Adventures and Bites

So, it's been a very long time. But still love me, I've been ridiculously busy and stressed with school. The semester is ending though, which makes life better.

SO! What have you missed?

Shooting Guns

So much fun! Zac got a new hand gun and it freaks me out to shoot. It throws your whole hand back. We went with our friends Kevin and Camille and their dog Titan, Nixon's brother. Turns out, when I actually get up the nerve to shoot the guns, I'm not a bad shot. Woot! Woot!

Bike Rides

Lately, Zac and I have been taking little bike rides and giving Nixon's leg an ultra workout by making him run along side us. He's getting bigger and eating TONS more, but he'll never be to big for scooter rides.

Scooter Rides

We went on a scooter ride up Millville Canyon. Once we got up to the canyon where it was all a dirt trail, we let Nixon off the leash. He was loving running next to us and smelling everything. However, trouble was just around the corner. HAHA! I'm sure the suspense is killing you right? Well, there was another dog, also not on his leash. Nixon was stoked to find a new friend and immediately ran up to the dog. It was when Nixon went to sniff the other dogs 'unmentionables' that all h-e-double hockey sticks broke out. This dog was not having it. There was a lot of growling and yelping and all sorts of noises; next thing I knew, Nixon was pinned under the other dog, and the other dog took the liberty of biting into Nixon's 'good' back leg. So, we went on our way, because, really, who was in the wrong? Both dogs were off their leashes. In the end, Nixon has a big ol' hole in his leg, from the canine tooth of the angry dog.

The vet has charged us for far too many other things, so we just poured hydrogen peroxide on it and glued the hole up with super glue. He's doing just fine, and we probably saved a hundred dollars. Stupid vets. Stupid angry dogs. Then Zac started a fire using gasoline out of the scooter, while Nixon acted like he didn't even have a big hole in his leg. Ha! I love my family.

Fishing

Of course, fishing. Nixon was being a complete psycho during this trip. I still love him. He swam in the freezing water to fetch some super muddy ball that he had found, and ran clear up a mountain of rocks to look for the ball when Zac chucked it up there. Then, just before we left, he ran through prickly bushes and got huge prickles stuck to him. He loved every minute of it.

Welp, that's the update for now! :)

Breaking and Entering

Yesterday Zac and I decided that we would go on a nice Sunday hike with Nixon. As Zac is walking out the front door he locks the handle, I made sure the back door was locked and then went to walk out the front door. I noticed he had locked the handle already and figured he wouldn't have locked it without taking his keys... so I didn't grab mine. WRONG. Just as I am walking around the side of the garage I see Zac and Nixon walking back from the car. Zac asks me if I have my keys. Nope. So we check all of the windows to see if there was any chance we left one unlocked. I knew there was no way we would have left one of the downstairs windows unlocked, but the windows upstairs are usually unlocked. Indeed they were. All of them, in fact. Too bad they are all 20 feet above the ground. So Zac hoisted me up onto the overhang above our door. I climbed up, took the screen off and slid the window open. I climbed in through the blinds and right onto the desk knocking over our pens and pencils. So I wasn't very quiet and probably wouldn't make a great thief, but I did make it into the house. Moral of this story, never trust anyone else to have keys. Always take your own. :)

Fishin'

You and me goin' fishin' in the dark, lyin' on our backs and countin' the stars..

.. Ok, so it wasn't dark, and we definately did not lie on our backs.

Two days ago Zac comes home from work to inform me we're going fishing.. with Todd. Yay! Fun times come with Todd. So Zac packs up the scooters with all his fishing gear, and we scoot on out to the river. (By the way, Cache Valley has way better rivers than anything St. George could offer me. I felt like I could have been on the fishing channel.) Anyway, we're driving to this river and I begin to realize, it's REALLY far away. After a little off-roading we park it in some secret campground that seems to be hidden from the world. So we walk through the trees to the river and it is ICE cold. About half way across the river your feet go numb and then the rocks under your feet begin to feel more theraputic rather than painful. So here we are wading in this river.. for an hour. You would cast your line and wait.. nothing so as your reeling it in, the fish jumps out of the water, exactly where our line had just been. It was like he was teasing us! Freaking fish.

So the boys are fly fishing trying to catch these annoying jumper trout and Zac had me hold the regular fishing pole, so in an attempt to distract myself from the millions of bees we were surrounded by (there were seriously tons, and i'm allergic. Good combo, me and bees, miles and miles away from any hospital and our fastest form of transportation is a scooter) I cast my line, the more I practiced the better I got at it. (I hope the worm on the end was dead by now, otherwise I'm sure there would have been worm vomit everywhere from the amount he was getting thrown around.) One more cast, (by the way Zac told me to yank on the line if the little red and white ball went under the water, meaning I had a fish hooked, I guess) the boys were busy with their fly fishing, and suddenly something pulled on my line. I looked out and realized there was no red and white ball. I began reeling in the line when I realized I had no idea what I was doing.

Sarah: I got one!!
Zac: (focused on something to do with his rod) Don't make jokes, it's not funny.

Sarah: No I really got one!

Zac: Sarah, seriously.

Sarah: Zac! The ball went under the water!

Zac and Todd: (They both finally realize I'm telling the truth) Pull! Yank up on the rod!

So i did, and I reeled this little fishy in! Yay for me! I can fish now, I'm absolutely amazing. Ha!

In the end, I was the only one who caught a fish.. mostly out of luck. Not that it means much, cause turns out it was a trash fish. I think it was called Carp, or something of the sort. Basically Zac said it's like the dirty rat of fish. Gross.