Ben's First Zoo Trip

We took a trip to the Zoo last week.

Ben was so stoked... Can you tell?

Okay, it interrupted his nap, so he needed some time to adjust to the smells and unfamiliar looking creatures... and the animals

Mom & Ben with the elephants

Then there were the Longnecks....

and those stripety things..

That would be a Bear... Not in the red, but the dark thing behind him.

The Golden Rhinos that don't mind if you sit on their faces...

But, the very best part was when the elephant took a GIGANTIC LEAK. Like, Amazon-style... Holy moley! It went on for about 2 minutes!

Update

I've been informed by a fellow blogger or two that I seem to have become obsolete out here in Blogspace. So what 's the dealy-o? Well, some may refer to me as a "Lazy-Blogger." Others may have mistakenly assumed that I am far too busy... Well, neither description is entirely correct. I have always cataloged myself as an inadvertent blogger, the unambitious variety. One who is more entertained by the compelling candor found on the more generously-adorned domains. You know the type(s) with their slideshows, cutesy backgrounds, recent family photos, Jonas Brothers music playlists, paying advertisers, anxious fan clubs, blogstalkers, etc. I have none of these things. I wouldn't mind any one of them, but life is about priorities.

For example, sometimes my toenails come first. I'm a little obsessed with the French manicure. It's been going on for over a year now, and I'm afraid to admit that I sometimes can't sleep at night without my piglets in perfect order. We're talking decals and the whole nine yards. A few late nights, folks. A few late nights...


Not bad for an amateur, eh?


Just don't get Rhett started... Don't even get him started...















And then there is the matter of my new set of wheels. I've recently taken up the sport of cycling. Meet my new best friend. A Fuji newest 2.0 starter road bike with 24 gears, toe baskets, extra brakes (for novices), and totally decent components.














I love to ride and have been known to associate with a biker's gang these past few months. Yah, don't mess with us. We've got primary teachers, relief society secretaries, bishopric-counselor's-wives, and apartment dwellers, just to name a few. I would post the picture of my new biker tat, but it would be inappropriate.



What else. Uh, I turned 28 a few weeks back and am still in mourning. That sucks. Went to my 10-year high school reunion as well. What a delight... Guess I'm not the biggest tool in my graduating class. I'm also not in Law school or finishing rotations in any hospitals either. Yep, I'm content with my mediocrity.
Just some LHS '98 cuties. I mean , hot mommas.
(Sorry, Meag. I've totally pirated your pictures)


















Other than that, there's not much else left to say. Well besides this:



A) Eagerly anticipated. Over-hyped (disappointing).












B) Over-glorified. Way!











C) I've said too much.

The Next Joker

Purely diabolical, ain't he?

Empty nest syndrome.

So it has been about a month since my last post. I fully intended to keep you up to date on the hummingbird situation (because you have been sooo anxiously waiting). So the hummingbird built a nest in our Christmas lights, and the nest yielded an actual baby hummingbird. But unfortunately, we were unable to get a good shot in the nest with the camera since it's at a weird angle. So this is the best I could do. You might be able to see a little beak.

Before we knew it, the little devil just flew away. All that remains are the sweet markings of hummingbird defecation on our front window. That's right- bird poop.



So now we're just empty nesters... minus the nest egg.

Rhett J. Reisbeck for President

HOA president, that is...


If you have ever been a member of a Home Owners Association, you would know that these organizations require presidents, vice presidents, assistant vice presidents, secretaries, assistant secretaries, board members, financial executives, auxiliaries, waters boys, etc. All of this is decided at an annual HOA meeting. The five or six neighbors who willingly choose to attend the meeting have the pleasure of nominating one another for each post (i.e throwing one another under the bus), as the incumbent president insists on stepping down to allow another person the unmatched opportunity of holding the prestigious office. My dear husband, Rhett, has been a board member over the last year, and he is right at the top of the totem pole, so to speak. The former pres. is dropping the entire gig and the vice pres. is moving. That leaves Rhett, the only one left from the existing administration. Prior board members preferred for the top offices.


His policies are family friendly and his track record is outstanding. Let's hear it for Rhett!! Can I get a What-What?


P.S. Don't chop me up for this, okay Rhett? You don't want to tarnish your image.

A Hummingbird Hammock?

Imagine my delight at the sight of a hummingbird in my yard.

Let me first say that I live in a wind tunnel where most of mother nature's glory is blown to heck. If it's not nailed down or growing out of the ground, it's as good as gone. Secondly, hummingbirds are one of those whimsical creatures like unicorns or sock-monsters. You know they exist- you just never see 'em. But to see that one has actually built it's nest , or rather, a hammock, on our Christmas lights (the ones we leave up year-round) is beyond me!

Sitting pretty on her little commode of elegantly intertwined twigs and grasses.

Oh, the wonderment. And believe me when I say that those little devils are freakishly fast. I was barely able to snap a photo of the mythical figure in mid-flight. The rate at which their wings flap is like a million beats per minute. And I suppose there must be eggs in there because she really raised cain when I came near her like a paparazzi. She zipped around me at the speed of light. It was like the flight of the bumblebees on speed! I thought she might peck my eye out! Relax mother-bird. I'm not going to eat your jelly bean-sized eggs. Mmmm, jelly beans...

Look Out!!

My little helper

After a hard day of playing, our little baby is definately a baby boy.

Benji loves to be outside and this is him helping me get the trimmer ready for the yard.

A new step in parenting???

