Vacay!

Long time, no blog. Mr. Frisby and I have been out of town on vacation. We thought it would be a good idea to head out to Idaho and Utah to visit with family before the baby comes and things get crazy. Though the baby didn't come, things still got crazy. We figured out the stats on our way home:

Two birds killed by Ox
One unexpected funeral
Two lousy colds caught
One speeding ticket acquired
2,500 plus miles driven
38 plus hours in the car

All in about a week and a half. While heading into Nevada on day 1 of our vacation, I realized that we had forgotten the camera. So, we don't even have any documentation of our adventures except for a couple cell phone pics. In spite of the craziness, however, we had a good time and it was wonderful to spend time with family. Scout had a good time meeting new people and new dogs and ran herself totally ragged. She's literally been sleeping all day.

So, what did we do on our vacation? Let's see. We started out in Rexburg, ID with Mr. Frisby's family. We went four-wheeling and searched for treasures with a metal detector. Nobody hurt on the four wheelers and no treasures found with the metal detectors. We also went shooting. This was my one request while in Idaho and we had a great time. This was also one of the few activities documented with our cell phone cameras.



We determined that Baby likes the .357 Magnum best.

We also visited with Mr. Frisby's grandparents. This turned out to be a very worthwhile activity as Mr. Frisby's grandfather passed away just before we were getting ready to leave Rexburg and head to Utah to visit with my family. We continued with our plans to head to Utah and we headed down a day early since we would be returning to Rexburg for the funeral a few days later. While in Utah, I did some shopping with my sisters and we also went to a park in Provo Canyon for a little picnic and fun times. Then it was back up to Rexburg for the funeral. At the funeral, I got to meet some of Mr. Frisby's extended family that I had only heard about before. After the funeral, it was back to Utah for more time with my family.

Somewhere along the way near the tail end of the trip, Mr. Frisby got a cold. Then he gave it to me. Let's just say the drive home was miserable. And, that was pretty much our vacation. We're still recovering.

And, for the record, the speeding ticket was acquired by Mr. Frisby. I wasn't even in the car. And, we each had the "privilege" of being the driver when a bird was killed. But, truly, the birds were at fault. They literally flew into the car. Kind of stupid if you ask me. But, I don't credit birds with a lot of intelligence, so there you go. Frisby Family Vacay 2011!