That Sinking Feeling

You know that feeling...the one right in the pit of your stomach.  It comes when you see/hear something that you never want to hear or see.  So yesterday had been a pretty great day.  I was feeling better (just getting over a nasty head cold), had all my homework done for this week, got through my physics test without too many tears, and when I walked out from that test, it was snowing that beautiful flurry-like snow that you want on Christmas.  Pretty good day I'd have to say.  Well being sick, I ran out of my cold medicine, so I headed to the grocery store.  I finished shopping and when I walked outside, this is what I saw by my car:

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(Insert sinking feeling here) My exact thoughts were "Those lights are near my car...oh please no..not my car.  Please don't be my car."  It was the longest walk to my car that I've ever had after leaving the grocery store...and that includes one time where I almost cut all circulation off from my hand because I didn't want to bring the cart all the way out to where I parked.  All the way there I was blinded by the lights because it was dark outside.  I kept thinking how the police were just waiting for the poor victim to walk out from the grocery store to find their car totaled.  Trying to think on the positive side, I thought "Maybe they just find my car suspicious..." Oh boy, won't this be a fun story.  "No, I'm not a drug dealer or a molester even though this van fits that stereotypical description."


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Thank goodness when I finally got to my car, the cops weren't there to question me or share with me the dreaded news of an accident.  They had pulled over a vehicle in front of mine and it looked like a drug bust to me.  I opened my door and loaded my groceries, an then glanced over at the cops.  One gave me that 'suspicious grin look', as if to jokingly say "Good thing we are busy, or we might have questions for you."  I just waved back and drove back to my apartment.  There's no way I could be a cop, because there are too many stereotypes and I would questions everyone who fit the description haha.  Good thing the cops don't do that to me, or I would be pulled over every time I drove!

My Awesome Cheerleading Sister

I'm not kidding when I say that I have been to more high school girls basketball games this year than I went to my entire high school career.  I went to only a couple, and I've gone to at least four this year.  Thank goodness every time I've gone, I've had this cute chica to watch instead:

Meg cheers at the guy's games too...and wrestling matches...and...yeah, you name it and she's prolly been cheering for it.  Look how high she can jump!...actually, she gets higher, but I stink at capturing the right moment, so just imagine her right leg is about six inches higher haha.

Do you know how hard it is to try and get a good picture of cheerleaders when they are cheering? haha, I'd have to say that she is the cutest cheerleader out there....I prove it with the next photo

 Sometimes you can catch good ones...but only if you're lucky :)

Meg got to cheer with varsity for one of the nights when I was home for Christmas break.  Here she is helping present the flag...look how high that kick is!

I caught this photo of Shelb and thought it was super cute.

We got to see our cousin Sierra dance too! (She's in the middle)

Getting a good picture of a drill team dancer is even HARDER cause they move clear across the floor!

I thought this was a pretty neat move:

Then here are some videos too:

They've got their competition in a few weeks.  I'll be there!...and attempt to get some sort of a photo, but no promises haha.  Megan does a super great job, and could not be more busy this month.  She's got practice or a game practically every night of the week this month, and prolly next.   But she's an amazing cheerleader and if you haven't already, you should come and watch her! :)  

Keep it up girl!...but GET SOME SLEEP!!! haha, love ya Meg.

New Years Eve Trip

Finally every one is cured!...(knock on wood)

Dad was able to somehow avoid this flu bug that all of us girls

have had.  Shelby and Mom felt better Saturday morning, so

after Dad and I fed, we took off on a trip to Jackson Hole.

We took a little detour to try and see a mountain goat or sheep.

Meg trying to see a goat

Mom using Dad's new scope and Meg from inside the car. 

Dad looking too

If you can see any goats in the pictures, just let us know,

cause unfortunately we didn't see a single animal.

We saw a couple crows, and that was it.

So we headed to Jackson and the first stop was the

Yippy I-O Candy Co. Yum.

Shelby with some big jaw breakers.

Megan with those yummy mints

We should have been brave, but we weren't when it came

to the Clove flavored candy.

Yes Mom, clove flavored....this is the face I caught, haha

 Then Shelby found a HUGE jawbreaker.

Bring back memories Katie?

(We sucked on some all the way to northern Idaho for

a family reunion, and our tongues were completely raw

by the time we got there. Grandma had a good laugh.)

...made my tongue and jaw sore to just see them.

Megan and Shelby found this clock statue and didn't

know if they were supposed to touch it or not.

So Shelby then told Megan that they could touch it, 

and if anybody came up telling them otherwise,

Meg should tell the person that she was autistic and

didn't know any better, haha.

In front of the Jackson Arch

Then we walked through some shops. 

"When I count my blessings, I count you twice"...awww ;)

Then Dad bought a new rug to put on the porch.

We think it's pretty funny...so if you come to visit,

don't take the saying seriously, cause we like visitors! :)