no idea how I lasted that long), I can safely say that Jordanelle Resvoir is fresh out of fish, because I didn't catch a thing!

Oh and if you want the answer to the joke, you need to ask me in person. As it is very lame in writing. If you would really like to hear the joke told well, you should probably speak to Michelle. She has mastered stealing my jokes and telling them better then me.