Our First Valentines....

Aw! Scott was so sweet to me....breakfast in bed, and a rose, and a game, and a heartfelt card...he loves me.

Well enough gushy stuff. While Scott and I have been at school it appears as though we have fallen off the face of the Earth....and figuratively we did. I mean who really chooses to go to college where your not sure if you should layer both your winter coats today, or pull out the parka. It has been snowing steadily while we have been here, and we have taken advantage of the beautiful snow by going snowboarding.

The first time we went there was lots of snow, with ice under it....so falling hurt (falling hurts anyway, but when you add ice its much less fun.) Then the second time was perfect. It had just snowed the day before, and it didn't get that cold that night, so the powder was wonderful. We got there on time, (meaning still daylight) and all the lifts were open. We had a blast for about three and a half hours, with Scott trying his hand or his feet rather in the trick slope. You will have to ask him how that went. Then we topped off the day at this place called Big Jud's. I think Scott will agree in saying that we have had our fill of greasy hamburgers for the year after that huge burger.

We also have had some fun times with friends...trying to limit the amount of visitors to our dungeon apartment. It is becoming more like home. We are already looking for another place to live. Midterms are upon us and we must move out next semester.

Just thought I would catch ya'll up!

Tyler's Visit......

Well, Tiny aka Tyler came to visit his big (well, older) sister in the frozen desert. After battling horrible weather, and making it safely home, we played guitar hero, until we realized how late it was and had to go to bed to make it to Colorado the next day. While we were there we went snow shoeing. It was a lot of hard work, but it was very fun. Thanks to Josh and Amanda and Addy for letting all of us stay up there!! p.s. I hope you all enjoyed Snickers!
Then, we came home from Colorado, and spent the next day doing absolutely nothing. Well, Tiny did. I packed. But the day after that, we went sledding. that was fun too. And a one time thing for me! I also took a video of Tyler going down the freakin big hill.


Then, Scott, Tyler and I went to Salt Lake for fun at First Night. We went on to Temple Square and onto the conference center for some cool pictures. Then we went ice skating and watched a pretty cool band with this guy drawing weird pictures, counted down until midnight...and Happy New Year!!

Our first Christmas

Well, I know I am very far behind on my blogging....sorry.

Scott had to work almost all day on Christmas Eve, so in my sadness and loneliness, I made cookies. I made Spritz, Forgotten, Old Fashioned Spice, Peppermint Meringes, Cornflake, White Velvet cut-outs, and Grandmom's thumbprint. They were tasty, and have lasted a whole lot longer than I thought was capable for cookies to last.

This next picture was taken on Christmas Eve too, before we went down to Wig and Steph's house for dinner. Its kinda dark, but we wanted to make sure you could see our pretty tree with all of our good stuff!!

Then, Christmas day, Scott and I went to pick up Tyler, my brother. It was a long scary drive, but read the next blog to find out what we did.

Getting our Tree

My first real tree. That I have cut down. Well, seen cut down. The following pictures are Scott cutting down our great tree...and the after pictures of the decorated tree.









This is Happy Scott, posing to take a picture to satisfy me.










Our pretty tree, almost all the way down!











And the tree all done!

Black Friday...aptly named.

Well, the day started off crazy. I had to work. At 5. I didn't even know there was one of those in the morning.

The doors opened as I got there.
I have never seen so many people move that fast.

About half way through the day, all associates got called into the break room, and we learned of the tragic death of a fellow associate in the New York/New Jersey store. After opening the door for the crazy people, they trampled him to death. It was a sad day, after that.

Anyway, after a trying day....I get picked up by Scott to go to the Jazz game! That was fun..

There was a heated verbal team spirit argument between an 11 year old jazz fan and an 11 year old kings fan (ages are guessed to protect the true identities). After one would yell "Go Jazz!" there would be a resounding "Go Kings!" or my favorite, "Come on Jazz, we have faith in you!"
It was entertaining, and it lasted the entire game!

Thanksgiving Feast--or Fiasco?

Who was I kidding, making my own Thanksgiving dinner. There was the stuffing, and the potatoes, and the corn, and the rolls, and can't forget the turkey. All of these expectations to uphold. If I ruined this dinner.....what would become of my cooking reputation?

Heehee, just joking. Thanksgiving was great! The turkey was really good, and yes, with only two people and one helping each, we are up to our ears in left-overs. And I made everything that I was used to having on Thanksgiving. Scott was in for a real treat with my grandmother's (I don't know what recipe belonged to who...so for the sake of argument, grandmothers is now a collective noun) corn pudding and potato casserole.

It was fun. It was fattening. (And I am never wearing that shirt in front of a camera again.) (Promise.)

Headline...DRY ICE BOMBS FRIGHTEN TRICK-OR-TREATERS

Yesterday as the nation began its preparations for the scary holiday, one group of people, too old to trick-or-treat, too young to have their own trick-or-treaters, waited in anticipation. A party was planned, that included caramel apple making, game playing, movie watching, the usual as parties go. But this party was different. The treat part of Halloween flying from their minds, the men in the party decided to steal the dry ice that was used as a decoration for the limeade juice (made to look as if bubbling over) to make dry ice bombs.
As any good boy scout knows, always be prepared, and when the time came to look for a bottle to make the bomb, one boy, John Gillman, supplied the rest of the men, Trent Simmons and Scott Merkley, with enough bottles to take on Japan.
Gillman brought in the bottles, Simmons filled them with water, Merkley added ice. Then the group waited. There was a loud explosion. There was laughter. Then in the midst of it all, headlights could be seen and a car door slam could be heard.
Then, another bang. Looking at each other...all knowing what the other was thinking...."we didn't throw another bomb.." went out to the front yard to cautiously look around.
The trash can, which was housed at the end of our driveway, was careened out of position. Top off and on its side, it appears to have been hit by the terrified father of the young trick-or-treaters that were deceived by the porch light which had remained on.
With the thought of the dry ice bomb in their minds and the trick-or-treaters leaving fresh in their thoughts, I think the group has learned its lesson.

Don't leave your trash can at the end of the driveway, someone could hit it.