Thursday, December 22, 2011

What I Found When I Came Home One Day

This happened a few weeks ago, but I was busy with finals and just now have time to post about it.
I had been taking a class this last semester that met in the evening. I usually wouldn't get home until after 6PM, and toward the end of the semester, the sun would have already set by the time I was pulling in. One of the last days of class, I arrived home late and Andrew had been home for about 45 minutes. When I pulled into the parking spot, this is what I saw...I laughed so hard. Our neighbors are crazy decorators and I guess Andrew didn't want to be outdone. I love my husband and his creativity! Our lives are definitely not uninteresting!
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Saturday, December 17, 2011

*The Spirit of Christmas*

It's been hard to get into the swing of Christmas this year.
Andrew and I have talked about it many times in the past few weeks. I thought it might be something we were doing wrong. We have decided that we are just in the slumps because there are 7 days left and we have only seen two snow storms.
We are dreaming of a white Christmas, but we are not so sure we are going to have one.
Then tonight, I came upon this picture from Greg Olsen and I realized that Christmas is not about snow. It is about family and friends and doing good to others, and most importantly, it is about the birth of our Savior. I love how the Santa is depicted in this picture. He looks wise. Not as jolly as you see him in many depictions. I like to think that the look on his face shows gratitude.
I am surprised by the growth of commercialism around Christmas every year. It seems like we get farther and farther away from the true meaning of Christmas.
I am grateful for this painting and what it has taught me. I thought I would share it because I like it so much.
I hope you and your family are enjoying this wonderful season. Let's not forget to include the Savior in our Christmas.
Have a wonderful day!



Friday, December 16, 2011

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Have you ever experienced those few seconds right before something you know will not have a good ending happens?
Like, maybe when your husband sits down to eat a piece of the pizza you just made and balances a dipping cup of marina sauce on the arm of the rocking la-z-boy he is sitting in?
Like, when you (who, very inconveniently, happen to be standing across the room) see him start to move as if he is about to get up from said la-z-boy? You have no more than two seconds to act, but SUDDENLY, with this crazy burst of adrenaline you have become super woman and you LURCH yourself across the room (all the while playing out every possible ending to this story in your head) and you just miss that moment when you would have saved your precious white/tan carpet?
YUP. I have experienced this feeling.
Now I am experiencing the feeling of learning how to get a pink spot out of my carpet. My first instinct told me baking soda... but now I'm not so sure about that. Let's see if Oxy Clean works. Pray for me, please.
Also, please understand that I am in no way upset with my husband. Accidents happen. I know that for a fact. You see, on the other side of our living room, there is a burn in the carpet about two feet long. It turns out the carpet in our house is plastic. How do I know this? Well, I don't. All I know is I was ironing clothes one day (who does that anymore?) and I ran off of the towel I had under the shirt I was ironing... and this is when I noticed that that spot had become noticeably darker than the rest of the carpet. I am reminded of this mistake every morning as I walk into the living room in my bare feet. Why do I think my carpet is plastic? Not only because it melted, but that spot now holds a noticeably harder consistency than the rest of the carpet in our house and it is even more noticeably hard when you run your bare feet along its scratchiness.
Well, no more time to worry about these little accidents. I am taking a 23 year old husband to see a birthday movie courtesy of my mom's birthday present to him.
Let's see if I can understand Sherlock Holmes 2 anymore than I understood the first... (Yes. I have watched Sherlock Holmes with my husband 3 times now and still cannot tell you what it is about for the life of me.)
And that is why I have more important things to worry about than cheap carpet.
Have a wonderful Friday night!
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Sunday, December 11, 2011

