This pictures looks so innocent.
But if you were to take like 8 steps back and expand the view, you would find:

1. Our feet shod with snowshoes, which we are borrowing and wearing on a perfectly packed trail,
which probably should have resulted in the breaking of said borrowed snowshoes.

2. Our feet directed toward a cliff, which we were about to climb straight up in 3-foot-deep snow,
which also probably should have resulted in the breaking of said borrowed snowshoes.

3. A grocery bag full of dry ice and Coca-Cola (caffeine sin!), 
for assembling illegal dry ice bombs in the mouth of the canyon.

4. A jackrabbit call, for attracting coyotes to kill. 
Because you can get money for that in Utah.
BOUNTY-FUL!!!!

So anyway, that's what happened when we tried to come up with things to do besides watch Duck Dynasty. 

I don't even know myself anymore.
Joke.
I've always been one to climb up cliffs and set off bombs.
Dang, I'm so me right now.
Things Done on MLK Day


As I read the words "New Hampshire Manchester!" I looked up and said, "No way!!"
Everyone was thrilled. 
Well, except maybe Jared who was looking at the ground with a blank look on his face.
That poor man.

We soon realized that my family is thriving off of church history calls.
Chris to Kirtland.
Jordan to Palmyra.
Me to Sharon, Vermont (birthplace of Joseph Smith)

Also, three of my family members have recently accepted mission calls!
Myself to New Hampshire.
My father to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
My Jordan to New York.
 And this picture makes my heart melt.
Is anyone else confused about my life? Because I totally am.

Also, I think I fixed the comments box. It should be working now.


Triple Threat

Not I.


Who'd've thought I'd fall for a blackjack-playing blondie?

Fun Fact: 
The church just started putting stickers over their postage amounts so recipients of mission calls can't guess whether they'll be going foreign or state-side based on the cost of postage on their mission call envelope.

Fun Fact: 
Web cam pictures are tacky and awful.

Fun Fact:
 I've been called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 
I am assigned to labor in the New Hampshire Manchester Mission. 
It is anticipated that I will serve for a period of 18 months.
 I should report to the Provo Missionary Training Center on Wednesday, June 5, 2013. 
I will prepare to preach the gospel in the English language.

Don't worry, I have better pictures. I'm just too lazy to upload them right now.

And I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than to preach to my unknown out-of-state homeslices what gives me unprecedented amounts of happiness and comfort.
For real. This gospel is true guys. You wouldn't even believe how passionately I know that. 
And how much it has changed me for the better. 

Happy Thursday!

Oh hello there, curveball.

We were both sorely sleep-deprived, which explains why in this video we are both so . . . awesome.

video

Here, have a side of adorable soup with your Monday Mittagessen.

This is my man.
His name is Jared.
We do art.
His is on the right, and mine is on the left.
Fine, you got me. He does art, and I finger-paint fun colors on canvas, hoping it'll wind up looking like something that actually exists.
I think we're cute like 9-year-olds.

Also, who has date ideas (indoors or outdoors) for winter? We're depleting our list far too rapidly, with Duck Dynasty creeping in more often than necessary. It's probably time to tone down the redneck.
Painting?

Yes, curveball ahead. Which I'm not going to tell you about right now. 
Don't worry, I'll get you up to speed when it smacks me in the face.

In the meantime, here is a video of a skill I taught every brother I own.
If you flap your lips like a horse and then squeeze the corners, you too can sound like a weed-whacker.
These two hooligans have not yet mastered the art, but you can. Just remember to keep a steady air-stream going. 

Gee whiz, my parents sure do love when I bring my college findings back home for the children!
I think that might have been sarcasm. ^
Caution: Curveball Ahead

Valid Excuses Laura Could Make for Not Blogging:

1. Hands have been busy shoveling copious quantities of food into mouth
2. Attractive boyfriend diverts focus (oh, the stories I could tell)
3. Lack of stories about pants ripping

Actual Excuses for Not Blogging:

1. Too lazy
2. Forgot about existence of blog
3. Would rather be pwning noobs at board games


BUT.
I found some pictures of stuff, so here's a blog post!


These are some envelopes I made my mother for Christmas.
I went to her Pinterest page and picked something from her "Craft" board.
Best plan ever.
Tutorial here.

This is my face after I went sledding and decided it would be a good idea to ditch the sled and use my bum.
It was.
Until my boots digging into the snow sprayed my face with freezing water.

Jordan ruining every single Christmas picture.
or maybe
Jordan enhancing every single Christmas picture.

Barbecue. Yum.

Well it's been real, but it's too cold to jog, so I'm defaulting to the need to go pwn some noobs at Plants vs Zombies.
I love you all!
Happy Old Year

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