So in this experience as parents, we have come to the next step, I suppose. So Benjamin is now 18 months old, and is into everything and likes to ramble and make sounds. As of late he has discovered cartoons, and the disney chanel. Because of this, I now find myself watching cartoons in the morning with him.

It is quite amusing to watch some of these cartoons, but particularly the Micky Mouse club house, because they do the HOTDOG dance at the end of everyshow. I find myself singing "hotdog hotdog hot digidy dog" at any given moment during the day, and if I sing it out loud and Benjamin is within earshot, he will start flapping his arms and bouncing as he does the HOTDOG dance.

Who knows what the next thing will be.

Mushroomheads unite

This image is solely intended for the purpose of showing Meagan Anasco that her mom wasn't the only one who failed her daughter in the hair department.

Benjamin's First Easter Egg Hunt

So, this wasn't your typical easter egg hunt. It was indoors, and sadly, there were no other children racing for the eggs. But Ben had a good time. And the only person he had to share his candy with was mom.

       Uh, where's the goods?

 

Becca's Blog Dichotomy

To post or not to post. That is the question.

Or is the question whether or not I have anything valuable to add to this space? Perhaps. I suppose you can be the judge of that.

So I was duped into starting a BLOG.
I've been trying to figure out the best way incorporate myself into this enterprise of "exhibitionism." I know, it's what all the kids are doing these days. I've always been kind of a private person... Just an introvert, I guess. (What ever happened to "and the meek shall inherit the earth."? You know?)

But if you want my business up in your face, I guess I can bring it.
If you are ready to enter my nutshell, let's proceed.

First of all, I think that a picture can tell a thousand words.

If you can conceptualize a twenty-three year age progression, that's about what I look like now -minus the silver chicklets.
A bit about me...
*Born and raised in Layton, Utah. Two brothers, two sisters. Two parents- who, by the way, were decidedly done with childbearing when I unexpectedly announced my presence. (That was the first instance of my redeeming abilities).
* Graduated from Layton High School ten years ago. Top of my class. Eh- Hm.
* Attended college at Harrison High- I mean Weber State University. Studied abroad for year in the Aggie Alps, and ultimately graduated with my MBA a couple of years ago. Eh? What's that you say? That wasn't an MBA? Just a BA? Why the heck did it take so long then? Oh, your not supposed to change you major three times? Okay, I obtained a seven year bachelor's degree from WSU- in Business Administration, to be exact. But hey, I'm actually pretty proud of myself. I worked pretty hard to put myself through college, while simultaneously working my way up the corporate ladder.

But hey, let's back up. I met the man of my dreams about eight years ago. Ten years ago, actually. Tall, dark, handsome, and all that good stuff... But the magic didn't happen for a couple of years after that. I eventually caught his eye with my mad bowling skills and he decided to take a shot. He wooed me and I wooed him right back , and eventually I convinced him that he may want to marry someone like me. Long story short, we've been married six years and two months.

It took some time before we propagated. But like I said, I was pretty busy during the early years of our marriage. And like they say, good things come to those who wait. Benjamin Rhett Reisbeck entered the picture on October 30, 2006. He is the light of our lives! You've seen his profile. You know what I'm talking about.

I work part-time handling the financial affairs of a little place called Apple Village. No, it's not an orchard. And yes, I am still there after nearly a decade. It's called false imprisonment! Kidding. They haven't been too terribly oppressive or communistic, so I have stuck around. Besides, I get to work from home quite a lot, so I can be apart of my son's life. In the meantime, I've acquired some pretty good skills, knowledge, and experience to further myself en route to take over the world.

Well, that was a couple of minutes of your life that you will never get back. I apologize for that. But this is just the ultra-condensed and overly-edited version of my mere existence.

I promise to bestow more meaningful entries in the future.
-Bec

Just in case you were wondering...

The non-de-script picture shown below is Rhett... hoopin' it up a few years back- you know, before the injury. He forgot to mention that.

-Bec

Bonjour je m'appelle Rhett

So, just to introduce myself, I am Rhett, not Brett, Rex, or Redd. It a "Gone With the Wind" thing that my mom liked back in the day.  I am happily married to a beautiful little lady named Becca(check out her pics if you need confirmation).  We live is this lovely windy town called south weber with 1 kid, Ben, and 1 cat, Cody.  Anywho enough about them lets talk about me. 

My talents: Well am pretty good at fixing things, and I have a pretty good sense of direction.

My pastimes: Sports used to be a big part of my life, but I had to retire due to an injury to my hand a few years back.  But I still like the hoops, just don't hardly play anymore. I also used to speak this crazy language call Quebecois (french) but i don't use that anymore and lost it.

I now work in the insurance industry at my family's agency, and talk insurance all day.  It pays the bills, kinda, but not everyone can be independently wealthy and travel around the world in a private jet.  Now I just look forward to getting home every night to see Bec and Ben.  Although on occasion I have to go and do church stuff, and I am part of our homeowners association board meetings.  The HOA thing is really annoying, but it always reminds me of Bobby Dooley on the phil hendrie show.  I do like to listen to talk radio, and phil is my favorite.  Check him out if you get a chance www.philhendrieshow.com 

This is a glimpse at he who is Rhett. 

Let the Introductions Begin!

Benjamin would like to introduce himself... he also would like you to check out his sweet sneakers!

PROFILE:

Height: 2' something

Weight: 25 lbs

DOB: 10/30/06

Hobbies: Long walks, good books, and marginally mischievous behavior

Occupation: Cupboard rearranging

Favorite foods: Spaghettios, Apples (Appoos), and toast.

Most relevant personal possesion: Me-Me!

This is it!

The Reisbeck family is in the house... stay tuned...