*Tree Adventure*

So on Saturday, we went to find our Christmas Tree.
Let's just say it was definitely an adventure...
SO we started out the day by going to Cal Ranch to buy us a tree permit so we wouldn't get busted on our way home. FAIL.
Cal was out of them. The guy we talked to said they had bought 300 and sold them out in less than a week. They bought 50 more, and those sold out like hot-cakes, too.
(This is where the story doesn't make much sense to me...)
So, they got rid of the fifty and the manager decided that they had hit a stroke of luck, but they'd better not push it. So... they didn't order anymore permits.
(??? They sold out in less than two weeks and didn't buy anymore??? OK...)
So, it was off to Valley Wide Home and Ranch.
We got there and, good news, they had some permits!
Bad news; they only took cash or check and all we had was debit.
So we went to the cash register and bought some snacks and asked if we could get some cash back. "We don't do that here, so you'll have to go use the ATM on the other side of the store."
We went to the ATM and before we even put our card in, we saw a little note flashing on the screen. It said, "Sorry. Out of service. Please tell attendant."
We went back to the counter and waited to be told that we needed to go to the bank across the parking lot. Being Saturday, the bank was closed. Andrew put the card in the drive-up ATM and chose to withdraw some money. The machine responded that it was temporarily unable to dispense money.
Now that this story has drug on far too long, I will tell you that my husband, who was sick of running all around town, turned and said to me, "This is ridiculous. We are just going to go get a tree. We don't need a permit."
So, off we went!
(with me freaking out thinking we were surely going to be thrown in jail later)
We decided to go up to Medicine Lodge and on our way up the mountain, we saw this...
If you look really closely, in the middle of the picture, there is a line up of elk! We couldn't get a shot of all of them, but we pulled over and counted 21 elk! It was amazing!
We sat and watched them for a few minutes, then kept driving on up the road.
Andrew and I had talked about what type of tree we wanted, but I think he was thinking of something a bit on the large side compared to what I wanted.
We got into some snow and I saw this and thought it was absolutely perfect!!!
Andrew saw it and just laughed at me and kept driving.
So we went on down the road until there was so much snow that Andrew was afraid of getting his pickup stuck. He pulled over and got out and we walked up the hill. And then we saw this and Andrew said it was the perfect tree.I said it was lopsided... but I have to admit it was cute. I just didn't want Andrew to know that hehe. It had character, and Mr. Lumberjack was very excited to cut something down. I decided that I shouldn't hold that joy from him much longer.
He was trucking. Really excited to go start up that chain saw and chop that baby down.
(Or he was just cold... I don't know... maybe a little bit of both?)

^^^
I think he looks like the miner off of that old Rudolph movie.
(♫ Silver and gold. Silver and♫... hehehe)

We were so happy and excited! I love him so much!

He thought he was pretty hot stuff dragging that tree around.
(Well, maybe he didn't, but I sure did!!!)

It's so nice to have a tree in our home! We both loved decorating it! It does have quite a hole on the top left side, but that's OK. We both love it. I think that a real tree is the only way to go and even though our day started out kind of weird, we both agree that it was one of the best days! We loved every second of it and a grateful for the memories that we made!

Friday, December 9, 2011

No Christmas Tree...

I have lived through 20 Christmas days.
TWENTY!!!
(Holy Smokes!!!)
This means that I have experienced 20 Christmas trees!
(Yes, I coaxed my roommates into letting me bring in live trees the last two years. They loved it too!)
But, this year is different. I don't know what it is, but Andrew and I have yet to go out and find that perfect little tree.
I am sad.
It is horrible, but I just can't seem to get into the Christmas spirit without the tree.
We have just been super busy and don't want to spend $30 on a tree that is way bigger than we need.
So that is why I am SUPER excited about this Saturday.
We are going to head up to Medicine Lodge and chop down a little "Charlie Browner" to bring home and decorate.
I CAN'T WAIT.
I'll be sure to keep you posted!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

There's something I want you to see...

This is my husband the caveman...

And this was the caveman 39 days ago...

For any who question:
If you suddenly see me with a younger looking gent at my side, no I do not have a new boyfriend. I just have a husband who happens to easily change his appearance.
(We were at the market and saw Seth Hansen{Andrew's BFF}. He recognized me before he recognized Andrew because his beard had grown so much since our last visit.)
Note:
Andrew stopped shaving on November 4th (No shave November). He has trimmed his beard twice since. Other than that, it's all nat-ur-al, baby! Actually, he trimmed up this morning before we took those first two pictures. I walked in on him and got upset because I told him I wanted to see how long it would get if he kept it going until January. Oh well, it's still pretty long! For anyone who is reading this, I am sorry about my weird faces in ALL of these pictures. I am not sure what I am thinking when the camera gets in my face. So, to end this growing and very pointless story, I guess I just want to say that I think it is so cool that my husband will be turning 23 in a week and he can choose to look like a 23 year old, or a forty year old. All with the touch of a razor!