The 4th

We went up to Holbrook for the 4th, obvs. But I didn't take very many pictures or very good ones. Whoops.

Apparently we fed a lot of animals though. See for yourself:

Goats


Cow


Sheep


Because that's how we do.

After we were warned to not turn our backs towards the sheep because they are known to ram, Zach promptly did this:

But no ramming occurred, to his disappointment.

Another thing we did was go to the Joe City parade which is actually just kids riding their bikes down main street, who knew? Emily and Ben brought their own interpretation of 4th of July attire in the form of lime green and pink.


Also there was a teeter-totter at one point.


And Grandpa.


And some clouds.


And Dene pulling weeds, because if nothing else in this world makes sense, if nothing seems reliable or stable, if you are lost in a existence of uncertainty; have peace, because you can always know without a doubt, that somewhere in the world, Ordene Guttery is pulling weeds.

Some kitty and some house

Basically all we do these days is work on the house and play with Pegs. Which is actually pretty awesome. Until Zach gets frustrated with a home improvement project and I have to cover Peggy's ears.

So here's our kitchen table light fixture before.

Yuckies.

Here is the after.

Yay!

Peggy likes it too.

If that isn't a face of enthusiasm over a pendant light, I don't know what is.

She doesn't really like her picture taken; which doesn't stop me from spending the majority of the evening attempting this task. And titling all of the photos.


Ignoring Mom


Sneak Attacks Result in Blur Faces


Under the Chair, And Pissed

Zach watched Water World and ignored us until I demanded he take a picture of his two favorite girls. (After Megan Fox.)




And here is a couple more house pics; zoomed in as to not show the surrounding ugliness of unfinished projects of course. That's how I do.


Some art by the kitchen obvs.


Bookcase for work-in-progress-office.

SO effing excited.

It comes out right before my birthday, which means Zach will have to go. Moohahahaha.

A few things.

I like Sunday drives with Zach.

I don't like Saturday fights with Zach over sprinkler parts in the middle of Home Depot. I also don't like dropping long pieces of lumber off of my cart while I attempt to haughtily walk away.

That's all. Just keepin' it real around here as far as marriage n' shit goes.

Rescue Mission

The other night we discovered a baby bird in our sprinkler valve box. We weren't really sure what to do with her so we just said something like, "Sad." And walked into the house. I noticed throughout the evening Zach was a little distracted.

Later I went in the backyard to find this situation:

When I asked what he was doing, he replied that he was drilling a tupperware dish into our tree to make a nest for the bird. Well of course he was.

We transferred her from the valve box to the psuedo nest and fed her mashed up cat food using a match stick; as directed by Google.


Zach named her Penelope. She wasn't that cute.


And despite all our efforts when we got home from work the next day she was...um not alive. RIP Penelope.

Rescue Mission fail. Sorry Zach, good effort though.

Zion

I went to Utahr with my mama for the 2009 Hunsaker family reunion; and all the drama, potluck dishes, and fuss babies that accompany such an event.


Here's my mom in front of her old BYU stomping grounds slash ghetto apartment.


Cousins! Everyone was there but the Griffster, it was agreed he shall be photoshopped in at a later date.


Aunts and uncles! Also pictured, my mom's new purse. Note that part of this purse is constructed of white canvas. If you think that 75% of her energy this trip was focused on keeping that white canvas clean; you would be right. I dubbed it our third travel companion.

We also got to see Utah resident, Malia Meadows Call during our visit. Her condo improvements were very cute.


The famous Lady doing a trick. I got lots of palm licks from Lady, thanks Lady.


It rained the whole time we were there, here's a magical rainbow.


And here's a fussy sween. It's difficult to comfort her when she's in this mood because I am too busy laughing and taking pictures.

Best purchase I've ever made

I just bought this for my house, and if you're not jealous of it; well then, you're dead to me.

Thiefs

Pegs contaminating my drink. Like she always does.



I have to constantly guard my glass of water. Not to mention I'm already on high alert with my plate of food due to Zach. Basically I eat and drink like I'm in prison: quickly, shifty-eyed, and low to the table.