The Last Two Weeks

Let me start with the weekend of the 11, 12, 13 - also known as Justin's stag/camping adventure. Leading up to that weekend, he was the busiest person around, packing this, finding that. I barely saw him that week at all. Him and a friend (Lincoln) had an idea for awhile to make a toilet to go into the reciever of the trailer hitch; Justin decided he needed this invention for his stag, and got at making it (have I mentioned he's a jouneymen welder); aptly named the "Hitch n Shit:"

Then, they (Justin, his cousin/best man, two groomsmen, and Sheldon) were all off to the mountains to enjoy and celebrate manhood, and his freedom. They headed off into the wilderness, packing their guns, bow and arrows, a block of peat moss, a cooler of beer, and some food.

I couldn't believe when I saw this picture, the snow that's still on the mountains is pretty unreal. Justin did say they were up really high though.

I have learned something about the oposite sex with this batch of pictures that came back: picture taking is not a top priority of theres. My stagette is this Friday, and I just know there'll be some pretty crazy pictures, mostly of people (you know the point the camera at arms length and huddle together photos), and the crazy shinanigans that come with being a bride-to-be. Gauranteed I'll have more pictures than Justin came home with of his stag!

So, Sheldon cannot be explained. He is just someone that needs to be experienced to understand him! Seriously! He just bought a brand new lawn chair for that weekend, and he ended up ripping the arm fabric, and then it ended up in the fire.

Then last week happened. Justin and I got a call on Tuesday around noon that his Grandpa had a heart attack, and was in ICU. We both left work, to be with him, and find out what exactly happened. Long story short, it was a bit of a rollercoaster of a week, waiting to find out test results, waiting by the phone - hoping it wouldn't ring with bad news. Then Thursday came. Grandpa Pearse lost his battle. We had family back over to our house after they left the hospital, which was really nice; reminiscing and remembering was exactly what we all needed.

Fast forward to yesterday. My work is participating in the Dragon Boat Festival held this weekend at a local lake. They've practiced a couple times now, and are improving drastically. Because my stagette/bridal shower are happening this weekend also, I'm a drylander (aka cheerleader/photo/video taker). So, last night I sat watching my co-workers practice with my General Managers dog in tow.

So, as you can see, blogging and scrapbooking - not so much a priority right now.