That time I lost my shorts at Seven Peaks.

We decided to get the "Pass of All Passes" and have loved going to Seven Peaks, especially since it is so close to our house.  Earlier in the summer some of the  highest rides weren't open yet so we knew when we saw them open we had to go give them a try.  We decided on the orange tall slide.  If you have been, you know what I mean.  It drops you straight down. I tried looking for a pic on their website, but no luck.  Anyway, you have the option of either head first on a mat or feet first on your back with no mat.  It was my turn and I marched up to the slide determined to go head first like Randal had done before me and then got way too scared, wimped out and threw my mat aside and went on my back.  I knew the risk of a wedgie was high.  I was not expecting the opposite.  Somehow going down my shorts fell off of my rump and my top flipped up revealing my whole backside and my entire stomach.  Luckily the built in bra part kept my suit from exposing my entire chest, but all of Seven Peaks, or at least those watching me go down the orange slide were lucky enough to see me moon them.  I frantically adjusted my swim bottoms and was met with Randal doubled over in laughter.  It's a good thing I don't get embarrassed to easily...

Celeb Look-A-Like

At work the other day, my friend told me that I look like Robin off of "How I Met Your Mother".  Other than being a tall brunette, I don't see it.

I have also been told I look like Kate Middleton (I wish!), Audrey Hepburn, Zooey Deschanel (Randal thinks so but I certainly do not see it), and Chelsea Hobbs from this show.

So, while avoiding cleaning up my desk turned sewing table, I decided to take it to the professionals.  I used the face recognition and this is what I came up as.

I suppose I should probably just be happy that people think I look like pretty brunettes instead of middle aged Asian men.

2 Year Anniversary

Randal and I celebrated 2 years of marriage yesterday.  I woke up early and made breakfast in bed complete with coconut pancakes with coconut syrup (one of our favorite treats from our honeymoon in Oahu), bacon, and granola with strawberries.  Randal is still in school and I had work so we couldn't spend the whole day together but later that night we headed up to Park City to go eat at The Farm.  I don't think I have ever spent so much on dinner.  We ordered our meals, Randal had the lamb and I had the barley risotto, and we had the squash soup appetizer to share.  After about an hour we got our meals and Randal asked our waitress if maybe they had run out of the soup or something since we never got it.  She was so apologetic and quickly got our soup, took it off the bill, and gave us our choice of dessert on the house.  I was seriously impressed with her.  I don't think we have ever had better service.  So we ate our meal and our soup, and she brought out some hot tea for us and blankets since we were eating outdoors.  We chose the lemon pie for dessert and it did not disappoint.  Our reservation was at 7:45 and we didn't end up leaving until 10:30.  During dinner we talked about our lives right now and started a new tradition of making predictions on what our lives will be like on our 3rd anniversary.  It was fun to be able to relax and talk about us and our futures instead of the humdrum of everyday life that we get caught up in.  We have been together almost 3 years, and married for 2 of them now.  I can't even believe it.  As cheesy as it sounds, we are perfect for each other.  Randal complements me so well.  I love our little life together (complete with Sal gal of course) and I am excited (and freaking out) about what our future brings.

Snuggled in his complimentary blanket.

This was the only container our waitress could find for a soda.  She cut a hole in the top of a plastic container so she could fit a straw in it.  We laughed so hard.

Foggy picture, but writing our predictions for our 3rd year of marriage.

Oh, and in honor of tradition wedding presents, the 2nd anniversary is Cotton.  So our only gifts to each other besides cards were robes.  A blue and a pink one.  hahahaha!  I feel so luxurious in it, and yet a lot like a frumpy housewife.

Bathroom Babies

One of the best (and worst) qualities about Sally is that she alerts us whenever someone is coming to our house.

