The Curious Case of Emily's Top Button

This is actually not curious as at all. I know exactly why the top button on my jeans needs to suddenly be popped open after a meal, or just when sitting down at all. I know why, after about 4 years of avoiding meat as a devout vegetarian, I am now craving McDonald's double cheeseburgers and a little turkey on Thanksgiving. And Logan definitely knows why he now instinctively sloooowly backs away when I say, "Don't come over here." It's cuz I'm pregnant guys. I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted to wait another month and pair this blog with a cute little ultrasound picture or just do it now before people start whispering, "Emily needs to work out," behind my back. I don't have any profile belly pics to show or one of those SUPER cool animated babies off to the side to show how how many days are left. maybe that will come later...maybe. but for now, I'll just keep it simple. I start my second trimester next week. And you all will be the first ones to find out if the little one is feminine or toting some excess baggage in there. Isn't this going to be just s'much fun!? (man, i gotta get out of Utah.)

*Dan, the capitals were just for you. It was really hard for me, so don't expect it to stick.

India Fest

yeah, i know this is a little late. but i have some pictures, so i thought i'd just do a quick post about lame fest, er, i mean, india fest. logan had been begging me forever to go to this hari krishna temple in spanish fork for a little indian par-tay. this year, i finally obliged. however, i give this so-called "fest" a D+ as far as fun goes. and we both realized this. it wasn't just me being close-minded. i think logan described it best when he said, "it's just a bunch of bad music and smelly llamas." yes. thank you. i dont recommend india fest to anyone who considers participating in the future.

but here are some pictures anyway.

they told us we could either remove our shoes inside the temple, or wear these stylish, plastic shoe covers. i opted for fashion.


my new friend.
logan made a friend, too! and gave him a nice neck rub.
okay, lady. take our picture quick while we have on our fake smiles. let's get the heck outta here!
no offense all you india fest lovers! i found it totally not worth it.

the biggest (blog) loser

yeah i know, okay? you don't need to tell me. i suck at blogging. but i'm sure the reason that most of you keep saying "update your stupid blog already!" is that my blog heretofore has been so ridiculously awesome that you just need more. you are obviously all checking up on my blog every hour to see if i've made an appearance. am i right? well, now the only ridiculous thing around here is the fact that i haven't updated in, ooooh, maybe like 3 and a half months? embarassing. but, then, it's MY blog. so i will update whenever i want. maybe the post after this one will be in like 2 years! how bout that?! so just lay off the pressure, guys!...........

um, i really promise to be better.

the only thing i felt like mentioning on this momentous occasion (that being emily sessions updating her blog, if you forgot) is my total and utter confusion of my being compared to Nicky Hilton! for years now, friends, and random strangers even, have felt compelled to tell me how much a resemble this totally lame psuedo-celebrity/the only reason people know who she is is the fact that she's Paris Hilton's sister and that doesn't make it much better. and, for the record, i don't even find her very attractive. and, therefore, i don't take it as a compliment.

there's a picture. let's set the record straight. you all, my close friends and family, will be honest with me, right?

sorry. not the best post ever...just something on my mind.

never mind. i'm not going....

okay, fine. so maybe i'm not going to tokyo. or even korea, for that matter. you all knew it would happen. you knew i'd eat my words not long after i uttered them . "woo hoo!! i'm goin to japan, SUCKAAAAS!", is pretty much how it came out, as i recall. well, sheepishly, i now must retract my snobbish comments and say, "alas, no. i will not be enjoying a lavish, jealousy-inducing, vay-cay to japan. for i do not have the fundage." that's right. i'm kinda poor, and kinda sad. and seriously?? so very lonely! it's been 2 months now without my man and i'm over it. not even Gigi's company does it for me anymore, no matter how much i like her.... logan?! if you're out there, i need you back!

at least logan is having a ball on his little all-expense-paid Asian adventure. that is, aside from the actual working at LG part which is, well, just work, and who likes work, really? logan has been able to travel around a large part of south korea and has even visited the nearest city in japan for the weekend...y'know, just for kicks. no biggie. whatever, babe. i have to sit here night after night watching So You Think You Can Dance (no complaints here, actually. a fabulous show) and the Bachelorette (i close the blinds and keep the volume low for this one. a guilty pleasure, indeed), eating the same spaghetti and store-bought sauce every night while you're off perusing korean markets and sampling authentic, non-Happy Sumo sushi in japan!!! i gotta say, Logan got the better deal here

here are a few pics of Logan, the jet-setter:

logan showing his LG spirit. gimme an L! gimme a G!! gimme a.....well....that's it. a bit edward scissorhands-esque, don't you think? very aesthetically pleasing.

not sure where or what this is, but it's a beautiful view and i'm jealous. with my luck, it's probably what he sees when he opens his dorm room blinds, eh? oh and why is it that anytime i'm not around, logan suddenly feels the urge to experiment in the facial hair department?

well, this looks fun! he just better be planning on picking up a little something pretty for me.

another lovely day next to the...green....pyramid? well, it's a nice picture anyhow...

wait, wait.....suddenly, i'm not feeling so jealous anymore.


oh, yes. that's exactly what i've been craving lately. a whole fish on my plate. head, bones, scales, the lot. lemme at it! (gag. reflex. kept. under. control.)

happy birfday, yo!

it's my dad's birthday today! yesssss! i have the best dad ever, just so you know. first of all, he's hilarious!.... well, he tells the same jokes over and over again, but we always laugh. ("well, dad, i gotta go jump in the shower." dad's response? "don't fall down!" ha!) he's also very caring and concerned about all of his kids. i don't know anyone who gets as many daily calls from their dad as i do. (oh, and it's double that when mom's out of town.) for a former marine and owner of enough guns and ammo to fully supply his own army, dad is also surprisingly sensitive. he loves babies and animals and i'm pretty sure he blubbered the most on my wedding day. cute. he's pretty much a REALLY cool guy and i love him!

here's dad pretending to be "on a plan".

aaaaand, five seconds later, off the plan.


trying to cuddle with some ducklings:



we're friends!!



you're the best, dad!!

mess you up!

okay, seriously, don't mess with my future brother-in-law, ok? just read the title. he's dangerous. how dangerous, you ask? well, more dangerous than the bubonic plague, if you're looking for clarification. travis is a "cage-fighter". i'm sure there's a more sophisticated and correct way of explaining his SKILLZ, but just look at the pictures from his fight the other night! this guy never knew what hit him.


here's travis sizing up his unworthy opponent with fire in his eyes.


catapulting this dude with minimal effort- impressed yet?


this move says one thing- PAIN.


whoa whoa! a sweet round house kick to finish him off.


"and by unanimous decision, travis mcroberts is the winner!" the other guy is saying "uh-guuuuh"

in conclusion, as eloquently as possible, i say: he shall teareth you limbeth from limbeth.

book of mormizzle, bizzle!

(what? we could use a little street cred. )