An Incident at Del Taco

Today I went to Del Taco for lunch with Ben and our good friend Clark. I was enjoying a Macho Taco when I swallowed a bite wrong. I had a piece of the Taco shell stuck in my throat. Ben and I both reached for the drink at the same time, he just happened to be thirsty and I was possibly choking to death. Well Ben thinks that I'm just trying to block him from getting a drink and proceeds to fight me for it. While Clark laughs at us being so silly. I can't even explain why I'm fighting so hard for the drink because I'm choking so badly. Anyway Ben eventually gave up and let me have the drink, thank goodness. After I explained to them I was choking and they were like "oh we thought you were just being silly or weird".

This gives me a few things to think about;

First, when I make jokes do my facial expressions resemble that of a person who is choking to death...

Second, maybe I joke around to much. I've been wondering if people take me seriously less often than not.

Thirdly, I've decided that the $1.50 Ben and I save by sharing a drink may not be worth it... meh I'm probably still to cheep to buy two drinks.

Maybe, we got a dog.

Last February Ben and I were gifted a Great Dane puppy from his Dad. She came with the name Sola May and we tweaked that into Maybe. She has been a joy! I love taking her for walks, so much so that the other day one of our neighbors asked Ben about his Dog walker! ha. She's super spoiled and I think she knows it. Ben created a twitter account in her name and you should probably check it out, I mean who doesn't want to read tweets from a dogs perspective. Anyway here are some pictures of our baby, I mean Maybe.

This is it, the month that my wildest dreams come true. I’ve been asking for a remote control helicopter for about a year. Sometimes if you want something done you've got to do it yourself; so I've decided I'm going to buy myself a helicopter for my birthday. She will be mine, oh yes she will be mine!

Here is another painting, I did this about 2 months ago. I sent this picture home with my Dad last time he was here visiting.

My Dad is a Mason so I thought this picture belonged with him.

Last Wednesday I started another painting. It's of peaches being stewed. I like the way the peaches look floating in the juice. I don't know how to make the liquid look wet, but I'll take a whack at it.

-Erika

PS. Sorry for the lack of posts.

My Art

This weekend Krista and I did some painting. Krista had these really cool pens that draw like markers and then when you run water over them they act like water color paints. I loved them, they are very fun and easy to use. I will definitely be getting some of those pens for myself.

For inspiration I found a picture of a stained glass window. I loved the colors. I'm really digging light and bright right now.

Benika Photo Shoot.

Ben and I had a little photo shoot out in the front yard last month. Here are the results.
This is Ben's office phone book shot.
Note the sexy way his nostrils flare.
Just putting out the vibe.
I like this picture, even though I look a little startled.

Because I've got to have some pictures of myself when I'm not dressed up like a pirate or a leprechaun Ben and I did a quick photo shoot, just us, the way we look on a normal everyday. What will our children think of us if all we have to show from our twenties are crazy dress up party pictures. Looking back at 2009 we had some awesome albums; leprechaun party, pirate party, 5K in a parrot costume (Ben went Gothic that day), Floating in the Great Salt Lake, Dodge ball (Ben went as the Amish Marauder and I went in an awesome hot pink number), Halloween as a witch and a wizard and even Canadian Thanksgiving (a feast of 100 hot dogs). I realized that we really don't have much documented proof that we are normal people. And so here you have it, those two look pretty normal, wouldn't you say.

Zumba

Last night I went to Zumba. I haven’t been to the gym in a couple months and I think I’ve reached a new low. It was a really hard work out. I kept thinking this is too hard, I used to feel good when I worked out, now I feel out of breath and my knees hurt. While I worked out I was looking around the room and I couldn’t help comparing myself to the beautifully fit women. I thought about how our bodies are a gift to us. I felt really bad that I had let myself go. I have not done a good job of caring for my body. I have not shown my gratitude for such a wonderful gift. I’ve felt bad about being out of shape before but it’s never struck me so profoundly that I am the care taker of this body, this body that is a gift to me. I felt like a spoiled child who doesn’t care for the things they are given. This time I didn’t feel bad because of my size or fitness level I felt bad because I was not thankful for my body.
I’m working at it. Yesterday was definitely interesting though. I seriously had to fight back the tears while I worked out. How embarrassing would that have been to have a full on melt down at the gym.
After Zumba, Coco and I went to my house and watched Moulin Rouge. And that made everything a little bit better. So glad I have good friends who like to watch cheesy movies with me. I had not watched that movie in years and I still love it. It's a chick flick for sure but it's a little bit corky and weird, which is perfect for a girl like me.