Tour de Burger

For about 3 weeks out of the year Brad becomes a TV watching couch potato. I know, I know, this seems totally out of character but he does this only because the Tour de France is on. I'm not used to being challenged for the remote and I have to say, I'm glad the Tour only lasts a few weeks. Brad becomes ***paranoid*** even if I change the channel during commercials because it would just be the end of the world if we missed one tiny second of the spinning spandex squad.

Too bad cycling is getting such a bad rap with all the doping allegations. At least they are throwing out the cheaters one by one. I really do like watching le Tour with Brad (especially because I get to say "le Tour") and since it was raining last night it was by far the best option for the evening. I whipped up some guac and Swiss cheese burgers, Brad threw them on the grill, and we had a great old time.

I Heart Mount'n

Bald Mountain

Wasatch-Cache National Forest

Elevation: 11,943 feet at summitI absolutely love being in the mount'ns (or moun-tains, for those of you who don't know how to say it properly). On Saturday we took advantage of a beautiful summer day for some great outdoors. From the top of Bald Mountain you can see for a million miles, or so it seemed to me.

This picture is perfectly staged to look like I am giving a thumbs up at the awesome view, when really I just needed to stop because my lungs were about to burst right out of my heaving chest. It wouldn't have been such an awesome view then.

"I thought the Rocky Mountains would be a little more rockier than this. That John Denver's full of..."

What you can't see is me freaking out that he's so close to the edge. He's not only close to the edge, part of him is off the edge, which makes part of me very... shall we say, uncomfortable. Deep breaths Gina, deep deep breaths.

Summer Pies

One of my most favorite things about summer would have to be my moms fresh fruit pies. She always uses fresh rhubarb or peaches from her garden, and raspberries from my Grandma's garden. On Sunday she made a Raspberry+Rhubarb Pie that was to die for. I really need to start taking pie-making lessons from her, she's got it down to a science. I have only attempted to make a homemade pie a couple of times. Pie making takes a lot of practice and patience. Here is a picture of my mom in her garden with the pie. It didn't last long after this shot was taken.

RIP sweet pie. You will not be forgotten.

Also on Sunday: Here is a little video clip of my niece Shelby demonstrating her awesome tumbling skills. She is totally amazing!

What love song are you?

I was very curious to find out that the love song that describes my romantic life was "Your Body is a Wonderland" by John Mayer. Interesting. I would have thought I was a little more "Eternal Flame" 1988-The Bangles. Or at the very least "Total Eclipse of the Heart" 1983-Bonnie Tyler. Both are songs that ring very true to my heart. No seriously, they do. I'm fairly certain that "God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You" 1998-'N Sync, was a close second. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't be surprised at all. After all my body is a wonderland. In the same way that skinny jeans look great on everyone.

Your Love Song Is

Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer "One mile to every inch of Your skin like porcelain One pair of candy lips and Your bubblegum tongue" Why go out... when so much fun can be had indoors?

What Love Song Are You?

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