summer memories

Despite my last post, Josh has assured me he has no plans to put up anything within the next few years. That kid just doesn't buckle under peer pressure! Or even wife pressure! :) So it looks like you'll have to put up with more Launi for now. I realized I never posted any pictures from our Independence Day celebration in far-off Sevier county.

My mommy and (some of the) grandkids.

What parade would be complete without an old guy on a tractor? It's almost as important as the Rodeo Queen on her faithful steed. Hooray for Richfield! :)

Attack of the cutest girls I've ever seen!

This one is my favorite. After the picture they pretty much ripped that thing apart...yeah, Larson kids know how to take care of business. :)

it's josh's turn

'nuff said.

Mustangs and Cheese Planes

My mom and I went shopping on Saturday...searching for "nice-looking glasses that look like they're made of glass, but aren't actually glass and are maybe kind of colored" for her kitchen (that was her actual description). We figured it would be a lot easier to find some nice non-glass glasses in Provo than in Richfield. We got stuck in terrible after-game traffic (it took half an hour to get from our apartment to University Parkway), but there were still some good points in the day:

1. We got to drive in my mom's new 2007 Mustang and feel really hot.
2. My dad got to take a good two-hour nap on my couch (he likes naps).
3. BYU won! (Although I can't say it was much of a contest).
4. My mom bought me an adjustable-thickness cheese plane.
5. We found the perfect glasses at Bed Bath and Beyond. :)

this is what happens when you ask for posts and i have nothing to post, angie

Once, there was a handsome boy named Josh. He fell in love with a bear named Beatrice. They sat on this bench and dreamed of their future together.














In fact, Josh loved all bears so much that he decided to sacrifice a lovely maiden to one of them.




















But then the bears developed a taste for man-flesh, and so they ate Josh too. The end. (Pictures from our honeymoon in Park City. Enjoy them if you can't enjoy my weird imagination.)

i heart summer

So I was thinking how hot and miserable it has been in Provo, and then I ran across this picture taken last spring (yes, spring, not winter). It reminded me that I'm glad it's any season but fickle, fickle spring. Spring can't make up it's mind whether it wants to be summer or winter....silly season. :)