Sunday, January 01, 2006

Christmas Bliss

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Lina's favorite Christmas present

Please note Lina's beautiful Santa outfit provided by Auntie Laura. Posted by Picasa

Fun at Christmas

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Isn't he handsome?

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Nice Pearl Braclet

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Wow

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What a cutie

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Ryan

No, he's not mine, but isn't he cute? Posted by Picasa

Lina

Posted by Picasa Thanksgiving in Califonia

BYU at the Vegas Bowl!

Posted by Picasa Yeah, yeah. So we lost. But! Mike and I got to drive down to sunny Las Vegas with our friends Ben and Jill and not only did we not get any speeding tickets, which we unfortunately can't say for our last road trip, we also got to stay in our own separate smoke-filled Super 8 motels! That's right--separate motels, not rooms. That's because Mike and I reserved room at a Super 8, drove there via google maps, and watched as Ben and Jill checked out a room, a non-refundable room. We had one of those too; Las Vegas is good for that. The only problem was that our reservation was for a Super 8 motel eight miles away on the same road. Whoops.
Posted by Picasa Lina didn't mind the motel stiutation although she took issue with Mike and I when we tried to keep her off the stairs between the stadium seats once at the game. The stairs weren't safe becuase, although the Cal fans were so classy and nice (really--in fact our favorite fans sat diferctly in front of us, had made two bets on the game, and won both of them--we were happy for them despite our anti-gambling stance), they were also universally drunk which gave us pause when we drove out of the crowded parking lot. Fortunately the Cal fans were happy since Cal had held on to its seven point lead by intercepting a BYU pass with a minute left in the game and even more calming, we never actually drove more than three miles per hour while in the parking lot. Whew.

About Nikki

Posted by Picasa Twenty-seven, married with one daughter named Lina, obsessed with Veronica Mars, and liable to spend more time on singing Popcorn Popping than on personal grooming--that's me. This is Christmas at my mother-in-law's apartment.