Last weekend we had the Relay For Life. For those who are unfamiliar with that, it is a bunch of local businesses that come together to raise money for the cancer society. This took place at Bonneville High Schools stadium. There has to be someone on the track, from your team, walking at all times. My job happened to have had a few teams and a booth there. This picture is of my friend Melinda (she is the one with the hat and the finger bunny ears). I work with her and she is a CANCER SURVIVOR!! Thank you for living Melinda, I love you!!! She is one of the strongest people I know, she was married at 19, had twins at 20, one of which died at birth. She got cancer, kicked it... Her home had a rare form of mold from a flooded basement and the clean up crew did a sloppy job, her husband died from a RARE desiese he developed from the mold, their entire house and everything inside had to be destroyed and rebuilt. She has been remarried, had quadrouplettes(4 babies at one time) they are now 4 years old, one of which has a severe case of hydrocyphelis and is a wonder to all the doctors at Primary Children Hospital, he was in the hospital for 3 weeks in which time he had 7 surgeries and is still not for sure out of the woods. And now she is ready to battle the cancer again. Look at that smile. She is like that most of the time. Makes ya wonder why we ever have the right to complain about anything right!!
On the lighter side, my job is at a plasma collection center and they have a mascot suit, which I volunteered Jeff to wear, this is him getting suited up. The blue packs around his waist are icepacks to keep him cool and that stylish pointy hat is to hold up the suit into a nice hershey kiss type form.
We laughed so hard watching this girl I work with climb into his hiney to help him in. Jeff said one time she grabbed his manhood totally violating him by accident.
Now who can resist this hottie. I am kissing him. Don't ya love his tiny stub hands poking out the front. Oh my gosh!
Check out those moves. Carson is dancing with him and Maycee is standing back cracking up.
WHAT A SPORT right. It was all for a good cause, I think there was like $40,000 dollars raised for this event. Rock on!!
Well I am not too far behind with my trip, it has only been a week since I have been home and look at me already. Here we are on the way to Jenny's on the plane. We had SO much fun on there, suprisingly, usually planes are not too fun but this flight was exceptional. We were in the very back seat right by the bathroom and the flight attendants seat. We laughed and laughed!!!! I can not believe there are so many people that have to go potty over and over on the airplane. For some reason we found it humerous and we got real silly. We actually hi-jacked my mom when she came out of there once and threw her on her seat, the guy waiting in line to go in next was just a little nervous to come out but we were easy on him.
This is Jenny's backyard, it is so pretty. It is like a tiny forrest right there. It was such a nice afternoon, this is where we had lunch after church. It was the Primary program in her ward, a good surprise to us. Anyway, what better way to eat "after church" pancakes huh!!
After church and lunch we went to this very beautiful place called Whips Ledges. It is an awesome place for hiking around. There are so many trees and little trails all through the ledges. The whole ground was covered with leaves, it was hard to tell where or what we were stepping on a lot of the time.
Here is one of the giant rocks that there were to climb on, in fact my mom and Tammy never left this rock once we found it. Look at the background, I don't think I have ever been anywhere that there were so many pretty trees, here in the forrest all we have are pine trees, pretty but just not the same.
Ride 'em cowboy. Why not hitch a ride on the giant log in the middle of the trail.
And here are my mom and Tammy....still safely on the giant rock. It was a very nice day and like always, lots of laughs!!! I will post the rest of the trip later, but here is the first day.
