I will mess with Texas

At the end of June Darrell and I went to visit our sister, Natalie, in Texas. Our activities included: hanging out at the apartment and playing with the Ethan and Libby/sleeping, the pool, Man vs. Wild, seeing where JFK got capped, eating...a lot, food poisoning, arboretum, Dallas Temple, seeing Janet and kids, rodeo, and an awesome photoshoot.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words so I will let them do the talking.

JFK. RIP.

So Sunday afternoon Dar and I went for a walk and it turned into an urban photoshoot. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

(I think the one above is SWEET!!)

Ok, there is this robot man by Nats house. I love him. There are three of this guy down the street. One of him standing, one playing the guitar, and one sinking. The sinking one makes me really sad. The guitar one is my favorite!

We had such a blast!!!! Thanks Mavis for letting us come visit you.

To Pleat or Not to Pleat

There are two kinds of people in this world...Those who like/wear pleated pants and those don't. I am one of the latter, my brother Darrell, is one of the former.
Darrell insists on bringing someone shopping with him, this task usually falls to me because everyone else he has taken in the past refuses to go with him again. I am his sister so I feel obligated but today was the last. I will never go shopping with Darrell ever again. Mark my words.
Let me explain, Darrell is the biggest tightwad in the world, but only about certain things. It is the strangest thing. He will spend $100 on a pair of sunglasses without blinking an eye but refuses to spend over $20 on nice dress pants! To me this makes no sense. And this is not an isolated incident. It seems like every time I go shopping with him we spend hours and hours at the mall looking for well fitting, cheap cloths that don't exist. I usually end up mad and super frustrated. Today was no exception. After trying on several really nice looking pants he insists on buying the most atrocious pair of pleated pants I have ever seen! That was the last straw. I have shopped my last with Darrell. I leave the task to some other poor fool. Pray it is not you.