50's Car Show

Every year the city of Coeur D'alene host a 50's themed classic car show called the Car D'lane (isn't that cute?). We have made it a point to attend as many as possible and this year was no exception. The weather was beautiful, the cars were awsome and we all had a great time checking out these classic dream cars.

The boys took this picture just for you Grandpa Odell! This bison sculpture is one of my favorites we have downtown, and we thought you might like it.

Shiny, LOVE the color!

I think the boys were pretty tired by this point in the day. Shortly after we went to the beach to cool off for a while.

The next pictures are some of my personal favorites

I love panel wagons!

This one was my favorite of all the cars this year.

I'm ready for that road trip, Dear!

Jonathan's favorite for the day.

This one nathaniel spent 15 minutes drooling over and asking the owner tons of questions. We finally abondoned him to continue looking at other cars. Do you think we have a lead foot in our future???

BEWARE: Nathaniel typing

So I was sitting next to mom (she requires that I call her mom on her birthday), when she gave me my laptop (which she thinks is hers), and tells me to update the family blog. I guess I'll start with the youth conference I got back from yesterday. There was about 1600 youth there, which is unimportant, however, there was about 800 girls, which is probably the most prominent (if not only) reason why I went. The dance was two and a half hours, me and Jake (I suppose I could say "Jake and I" but I won't), danced with about ten girls each and regardless to what Ty tells you he danced maybe twice.
Day two of the youth conference consisted of two thousand mormons sitting in a large room listening to war stories then making Christmas and Thanksgiving day cards to those serving in Iraq, one soldier who spoke referred to Iraq as "the land of death and contention." Then we watched a presentation about teen closet, which is the most inaccurate description of foster care that I ever heard, I was trying very hard not to laugh when they said that "all the social workers would like to provide for the children as much as possible". Then they said "there could be a foster child sitting right next to you" and then I couldn't take it anymore I had to burst in laughter.

After the youth conference my family put me in a dress and then showed me to a bunch of old men in dresses and tried to convince me this was normal (highland games). I came too late to see any of the games, but I got to see some celtic (pronounced kéltik, NOT séltik) dancing and singing.

Ian is totally loving having any excuse to re-inact the movie Braveheart!

You'll never guess what's under here...

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I suppose I should blog about the logging we did almost a year ago because both mom and Jonathan (he has to wait for his birthday just like laur-I mean, mom) hinted very heavily about that. In all these photos Jonathan is the one with the beaming grey hair, Ian is the one hiding from work, I'm the one in the orange hat (I was not interested in "accidentaly" getting hit with a splitting maul by Jonathan), mom is the one hiding behind the camera, Grandpa was being Grandpa, and kya was sitting in the truck bossing us around.

Now that you've seen me in these pictures you're probably wondering something...I like dinner and a movie, long walks on a beach, I prefer redheads, but I'll settle for a smoking hot blonde. Contact my dating advisor Laura Dale.