Ben's First Zoo Trip

We took a trip to the Zoo last week.

Ben was so stoked... Can you tell?

Okay, it interrupted his nap, so he needed some time to adjust to the smells and unfamiliar looking creatures... and the animals

Mom & Ben with the elephants

Then there were the Longnecks....

and those stripety things..

That would be a Bear... Not in the red, but the dark thing behind him.

The Golden Rhinos that don't mind if you sit on their faces...

But, the very best part was when the elephant took a GIGANTIC LEAK. Like, Amazon-style... Holy moley! It went on for about 2 minutes!

Update

I've been informed by a fellow blogger or two that I seem to have become obsolete out here in Blogspace. So what 's the dealy-o? Well, some may refer to me as a "Lazy-Blogger." Others may have mistakenly assumed that I am far too busy... Well, neither description is entirely correct. I have always cataloged myself as an inadvertent blogger, the unambitious variety. One who is more entertained by the compelling candor found on the more generously-adorned domains. You know the type(s) with their slideshows, cutesy backgrounds, recent family photos, Jonas Brothers music playlists, paying advertisers, anxious fan clubs, blogstalkers, etc. I have none of these things. I wouldn't mind any one of them, but life is about priorities.

For example, sometimes my toenails come first. I'm a little obsessed with the French manicure. It's been going on for over a year now, and I'm afraid to admit that I sometimes can't sleep at night without my piglets in perfect order. We're talking decals and the whole nine yards. A few late nights, folks. A few late nights...


Not bad for an amateur, eh?


Just don't get Rhett started... Don't even get him started...















And then there is the matter of my new set of wheels. I've recently taken up the sport of cycling. Meet my new best friend. A Fuji newest 2.0 starter road bike with 24 gears, toe baskets, extra brakes (for novices), and totally decent components.














I love to ride and have been known to associate with a biker's gang these past few months. Yah, don't mess with us. We've got primary teachers, relief society secretaries, bishopric-counselor's-wives, and apartment dwellers, just to name a few. I would post the picture of my new biker tat, but it would be inappropriate.



What else. Uh, I turned 28 a few weeks back and am still in mourning. That sucks. Went to my 10-year high school reunion as well. What a delight... Guess I'm not the biggest tool in my graduating class. I'm also not in Law school or finishing rotations in any hospitals either. Yep, I'm content with my mediocrity.
Just some LHS '98 cuties. I mean , hot mommas.
(Sorry, Meag. I've totally pirated your pictures)


















Other than that, there's not much else left to say. Well besides this:



A) Eagerly anticipated. Over-hyped (disappointing).












B) Over-glorified. Way!











C) I've said too much.

The Next Joker

Purely diabolical, ain't he?

Empty nest syndrome.

So it has been about a month since my last post. I fully intended to keep you up to date on the hummingbird situation (because you have been sooo anxiously waiting). So the hummingbird built a nest in our Christmas lights, and the nest yielded an actual baby hummingbird. But unfortunately, we were unable to get a good shot in the nest with the camera since it's at a weird angle. So this is the best I could do. You might be able to see a little beak.

Before we knew it, the little devil just flew away. All that remains are the sweet markings of hummingbird defecation on our front window. That's right- bird poop.



So now we're just empty nesters... minus the nest egg.

Rhett J. Reisbeck for President

HOA president, that is...


If you have ever been a member of a Home Owners Association, you would know that these organizations require presidents, vice presidents, assistant vice presidents, secretaries, assistant secretaries, board members, financial executives, auxiliaries, waters boys, etc. All of this is decided at an annual HOA meeting. The five or six neighbors who willingly choose to attend the meeting have the pleasure of nominating one another for each post (i.e throwing one another under the bus), as the incumbent president insists on stepping down to allow another person the unmatched opportunity of holding the prestigious office. My dear husband, Rhett, has been a board member over the last year, and he is right at the top of the totem pole, so to speak. The former pres. is dropping the entire gig and the vice pres. is moving. That leaves Rhett, the only one left from the existing administration. Prior board members preferred for the top offices.


His policies are family friendly and his track record is outstanding. Let's hear it for Rhett!! Can I get a What-What?


P.S. Don't chop me up for this, okay Rhett? You don't want to tarnish your image.

A Hummingbird Hammock?

Imagine my delight at the sight of a hummingbird in my yard.

Let me first say that I live in a wind tunnel where most of mother nature's glory is blown to heck. If it's not nailed down or growing out of the ground, it's as good as gone. Secondly, hummingbirds are one of those whimsical creatures like unicorns or sock-monsters. You know they exist- you just never see 'em. But to see that one has actually built it's nest , or rather, a hammock, on our Christmas lights (the ones we leave up year-round) is beyond me!

Sitting pretty on her little commode of elegantly intertwined twigs and grasses.

Oh, the wonderment. And believe me when I say that those little devils are freakishly fast. I was barely able to snap a photo of the mythical figure in mid-flight. The rate at which their wings flap is like a million beats per minute. And I suppose there must be eggs in there because she really raised cain when I came near her like a paparazzi. She zipped around me at the speed of light. It was like the flight of the bumblebees on speed! I thought she might peck my eye out! Relax mother-bird. I'm not going to eat your jelly bean-sized eggs. Mmmm, jelly beans...

Look Out!!

My little helper

After a hard day of playing, our little baby is definately a baby boy.

Benji loves to be outside and this is him helping me get the trimmer ready for the yard.