Caught On Tape...

Valerie's brother posted this on their family blog and I thought it was worth sharing. Apparently this game was played yesterday - BYU won 1-0.

Look-A-Like?

I borrowed this mullet wig for my costume today and when I walked in the door with it on Riley said, "You look like Keith!" - You be the judge...

Halloween At The Johnson's

I took Riley, Macie and Charlotte to Melaleuca's Halloween extravaganza yesterday - Valerie has been sick so she stayed home. The girls had a great time, but were a little suspicious of The Grinch and The Cat In The Hat in Whoville. They also weren't real fond of the Pirates in the Pirate's Cave or the robots on the spaceship.

JAM SESSION

Last night for FHE, we used our newly acquired 2nd hand karaoke machine, so of course, family night evolved into a jam session. Here are the boys rockin' out.

Me, Charlotte and Macie were playing hide-and-seek tonight and Macie introduced us to her favorite hiding place. I don't think I want to know how she discovered she could get in there!

Hamming for Felix the photographer.

The best picture we can get of Rex's broken arm.

He doesn't like taking pictures most of the time.

Feeding the ducks on the river

1st day of preschool

Rex was such a snuggler with his cousins in Texas.

Felix in dog heaven with Buddy

Felix caught his first fish.

Another summer surfing with Uncle Steve

Rex gave it a go this year.

I think Rex preferred surfing on the sand.

"Best Bruders"

We just wanted to post some pictures since we've been fairly inactive participants on the blog. Hope everyone is doing well.

Heeby Jeebies

Here is another little tidbit from Florida.  I went to the boardwalk to shoot one of the models I had lined up while I was there and off to the sides were these dense, lush forest.  Automatically it caught my eye and I wanted to shoot there.  I went down to do a little scouting, and ran into a cob web.  When I pushed on it to get it out of my way, my hand felt a huge web.  I looked over to my left and about 2 feet from my head was the spider below.  It was just slightly smaller than my hand....fingers and all.  Needless to say, I have never moved so fast in my life.  I'm sure the high-pitched screaming and all the flailing didn't put the girl I was shooting at ease.  I blamed my pee stained pants on the humidity.  These 8-legged man eaters were EVERYWHERE in the trees once I took a look from a safe distance where I shot the photos.  It creeps me out just thinking about it.  I checked what type of spider it is, and it's called a Golden Orb-Weaver. Hence the golden web.  I could have been called the golden-stream-in-pants-maker after seeing that evil sucker.  Try not to have nightmares.  

p.s.  I'm pretty sure that smaller male spider is no longer with us.  It gives a whole new meaning to having your head bitten off by your spouse.  

daddy's girl

Daddy's little girl.  Yes, it's true, my little girl went to Homecoming.  I got a little teary as she and her primped posse rolled out of the driveway in a 15 passenger van with tinted windows.  A polygamist limousine basically.  She looked amazing, as you can see from the pictures.  Her date Skylar was a very nice young man.  The only thing I told him was, "can I trust you to take care of my daughter tonight?"  He said yes, obviously the only correct answer.  I picked her up at midnight from a pool party they had after the dance.  Needless to say, she said she said it was a perfect night.  Again, how is a dad not supposed to get a tad misty over that.  I'm only human!

The only hitch of the night was before her date arrived.  Bubba was panicking because she forgot a boutonniere.  No problem.  I figured, how hard can it be to build one out of an Albertson's rose?  Bubba, Gina (her faithful companion) and I went to the store and picked up aforementioned rose and some enormous needles (no straight pins to be found).  We got back to the house and I was MacGivering a boutonniere when the task seemed hopeless.  I came up with an ingenious plan.  I took the rose, greenery and baby's breath, tossed them on the floor and stomped them.  I thought Bubba was either going to cry.  When I explained the method to my madness, it became clear that I am, in fact, a genius AND an incredible liar.  Her date arrived and I told him I had forgotten the real boutonniere at my house and had accidentally sat on the makeshift one.  Of course Bubba, being the brutally honest one, foiled my plan and spilled the beans.  I must say that my plan was still the most logical, because if bubba had tried to pin that little rose on him with the giant needle she had, she would have given him a heart transplant and I doubt we could have stopped the bleeding.  It all worked out in the end.  Enough said.  I'm old. My daughters are getting bigger and more beautiful everyday, and I have no idea how to make a boutonniere.  I'll practice for the Weasel's Homecoming.

KJ