the next weekend

Oh my creative naming ability astounds me. "the weekend", "the next weekend", I should get a job naming stuff.

So this past weekend we went to St. George sans children. It was a good weekend, full of eating food and doing fun stuff outside. As a result I gained a few pounds and I'm avoiding balancing the checkbook today. Here are some pictures along with my ever so witty commentary. This is not a DVD, there is no option of viewing with the commentary turned off, besides, why would you want to?

Here's J and I overlooking St. George at night. He's looking in my pocket for some fudge or money. Unfortunately I ate it all and spent it all.

St. George's red rocks are great for climbing on...or in. Jeremy found this little hole and asked if I could get in there. Obviously I did. It will be a sad day when I'm old and can no longer climb into little holes. Or too fat because of fudge.

To borrow a phrase from Alexis: "What the heck?" That's me and my sister-in-law Shandy, in what she calls "the crack". I don't know if that is it's real name or if that's what she's dubbed it, but it's a tiny space between two rocks probably about 100 feet long. If you are much bigger than me, you probably won't fit. And if your nose is even 1/8" longer than mine, you won't be able to turn your head while in there. Sorry, it's kind of an annoying picture to view. Click on it and it will be larger and easier to see.

Here we are looking victorious, straddling "the crack" to show that we conquered it. Now that we've gone through, we can go back to eating fudge. (To clear up any confusion, we walked through the crack, we did not climb up it.)

Here's me rock climbing. Yep, I climbed up there. First I sat on Jeremy's shoulders, then he hoisted me up there and I held on for the 3 seconds required to take this picture.

Then Jeremy climbed up this little rock and I took a picture to prove that he was on the trip too. I would have helped him get up but I had fudge on my fingers. And he didn't need it.

We also did other fun stuff like rollerblading, tennis, swimming, shopping, bike riding and of course GOLF. Well, I didn't do that but I was supportive of it. And all this fun would not have been possible without my parents and sister and Deanna watching the kids. I was very happy to see them when we got back, especially because no one cut Tyler's hair while we were gone. And thanks to Justin and Shandy for inviting us, and for Shandy's parents letting us use their house.

Stay tuned next week for a post titled "the next next weekend" which will include a report of our upcoming trip to the "city of sin", where no sinning will be done by us.