Before & After

Before:

After:

After one whole year of saving for and talking about getting a bigger and better TV....it's finally here! My dear Watson stood in line at Costco for two hours (in the cold, mind you) to get this baby and we are so excited about it.  Costco didn't print what kind of TV sales they were going to have in their Black Friday ad so we were just going on faith that we'd find something good. We had saved up our money and waited so long that we wanted to make sure we got a GOOD tv for the money we had. I didn't want to buy a knock off brand with poor sound quality from Target just because it was only $200 on Black Friday.  We were at Target at midnight and there was no way we could have got one of those TV's anyway. Crazy people.

It's a 47" Vizio and it was $489.  With tax, we only went $30 over our budget (which we were expecting taxes to do that anyway, so only $30 was great).

Yay for TV's!

Moments

 My dear Watson and I were the only family from our entire ward to be affected by a recent boundary change in our Stake.  They overlooked it at first when they made the announcement to our ward that we would only be receiving families, not losing.  Bishop paid us a personal visit the next day to let us know of the mistake and that we would be the only family going to a new ward.  I think we were most sad about leaving our callings. I loved teaching the Sunbeams, although utterly exhausting, it brought me a lot of joy.  My dear Watson worked with the Deacons and would miss the opportunities to help them as they develop their testimonies.

I recently saw a mother of one of my sunbeams (one who I was sure never heard a word I said), and she told me that Carson was saying things that she thought I was teaching them in primary. His little sister was touching their mom's glasses and Carson told her not to do that because they are made of glass and would break, and then their mom would be blind from glass in her eyes.  Then he said "but don't worry mom, Jesus would make you not blind again."  Jesus healing the blind man was a story we talked about often in Sunbeams, and his mom said they had never told that story at home. It was a precious moment for me to know that Carson had been touched by that story enough that he remembered it and could say with confidence that Jesus would heal. And I loved his literal application of the story...Jesus would literally make his mom not blind, even today. I think most of us would just liken that story to how Jesus can heal us from pain and sorrow as we struggle through our trials; but Carson's faith was perfect.

That is one of the things I was thinking about as I watched this Mormon message. Am I the only one who cries like a baby when I watch these things, and then every time I think about it throughout the day?  

Say What?

I ran a 1/2 marathon on Saturday.  I have run 2 other 1/2 marathons and one full, and I usually run them pretty conservatively. I don't start out too fast because I don't want to get burned out at mile 10.  I have been training almost a minute faster per mile for this race (I didn't train faster on purpose, it just all of a sudden started taking me less time to run my daily runs).  I was really nervous for this race because I wanted to see what I had in me. I wanted to see just how fast I could go, but I didn't want to go too fast at the beginning that I slowed way down at the end.  I did some researching of the results of this particular 1/2 marathon from last year and I knew that if I ran it in 1:45 I would be somewhere in 6th ish place for my age division.  So, my secret goal was 1:45 but I didn't vocalize it because I didn't know if I could really do it. That is pretty fast, and would definitely be faster than I have ever run before.  So when people asked me I said I wanted to do it in under 1:55 (because that was my  best time so far).

I knew I had to start fast from the get go or I really wouldn't have a chance to even get less than 1:55.  So I started out fast. There was a lot of downhill and I took advantage of each down hill to help propel me forward even when it flattened out.  There weren't pacers in this race and I don't wear a watch so I had no idea how fast I was going. I heard one guy say as I was passing him that when they came out of the shoot (crossed the start line) they were doing a 7:30 (per mile), but I figured they had slowed way down so the fact that I was passing them made me think I was doing something around 8:00 or 8:30.  I kept pushing it and around mile 11 I was starting to feel like I was slowing down.  I knew I couldn't give up this close to the end so I started my self-talk, you know, "you're strong" "you can do it" "i'm not in pain."  The last .2 miles of the race were on the track at Snow Canyon High School.  I came around the last bend and I could see my dear Watson cheering me on.  I expected to see 1:50 on the clock, so imagine my surprise when it said 1:38.  I screamed to my dear Watson and pointed at the clock! 1:38!!! Somehow I found it in me to sprint to the finish line. At least I think I sprinted.

