Please help me

This post is particularly for my old high school buddies.

I started going to your individual posts and asking for your address and I decided that this would be faster. Please please email me your addresses ashpatty@gmail.com, if you don't I will stalk you and get it from you, but seeing as I have like 600 addresses to find, I'd rather not. Come on you all remember what it was like... please help a sista out!

Looky Looky

So a little while back I met a boy named Trevor...









I thought he was pretty cool. So I kept him around and started calling him boyfriend.
Just a little about him, he served a mission in Spain and speaks Spanish, grew up on a farm in Manassa Colorado loves working land and with animals, and it just so happens that he owns some of these... (seven at the moment, but the mama's might pop soon!)








Everyone I know is kind of jealous because cows are cool, and who doesn't want to have the ultimate form of self reliance?

Anyway time went by and Trevor decided to give me this...










I thought it was pretty so I said "YES!!"

It was so wonderful I felt like this inside...









Now Trevor and I are getting married on September 6, 2008 in the Twin Falls, Idaho temple. So if you want an announcement, you better email me your address. ashpatty@gmail.com

Oh Slap!

On Sunday I had a fun trip down memory lane.










Does anyone else remember the craze that was slap bracelets? I got one from a friend at church the other day, I'm seriously considering working it into my wardrobe for work this week. It will go nicely with my orange crocs! (thanks for those by the way mom!!)

Having another slap bracelet in my possession took me back to 2nd grade at my old alma mater, Sawtooth Elementary,when Misses Reed was my teacher (I write it that way, because my siblings relentlessly tease me about my inability to pronounce Mrs. correctly) and
Anna and Lisa were the only important people in the world, well them and my crush of the year Kyle Bradshaw, but now that I think of it he might have been 3rd grade...

Well, Anyway Rock On! Or something cool slap bracelets would make me say.

Camp Williams

My work had its annual staff retreat today. Usually we've spent the day lounging at a cabin or something, but this year, we kicked it at an Army base, Camp Williams.

We had amazing tee-shirts, fortunately mine was less
obnoxious than others...as you can see. I just hope the soldiers weren't laughing too hard.

We started the day off completing an obstacle course, mostly getting ammo cans from here to there without touching the red paint. It was actually a lot of fun. Really really cold, but fun. Fortunately I didn't fall the water like some of my comrades. (that really was Caleb's fault for trying to splash me) I didn't have my camera for that, so no pictures, sorry.

Later that afternoon we hit the repelling tower. It was a towering 540 inches! (which is only 45 feet tall, but sounds more impressive in inches) I was the first down the free fall side. It was a little nerve racking, but the army men at the top were nice and talked my nerves down and sent me over the side. As most of you know, the first step is the worst. Once you're sitting in the harness suspended in the air being held by a mere rope. . .
Piece of Cake.









Waiting for permission to go up.








I know, I know so sexy.









But this was the scariest part.

ME belaying!!!

More Family

A couple of weeks ago I went up to Idaho to celebrate 3 things.

1. Grants second birthday.#2 Henry's blessing

#3 The best big brother's graduation from grad schoolI learned a few things while I was up there, as much as I love Happy Valley, I miss my Idaho. I hope to get back up there sometime soon! (if only I didn't have such an amazing job keeping me here, but I suppose I shouldn't complain about that.) I LOVE spending time with my family. Since I've moved to Utah I don't get to see them as much as I used too. Thank goodness Becki is close, or else I wouldn't have lasted very long.

My family is great.

I'm going to post some pictures of us bowling. In case you think I'm a good bowler because of my previously mentioned 170, here is proof that was a complete fluke. I only bowled a 77!

Out with the Old...

For those of you who don't know or haven't seen, I have recently made a HUGE change in my life!


This is my 2004 Nissan Sentra, secretly in my head, I called him Frank. I'm not sure where that name came from, and some people think it is weird that it was HE instead of a SHE, but in fact, his name was Frank. When I got my Sentra, I thought it was a good car, but I was always a tad sad, and somewhat disappointed with that car. I REALLY wanted a blue car. I knew it would be silly to not get a great car just because it wasn't the right color, so I purchased Frank. He was a good car, but the time came for a change.

So I would like to introduce . . . STELLA!!

The blue car of my dreams!! She is a 2008 Toyota Prius-hybrid. with tinted windows I can honestly admit I have never loved an inanimate object so much! So I've driven about 200 miles and used only 1/5 of my gas tank. I am seriously enjoying this, and I don't think I will ever stop.

Ode to my Nephews

This past month I had two new nephews born. Henry Kenneth Patterson

to Spencer and Emily

And

Emmett Jesse Butler

to Kendra and Chad

Both Henry and Emmett have brothers that are just under two years old. Grant is only 6 weeks older than Josh and Henry is only about 3 weeks older than Emmett. Both are adjusting pretty well to having a new baby around. Here are some pictures of Grant welcoming Henry home (on the left) and Josh bonding with Emmett (0n the right).

So I extend a warm welcome nephews #10 and #11 bringing the grand total of grand kids to 15. I love being an aunt and I'm sure it won't be too long before these two realize, I am the coolest person they know.

Henry might already know this because he spent two hours sleeping on me at the zoo, while his brother and cousin Ethan ran around looking at all the animals.

Later that night Grant and I hit the pool while his mommy dutifully took care of the baby. Grant loved "Ashy jump" which means he jumped off the side and off the steps and I caught him, over and over and over again. Now I feel a tad sorry for all the times I made my sisters or my parents catch me. Sorry guys! But It was really fun, and funny when his diaper got too heavy and fell off as he walked over to say hi to mommy.

Ethan also had a birthday which we all celebrated that weekend, with dinner at TGIFridays and a party at a bounce house in Sandy (which I don't have any pictures for.) I won't bore you with details of my other 6 nephews right now, but I'm sure you'll hear about them sometime.

I just wish I got to spend more time with them all.