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Bed and Breakfast This year for Christmas Bryce's parents gave us a free night's stay at the Anniversary Inn, in Salt Lake. This is the only picture I took of our room: But if you are super curious you can look on their web site . They have a ton of fun rooms, (literally 2000 lbs worth!*) The room was really pretty and they give you cheesecake at night and breakfast in the morning! The best part was spending time on a mini-adventure with Bryce. I am so lucky to have such a fantastic husband! You might think this is going to get mushy, but you are wrong, because that mushy stuff is none of your business! (Unless you, the reader, are Bryce; in which case I will tell you later!) Thanks Mom and Dad McEwen for the wonderful present, and the excellent job you did raising your son. *Not actually 2000 lbs, which means that when I said "literally" I actually meant "figuratively". This happens more than you would suspect.

Sister Mind Bond Activate! After my victorious appearance in court I needed to celebrate. I considered a fireworks display, unfortunately in Utah county that is a class B misdemeanor punishable by a $1,000 fine and/or 6 months in jail. Foiled! So I came up with a new celebratory plan: Gold shoes! Just as shiny as fireworks, but with 98% less chance of jail time! I ordered them on the internet and excitedly thought about the shiny package coming to me in the mail. One week later I read this entry on my sister Clairice's blog! I know what you are thinking: "What in the what?!?" I know it! It's crazy! Who the heck buys gold shoes? And how in the heck do two sisters buy the almost same pair of gold shoes on the same day, in different states, neither one knowing what the other is doing? MADNESS! Shiny shiny madness...

To the Management I am writing, in behalf of the entire digestive system, regarding a rather large amount of "No-Bake Cookies" received this morning, and a batch of week-old enchiladas yesterday. We are frustrated that this continues to be a problem, despite earlier complaints, such as the lemon bar and the vinegar incidents. Please be advised that if work conditions do not improve we will be forced to take action, again . Sincerely, Angry Tummy

Little Garden in a Light Bulb I recently stumbled across this tutorial on how to hollow out a light bulb . Of course I was itching to try it! Team Droid explains the process very well, I did two in about 10 minutes. Now I have a little light bulb terrarium on my desk at work! I put a succulent plant in it (definitely the hardest part) I plan on planting seeds in the other light bulb. In case you are interested, his name is Clancy.

The Irony of Eavesdropping

Christmas Pajamas Every year, since I can remember, we open a present on Christmas Eve. My mom always chooses the present for us, and it is always jammies. This is something my mom suffers a lot of whining over. (I still say that year when I got the XXL hairy-dog-with-a-basket-of-apples-jammies was whine worthy.) I have to say though, this year's PJ present was a fabulous success. These are actually the best pajamas I have ever had! They are comfy and the perfect length and very pink. So good job Mom! And also I love you! (But not just because you picked out some cute jammies this year.) P.S. In this picture I was reading "Diary of a Wimpy Kid", which was a present, from Bryce and me, to my brother Nate; which I stole about 2 minutes after he opened it. It was hilarious and I recommend it for anyone who needs a brain rest.

Rachel-2, The Man-0 Or, Rachel Beats a Traffic Ticket Some of you may have heard about my school zone speeding ticket, (26 in a 20 zone!!!). I was pretty annoyed about it so I fought it in court today. My argument was that the lights that alert drivers of a school zone were obscured by a tree. This is a courtroom artist's rendition of my hearing: (Just kidding it is a picture I drew after the trial, note my cute "going to court pants".) I was a little nervous because the police man had a lawyer, and I didn't. The two of them seemed to be friends and I heard one of them scoff, "Oh, this should be hard " as they were going over the case together. I had three secret weapons though: 1. Over 14 hours of "Perry Mason" viewing 2. Mock-trial experience in 8th grade 3. Photo evidence Observe: Exhibit A Exhibit B: Turns out that the first two weapons are really only useful for murder cases, which I have not been convicted of lately, so I mostly relied on my ...