thanks!

Our trip to Mexico started off right.  Thayne and I unsuspectingly laid out our travel outfits Sunday night for out 7:15 AM departure to beautiful Cancun, Mexico....lo and behold, when Monday morning came...

The classic "I-laid-out-the-exact-same-outfit-as-Thayne-again" Davis family curse.  It happens around once a week.  I made Thayne change outfits so the other couples on the trip wouldn't be jealous of how compatible and in love we are.

 What would a trip anywhere be without...fishing?!  Thayne, James, and my dad took a morning to go bone fishing and caught some fearsome barracudas along the way!

I know this is an inappropriate amount of photos of us in these awesome lifejackets, but I couldn't pick just one.  On a day trip to Isla Mujeres (Woman Island!), we took a little boat around the bay to esnorklear (as the Mexicans say) and see the beauty that lies beneath the water. Sadly for James, the island was not full of mujeres.

We met a bunch of tropical fish and some friendly barracudas that were nice enough not to eat us.

We also made good friends with this shark who has apparently lost the will to live.  If I were him, I'd have chomped through that homemade cage and any human who got in my way and swim to freedom! Speaking of illegal, as we were walking past this little sandy area on the beach, we noticed some hotel workers watching about 100 baby turtle struggle their way out of the sand.  We witnessed the miracle of life on this trip and it was amazing.  Later in the evening, we were allowed to come down and set the baby turtles free into the ocean.  We, of course, drew a line in the sand and raced them to the ocean.  This = Federal Offense in the USA?

Picture on the left: obviously we all gained 5 pounds this week. Picture on the right: this is a tower where Mormon cried repentance unto the wicked people.  Joke, but seriously, Chichen Itza was incredible.  What a great opportunity to step into the past and see what this great Mayan civilization could do! We also learned about December 21, 2012...you know, the end of the world.  It's apparently going to be pretty epic.  Too bad we have the Davis family Christmas party that night, the Mayans will have to reschedule.

 All in all, the trip was about family.  We had such a fun time just being together, eating anything we could get our hands on together, getting horribly sunburned together, getting lost on Mexican highways together, and eating some more together.  I am so grateful to have a family where every single member is important and contributes something unique (and I mean UNIQUE) to the whole of it.  Thayne and I both felt such gratitude for both of our families and the support and examples and friends they are to us.  We are grateful for the covenants and promises that bind us together forever.  We are thankful we can mess up and be forgiven and we are thankful for the wonderful week we had with the Bourne's.  Mom, dad, mikey, ash, havey, jamesy, katie, sam, sophie....WE LOVE YOU!  And we are also grateful for food.

why it pays to have people think you are dumb

Well, friends, let me let you in on a little secret.  Most people who see my resume and don't know me think I'm a smarty pants...Master's degree, second language, love to read the classics, involved in all sorts of jazz...blah blah blah. They are called the first level of people. The second level of people make me laugh the hardest because they think I am 100% an idiot. I think it's the whole friendly, smiley vibe that I try to put off.  The second levelers know me from class or work or from down the street.  The few who know me down to the soul (the third level of people=Thayne, my parents, etc.) know that I'm really dumb with just a few, certain things...like adding numbers or remembering peoples' names. I'd like to  focus this post on the second type of people.

duhhhh.....

Dear people who think I am dumb:  Thank you.  That Advanced Corporate Tax 2 class project that the six of us were assigned to was weighing on my mind.  The six steps of that merger of a corporate entity turned S-Corp with the partnership followed by a negotiated, tax-fee exchange and a Section 355 split up to divide the assets properly among the shareholders was a DOOZY!  So thank you for writing a special email to me saying that I am special and you have collectively decided to assign me the portion of the paper and presentation that covers the step that our professor claimed was so easy a "drunk dog could do it".  Cool!  Definitely leaves me more time to glaze over an not accomplish anything.  

Conclusion:

So, blog people, make sure those around you think you are dumb because nobody will expect anything of you = less work for you.

someone's in trouble...

This little beauty is courtesy of my handsome husband.  Gerbers are kind of our thang.  I get them on special occasions like birthdays and President's day, randomly as a thoughtful surprise, or sometimes (very rarely)when Thayner gets in trouble.  This particular flower is penance for Thayne not being able to read my mind...obviously he should be able to...then he would've known to swoop in and do the dishes and then finish vacuuming the house.  I never thought I was one of those psycho women, but the tongue-lashing Thayner got last night begs to differ.  Hence, I got a beautiful Gerber, an even more beautiful "thank you/sorry" hybrid card, and a great evening cross country skiing with my perfect husband (details about eight inches down).

My husband is a super hero.

 Speaking of super heroes, did I mention how cool my Young Women are?  For Young Women's in Excellence, we are doing a super hero themed extravaganza and tonight we started preparing the decorations. Good thing Claire was there, or Miles would've fallen into that city skyline...

 Remember how I said that Gerbers were our thang? Well, we have decided to make cross country skiing our Thang with a capital T. We went last night up in midway and saw deer frolicking and stars twinkling.  The photo below is our backyard.  I came home from Young Womens and Thayner was making his third lap around Canyon Rim Park (aka our back yard).  2014 Olympics, here we come!

boo

As my very wise friend, Katie Swanson, said yesterday: "Halloween is my favorite holiday because it's the only one that I don't have to think about a deeper meaning."  So here, for your viewing pleasure, is a smorgasbord of our 2012 Halloween memories.

Tanna had us over for a lovely apple-dippin, donut-eatin extravaganza, my mom was a gypsie, the Knudsons killed us in the pumpkin-carving contest, and Janene made donuts while Glen gave 2-year-old bumble bees panic attacks.

We love you and hope your had a spooky Halloween!  Ps-As a grandpa, Thayne is going to be a major hottie! 

Score me: 1 old age: 0