I had a feeling that I could be anywhere from 3rd to 5th place in my age division, so I checked the results but they hadn't printed the 3rd place winner yet.....that was good news!  When they finally printed it I ended up coming in 4th place, just a mere 10 seconds behind the 3rd place girl. 10 seconds?? If I would have known that I totally would have passed her...I could have taken home a trophy to commemorate my best run ever.  I was doing on average 7:34 miles...for 13.1 miles.

I was shocked and amazed and really grateful that I was able to push myself and be so successful.  It was hard and I haven't felt this sore since I ran a marathon--I usually don't feel too sore after a 1/2. Seriously, my body is paying for it, but it's just a reminder that I reached -- no---surpassed a really tough goal.

Why do I always make the ugliest faces while I'm running.  This is where I'm pointing to the clock and yelling at my dear Watson to look at the time. 

We were Barney and Betty Rubble for Halloween. 

It was Jenny BF's birthday last week so I made her some home made marshmallows. She likes mallows so I made them extra special.

I packaged them up like this and shipped them to Athens, Georgia, not Greece.  I'm not sure what 4 days in the mail did to them but Jenny seemed to like em anyway!

D-D-D-Dangerous!

Our friends Sandi and Brent called us up and said they had tickets to a couples retreat at CLAS ropes course that they weren’t going to be able to use. She offered them to me and I said sure, thinking it sounded like it might be fun.  It turns out, it was a lot more than fun and this was no small gift. We spent 5 hours on all the CLAS Ropes equipment (rock walls, giant swings, giant ladders, zip line etc.) and they gave us a snack as we had couples ‘reflection time’ and then they fed us dinner, dessert and had a great guest speaker.  We both had soooo much fun and we decided we need to be willing to do more of these kinds of things to strengthen our marriage, and to just plain have fun with each other—even if we have to spend a little money to do it. Thanks so much Sandi and Brent!

Check. It. Out.

We started out by trying to figure out how to uncross those ropes without taking them off our wrists. We weren't one of the one's to figure it out on our own...we had some help :).

Then we went inside and made buildings out of noodles, marshmallows, tape and a cup.  We built the Empire State Building, you know, the one in France. :)

Then we did this thing on the ground. We kept taking steps back until we couldn't any more.

Then we did that same thing while balancing 2 feet off the ground on metal wires. Tuck that toosh sister!

Now my dear Watson needs to tuck!

Then I made this awesome face.

We swung on a giant swing.  My dear Watson was doing back flips and front flips like it was nobody's business. He is so brave.

I never quite made it all the way around, and then I felt sick.

I am making sure he can't see for our next game...

Blindfold tag! The men wore blindfolds while their wives spoke to them about which direction they needed to go so they wouldn't get "it".  My dear Watson NEVER got "it". That's because I did an excellent job of pointing where he needed to go.

Then we switched. And I got "it" 3 times.

We did some rock climbing! On his way down my dear Watson made me come off the ground and my hair got stuck in the Gri-Gri.  Haha haha. I had to yank some out. (He's on the left).

I'm a climber!

Then we climbed giant staples on a telephone pole up 30 feet and swung down the zip line.

Couple reflection time.

Then we did something CRAZY! We climbed more giant staples on a telephone pole up 25 ish feet and jumped to our doom.

There was a ring about 10 feet out that we were supposed to grab. I got one foot off the platform and crumbled. But...

My dear Watson grabbed that dang ring! 

Then we climbed the Giant's Ladder. The rungs of the ladder got further apart each time. My dear Watson is lending me a knee, then he has to climb up all by himself.

 After the Giant's Ladder we had Costa Vida while we listened to a lady recommend we keep a "grateful" journal for our spouse. At the end of every day you are supposed to write something down that your spouse did that you're grateful for. I've been doing it because I love how it makes me stop and realize how my husband does something wonderful every single day.

It's Almost Black Friday Time!

I just read something that said Black Friday is going to have the most, and best deals it has had since 2008.  *YAY*.  I don’t like shopping-- mostly because it takes too long and everything is too expensive and I don’t like the massive crowds of inconsiderate people (especially at WalMart).  BUT, I do love a good deal (and a good tradition), so I look forward to the chaos of Black Friday with hope that I’ll find something cheap enough to actually spend my money on. I’m in the market for some new boots (I’m hoping for a 2 pair deal), and a TV. We’ve been saving up so my dear Watson’s dream of owning his own big TV can finally come true. Although, we rarely get a single channel we can watch due to bad antenna reception. I kind of think a bigger TV is only going to make that more depressing. I’ll also be shopping for Christmas presents for friends and family—it’s always easier to buy things for other people than for myself.

