Spring Break

Okay, these are all the things we did during spring break. Good luck getting through all of the pictures.

This is when we went skiing during break at Lookout. Noelle and I went with my dad. We listened to Britney Spears while speeding down the freeway and had a great time going down some hills that we had never tried out before.

Just about ready to go.

Zoom, zoom. This is on Quicksilver Lane, or something like that.

We have to take this one every time.

Just another one of my many, many pictures.

Noelle and her faces.

Before Bonanza.

For the first 5/7 of Spring Break, we went to Boise and Melba, Idaho. Here are some shots. Well, a lot of shots.

David and our other cousin his age, Lily, always fought over Nana when she started dancing with one or the other. They loved it.

The day before April Fool's, we ate fried turkey, so for April Fool's Day, my grandma sent out e-mails to all of my aunts and uncles, telling them that my mom got 400 degree burns from the oil in the frier. To make it more real, my grandma also told everyone that my dad had drilled into the main water pipe at their busines, a retirement home, and that my great grandma was in the hospital, both of those being true. So, my mom had to play along.

We went to my great grandma's house to help her out by cleaning up outside, trimming her giant pine tree, and replanting her beautiful fake flowers. This time, we made sure they looked pretty real. Afterwards, we climbed the butte about two acres behind her house with my grandparents. I had a wonderful time.All my siblings and me with my great grandma, Grandma Ball. She isn't doing too well and might be passing away soon, so Noelle and I got to ask her some questions about her childhood and stuff like that. It was a great experience.

Alrighty then, next picture. Don't look...please.

Steven and my dad taking some tree branches to the burning pile.

This is one of the many very old sheds in my great grandma's yard.

Um, yeah, see that huge hill thing called a butte behind the shed? We got to climb up that bad boy.

The edge that Noelle is on is about one foot wide. One slip of the foot, and one of us would have been...well, either dead right after landing fifty feet below, or a miracle could happen and we could jump right back on our feet and keep climbing. That probably wouldn't happen though.

The view was breathtaking, and we will somehow hopefully get my mom in this one, don't worry, 'cause I know you were.

I was supposed to look like I was all mighty and majestic, looking down upon the other side of Melba, Idaho while I'm on the top of the world, ruling the earth, but instead, it just looks like I'm catching breath and looking away from the camera while wearing my beautiful, roasting hot, filthy sweats. Phew, what a breath taker!

Nana, Pops, my sisters, and me at the top of the butte.

This is a National Treasure 2 moment. You can't tell, but my hand is in a hole and "something's" got ahold of it.

Yeah, it was pretty steep. I almost fell, and my 67-year-old grandma climbed down this thing with an arm she couldn't move (she tore her rotator cuff). Oh, and my 70-year-old grandpa climbed right down like it was no big deal. They're pretty much studs.

Steven surfing down "Devil's Slide."