Upcoming Tennis Match!

Tonight is the night. Time for me to practice for my big tournament coming up. For those of you who dont know, which would be everyone because no one knows, I am playing in a tournament starting Aug 4th at Ivory Ridge Tennis Club in Highland/Lehi area. I'm not sure how this whole idea is going to pan out, being that i havent practiced nearly as much as i should have, but hey it will be fun nonetheless.

I was reflecting the other day on my previous tennis career, which started in 7th grade. I remember hearing over the intercom "All you brats who want to play tennis, come down to the commons area." Well that would be me. I slowly rolled out of my desk, and proceeded to roll my large self down the hall. There sat 15-20 determined kids, who would become my best friends over the next 5 years. Actually no, they would not. Half of them didnt know what tennis was, but wanted an excuse to skip class. Nonetheless i grabbed a flyer, took it home, and came back the next day with a signature from old daddy-o. Before i knew it, I was in my Warner Bros Tazmanian Devil Shorts, Knee high tommy Hilfiger socks, and a shirt that said "I am a walking fashion nightmare." Because i was. Little did i know how literally retarded i looked,until now, when i look back at the pictures and think "who in their right minds would let me go out in public like that."

Thanks Mom.

So that's where it all began, and look at where i am now. Fascinating. Why it's fascinating i'm not sure. This blog actually serves no purpose, I just really liked the picture above. And wish it were of me. Even though i am told daily that i look like Maria Sharapova.

Hope all of you are having a fabulous thursday. Orayvwah

Our New Adventure...

Well Blake and I have just made a wonderful new purchase, this lovely diamondback response shown above! (not actual size). We have decided amidst the mess of these gas prices that a bike is the way to go for the daily commute. He has 10 miles to work, I have 16. I will be a hot mess once i get there, but hopefully it all works out and helps us save a lot on gas. We couldn't afford a scooter. Don't bring it up.

Actually we have recently decided to take up the sport of neighborhood bike riding. Blake seems to think we are going to climb various mountains, I am more realistic and know just how lovely that experience would end up. I get to take over his sweet bike from his mission, which is in superior shape thanks to the many blessings it received daily. (Minus the time it assisted Blake in kicking his British, American-hating companion, off of his bike and into a heap on the ground.)

Since Blake used to work at Sports Authority, we ended up getting a sweet deal on this lovely number, color is called Panic Red. Just a little FYI.

So keep your eyes open when you are out and about. Ya never know when you might spot a couple of Wildes. Doing the Wilde thing. On Bikes.

It's true, he is out there.

Yesterday was not a good day.

After my gut wrenching bowel issues for 24 hours straight, I finally got off work, made it to the grocery store, and was on my way home... Only to pull into my subdivision and see flashing lights behind me. Up walked the biggest idiot cop I have ever laid my eyes upon.

"Do you have ANY idea why i pulled you over?" he says, as he slowly swallows the last of his chocolate sprinkled donut.

"No sir" I say.

He pulls up both sides of his pants like Chris Farley in an SNL skit. "You just blew through that stop sign back there. I have seen alot of people blow through stop signs in my life and let me tell you, that's the worst one I have EVER seen. You mean to tell me you don't remember doing that?"

I stare at him for a good 45 seconds, trying to figure out how the heck he got his shorts on. "Honestly no, I dont remember if I came to a complete stop or not." I cheerily reply.

He smirks and gives me his best "I'm smart, youre dumb" kind of laugh.

I smile and wink. Then start singing to the song on the radio as he stares at his moose knuckle in my side mirror. He slowly walks backward towards his car, "safety first," he thinks in his head, "This could be an aggressive one."

He gets in his truck and sits for a good 20 minutes while my Peanut Butter Explosion Ice Cream melts in the back seat. He then proceeds to strut back towards my car window, he bends over, and says "Well, I have written you up for a traffic violation." I say "Sure, thanks."

He advises me to drive safer, and reiterates that he can't BELIEVE how I blew through that stop sign, then adds "Did you not notice that there was a truck and trailer on the right that was obstructing your view." I reply "Yep i saw it." He walks away, in his glory.

I proceed to drive home and then eat every ounce of my peanut butter explosion ice cream and vow to blow through that stop sign a little faster next time. Just to prove that I can.

County Mounty moves on to his next victim, one step closer to saving the world. Maybe the next stop sign blower will tell him his balls are showing. Because they were.

So for the last week my stomach pains have been MIA. But as luck would have it, they returned this morning at 4:30am.

What the H.

I knew I should have taken this gentleman's advice before I went in to see my doctor. Then maybe my stomach-on-fire-ulcer issues would have been solved rather than me getting the "Lets try to switch your birth control" response. AKA Lets get this girl out of here so i can go play another round of golf. Says my doctor.

I'm buying balloons after work. Dr W. is going to be the first to get a balloon bouquet and a card.

Mmmm California.

Blake & Em. Two Peas in a Pod.

I can't tell you how excited I am that today is Friday for me. No work tomorrow for the holiday, and no work Friday because my boss loves me! Amen to that! Although Blake is stuck working both days, tear.... he is only going to work 8 hour shifts, instead of his normal 12, and will be off both days by 2pm. Which means Wilde Party starts at 2:30!!!

We decided that on Friday we are going to take a little trip to San Jorge to visit my ever-so-dear cousins, the Rawlin's clan. I'm super excited to get out of here for a weekend and play with them! Just not so excited for the gas.... but hey we haven't been out of town since our honeymoon so we can splurge a little =) We don't know what we are going to do down there yet, but relaxing, laying out, relaxing, maybe a little bowl-o-rama, sounds goooood to me!

If only we had a trusty scootah.
This is me telling Blake a secret.. "I dont work with the males, cuz I used to be one." He peed a little.

Found It.

Ok so I'm sure we all know people who have their lovely little families posted in the back of their suv/minivan/excursion window. For any of you who have those, stop reading this now or you may find yourself offended. =) I dont need people to know how many kids are in my family. Or what hobby they enjoy. It's about as useful as the "my kid made the local jr high honor roll." I dont think anyone is going to go about their day differently now that you have made that clear.

However... this one may serve a purpose. And i think it's very applicable to my particular Pugh family. Except the last one of course, I am in no ways dumb.

I take after my mother.

Vacation!!!!!

So it is finally the week of the 24th... hallelujah! I have been wondering if we would be required to work on Friday, since we get Thursday off, and we just found out that NOOOOO we don't! Amen! Although Blake has to work both days, he will only be working until 2, so we will be able to play for 4 days in a row! That's a miracle =) I think we are headed to visit our friendly southern folk down in St. George. Can't wait to see all of the Rawlings clan! And I'm super excited to visit the St. George Temple. Hope the Rawlings are ready for a Wilde party to arrive! =) And hope all of you have a super 24th of July!