I ended up with 5 pumpkins! I think pumpkins are the best way to celebrate fall.  Here’s me, like a little girl at the pumpkin house on 1600 North.

You gotta look at a close up of this picture. What. a. face.

I’ve always wanted to buy pumpkins from that nice old man, and now that the city is trying to shut him down, I figured this year was a great time to give him my business. I was in heaven. We spent $5 and got 3 babies and a toddler sized.  Then our nice landlord gave us a big one from his garden.  

My dear Watson had a birthday on Tuesday. Poor guy had to spend almost the whole day and night at school.  I wanted to surprise him by decorating our front door before he woke up in the morning.  I was so excited as I placed the last balloon on the door that he didn’t wake up! I actually, finally, was going to really surprise him.  I took a step back to admire my work, and saw two giant eyes staring at me from the little window on the door.  I screamed like I was being mugged and then we had a good laugh. So, I didn’t surprise him after all—but he sure surprised me.  I got him a few lame presents (because I bought him an Ipod Touch this year which kind of counted as a lot of presents) and I called him a lot to say happy birthday.  He had a root beer float (thanks Hannah and Kendall!) at the end of the night to top it all off. 

His best fake surprise face.

 

 

 

 

My dear Watson met me at the Creamery on 9th after a long run a few Saturday's ago and we got free blue pancakes for Homecoming!

Pumpkin Pie Milkshake. It literally tasted like a pumpkin pie in a cup. SOOOOO delicious.

Adrenaline Rush

My dear Watson and I needed some potatoes for our Pumpkin Soup dinner yesterday, so we stopped at the BYU farmers market to get a bag of delicious Idaho potatoes.  While we were taste-testing spicy pepper jelly on a Ritz cracker with cream cheese, we heard what sounded like a rear-ending car crash.  It didn’t take long to realize it was a rear ending, but it wasn’t two cars; it was a bicyclist who rear ended the car.   My dear Watson rushed up there and started telling people to get paper towels or napkins. One of the people who ran up to help was a CNA so she took over dressing his wounds. 

The biker was changing lanes from the bike lane towards the left, as if he was going to turn left at the light just ahead.  There were 2 lanes of traffic so he was probably looking to the left to make sure he was clear in the second lane, and misjudged the car that was stopped in front of him at the red light.  His head hit the back windshield and shattered it.  He had deep, deep cut about ½ inch below his eye and the CNA was pulling glass out of it and trying to apply pressure to stop the bleeding.  He also had a cut on his arm.  My dear Watson was talking to him and the man kept asking what city he was in, what happened etc.  At one point he said something like “I never crash.” A random lady was claiming she does “energy healings” and it was like she was doing the actions to Popcorn Popping right in his face—over and over. It was WEIRD.

He was laying in the middle of the lane, so some of the bystanders were directing traffic around him. It took the paramedics forever to get there because it was right during rush hour traffic around Provo.  Eventually we saw a woman riding up on her bike and it turned out to be his wife. They were biking together and she got far enough ahead that she didn’t know what had happened. She turned around when she noticed he wasn’t behind her.  She seemed a bit shocked. 

It couldn’t have happened at a better time, really.  There were a lot of people close by at the farmers market who were just ready to help right away.  When they needed ice and paper towels we communicated that back to the Farmer’s Market booths and voila! we had ice and paper towels.  I think he’s going to be okay. He was wearing a helmet and biking sunglasses, which is probably what protected his head and eyes. 

My dear Watson got some blood on his new jeans, but for a noble cause (and it washed out well). 

I stood there watching as a grown man lay helpless on the road, and random strangers got blood on their clothes to help relieve his pain and suffering.  It was a humbling experience as I considered if it had been me, how grateful I would be to those people for helping me. It was quite the adrenaline rush.

A Cake and Some Bibs

Well, my cake turned out to be beautiful AND delicious!  It's white cake with a vanilla cream mousse filling and with homemade caramel poured over the top layer. Buttercream frosting on the outside with purple swirls. My dear Watson said it looked like an 80's wedding cake. 

I've also been doing a little bit of sewing lately.  I made these bibs for my SIL who just had a baby on Saturday.

What? This was NOT upside down in my folder.