Anti Cow. Pro Beef, Steak, Hamburger, Ribs . . .

I discovered something new about myself tonight that I think subconsciously I've known all along: I am not a farmer. I do not like animals, nor can I herd them in an appropriate/helpful fashion.

At times when James has to herd runaway cows back into a corral (ie tonight,)I do not possess any of the important qualities that a great farm hand should.

• I wear Jesus sandals instead of boots, which really puts a damper on my speed when trudging through weedy terrain.




• I choose to karate kick the air surrounding the cows instead of doing anything else that would possibly get the cows to move.




• I complain because it smells funny and the cows are gross and covered in flies instead of being tough.




• I incessantly ask James if the cow is going to attack me because of the way it is staring at me.




• I prissily skimper off in the opposite direction when I should be herding the cows toward the gate.




• And, as soon as the cows are back in I tip-toe (because I'm in Jesus sandals and the weeds are poky) back to the car because it stinks, and I don't want to help fix the fence.

UVU Graduation

(I circled myself just in case you struggle identifying the back of my head.)

Yeah people, I GRADUATED . . . way back in May, but I finally remembered to ask my dad for my pics, so enjoy!

Trisha, Poe, and Baby Eva were nice enough to endure the all day affair.

Mom and Dad were very proud of their favorite child.

James finds intelligent women to be irresistible.

And yeah, I have no shame in rubbing it in everyone's face that I'm the only Lloyd child to graduate with honors! I'm highly intelligent if you didn't realize that already.

A Very Horsey Birthday

"NEIGHHHH, HEIGHHHH, NEIGHHHH!"

(Translation: "Happy Birthday, Horse!")

July 4, 2009

Yesterday (July 4, 2011) marked two years since James proposed to me.

These are some of my fond memories of our engagement:

1. 
   
   That night at dinner, before he proposed, he chugged down about 10 Mt. Dews and was extremely hyper; now I know why.




2. 
   
   He proposed in front of the Smithsonian Castle in Washington, D.C. (Yeah, that's where they filmed some of Night at the Museum 2.)




3. 
   
   He actually planned on proposing at the Capitol building right after the fireworks, but when we got up there, there were a million people around. I guess he chickened out.




4. 
   
   I had on new, really cute gladiator sandals that were KILLING my feet from all the walking around, so I wasn't super happy. James apparently didn't care and was determined to find a good/private spot to propose. (Ha private! It was the 4th of July in D.C.)




5. Although I can't remember exactly what he said, I'm sure it was really cute, and obviously I said yes.




6. James did the best job at picking out my ring, and he did it all by himself!




7. My sister Trisha, who we were staying with, was a big freak and worried the whole time we were gone that we were going to get mugged/murdered/lost before we made it back to her apartment.




8. The funniest/worst memory of all is weeks later when we went to have our engagement pictures taken. James passed out in the back seat of my mom's car on the way there, and I had seriously thought he died. While I was busy FREAKING OUT and yelling for my mom to call 911 (although we were mere blocks away from the hospital,) James luckily came to. The funniest part is WHY James passed out, but if I posted that James would probably see to it that I was murdered, so I'll just leave this story with my family members laughing and the rest of you wondering why.

Here's to two amazing years with James Alvey!

Adorableness

Disclaimer: Chad and Amanda should not become offended over this post because it is meant in the most loving of ways. You both know how much I love (my namesake) Claira.

Does anyone remember this cartoon/sitcom from years ago?

And these were its oh so lovable characters.

I personally loved this show when I was younger. I especially loved the little baby on it because I thought "it" (I'm never sure if I figured out if "it" was a boy or a girl) so fully encompassed the definition of ADORABLE.

Well, I had completely forgotten about this fond childhood tv show of mine until I saw this.

And that made me think of this.

And now I realize why I love Claira so much.

Things We Love About Delb

The Delb in all his glory

Even though we should really call him dad, he'll answer to Delb too.
He is missing half a finger and often tries to convince small children they lost it.

He has a fondness for weird hats and ugly clothing.

He is an excellent ironer and baggage boy.

He is weird sometimes, and he does not give a %$@#!

He loves cheese and hot sauce with a passion unmatched by any other.

He becomes obsessed with things for large spans of time. Obsession since I've been alive: fly fishing, bonsai trees, weight lifting, the end of the world, gardening.

He willingly admits that I'm his favorite child. Right, dad?
He is genuine and loving, and he is just good old Delb!

Hope you had a good Father's Day. Love you, Dad!

What's New with Your Favorite Awkward Couple

Since I've been really awful at posting anything lately (1: because I'm lazy, 2: because we haven't done anything too interesting lately, 3: because we REALLY need a new camera, and 4: because I'm fairly certain Amanda is the only person that religiously reads this and she knows everything anyway) well . . . despite #4, I thought I'd give you (Amanda) a quick recap of anything important that I've missed, which is a lot.

#1: I GOT A JOB! You are know honored to be reading the blog of the newest English teacher of Gunnison Valley Middle School. I'll be teaching 8th grade English and some other weird class that I guess I'm suppose to make up.

The school I'll be working at.

#2: BECAUSE OF MY NEW JOB, WE'LL BE MOVING! We're looking for a house to rent in Gunnison (I'm REALLY sick of living in apartments), but nothing much is available, so whether we end up buying, renting, living in Gunnison, or just being homeless, WE'RE MOVING!


#3: JAMES SOLD HIS TRUCK! I would just like to say that it was all his idea; I told him he did not have to, but he sold it to some plig lady anyway, and then he was sad about.

Good bye, poor truck!

#4: WE'RE BUYING ME A NEW CAR! We decided that since we're probably moving to Gunnison and James will be commuting quite a bit to Richfield, he would drive my beastly white car (that gets good gas mileage) and I would get a new car. Hopefully somthing like this.





#5 AMANDA AND CHAD HAD A BABY GIRL AND I LIKE TO THINK THEY NAMED HER AFTER ME! Although they won't fully admit that she is my namesake, HELLO her name is Claira (yeah, I came up with that) Kae (yeah, that's my middle name) Lloyd (yeah, that used to be my last name too). She is adorable, and fat, and jolly, and we love her, and . . . she is definetly named after her favorite aunt!

The tutu I made her.

See, very jolly.

#6 TRISHA AND KEVIN HAD A BABY GIRL TOO! Tradgically she was not named after me. Her name is Eva Grace Daniels, and she is adorable, and fat, and not so much jolly, but very sassy, and we love her too!

Eva the Diva.

I had to make her a tutu too.