Imagine me, lounging in bed, watching Dawson's Creek, wearing sweats and a T-shirt, house a mess, completely not expecting house guests when I hear a car pull up and Sal starts going nuts.  I peeked out the window to see a little hispanic family, a mom, dad, and four kids pile out of their car with a video camera and start walking towards the back of the house.  As quick as I can, I start cleaning up the living room and I hear them knock on our front door.  They were very friendly and explained that their second to youngest son was born in this house, right in the bathroom, and that his birthday is coming up and they wanted to show him.  Hoping they meant the basement bathroom, I asked and they kindly responded that it was in fact not the basement, but my upstairs bathroom and they were hoping to come in and see it.  Mortified, I let them in.  The VERY last thing I was expecting to do was let a Latin family in my bathroom to see where their son was birthed.  I wasn't even wearing a bra for the day! But they came in and I apologized for the mess (cleaning up today is on my to do list...I just haven't felt like getting up for the day yet...) and 5 minutes and 10 pictures later they were gone.

Now that they are gone I honestly don't think I will be able to look at my bathroom the same way again.  There is also incentive for me to always keep my house clean, even the bathroom and our office/junkroom where they insisted on showing their kids their old bedroom.  It was very bizarre but they looked so happy and were so friendly that it probably wasn't as weird as it could have been.

So that's about it.  A baby was born in my bathroom.  How has your Friday been?

The very bathroom!

Summer so far - get ready to read

Since graduating, I have been sort of floundering in life.  Going to school for (5!) years and having a job you could have done in high school is not all that fulfilling.  I am very grateful for my job, and I really do enjoy it, I just wish it was related to something I worked on for years in school.  When you graduate people ALWAYS ask you, so what are you doing now?  Well, basically the exact same thing I was doing 6 months ago when I was still a student, thanks for bringing it up.  I wish I had a career where I was using my education, but I don't, and for now, that's okay.  But it does make me feel like a failure every time someone asks what my plans are now.  Oh well, I'm guilty of asking the same thing.

Randal just finished an internship up at Northstar Alarms and got another internship at Zagg in South Salt Lake.  If I wasn't married to the guy I'd probably be jealous of how well his work life is going.  At least I get to cash in on his success!  He started Zagg last week and already loves it.  He told me there are free snacks anytime, basketball, and one of his good friends from the mission works there too.  The only downside is that we still live in Provo and he has to commute up there.  A few nights of the week he stays with his brother so he doesn't have to make the drive daily (Anybody reading this better not get any ideas about sneaking over here because they think I'm alone.  I have a guard dog and I sleep with a gun and I'm not afraid to use it).  The other days he has class and goes from work at 7am straight to class at 4pm until 6:30pm.  I feel so bad for him.  He hasn't worked this crazy of a schedule in a long time.  Gone are the endless days of golf.  Also, I have a mom and a sister who are married to pilots that are gone for days at a time, so I realize I don't have much room to complain about not seeing Randal.  Still isn't fun though.

I'm working at Wilson Diamonds.  It really is a great job.  Everyone I work with is awesome and I like being there.  Up until now I have always worked both Fridays and Saturdays but yesterday I was able to get my schedule worked out so I am only working M-F!  This will be great because I already am not seeing Randal a whole lot so now we will have the weekends together.  Oh the possibilities!

A few weekends ago we went up to Randal's family reunion in Swan Valley.  It really was incredible.  It was maybe even a little bit prettier than the Valley, and that is saying a lot.  The lodge was nestled in a canyon next to a creek.  The best part was the GIANT slide.  It was seriously huge.  Being with all that family was fun, but we were grateful to be back in our own beds with our Sal (pets were not invited).

This is the lodge.  You can't really tell but next to those stairs are a slide that starts at the top and goes beyond the picture.  You have to ride carpet down.  It was intense.

I stole this from Heather B.  Forgive me?  

A few Saturdays ago Randal got up bright and early and went dirt biking (think motorcyles, not pedal bikes) with a friend.  I was leaving for work at 11am when I heard them pull up.  They usually are gone all day so I was happy I got to see him before I left.  Turns out, they were back because Randal crashed after 30 minutes of the ride.  The night before he had been cleaning his bike and making sure it ran well and he thinks it gave it a bit more pep than he was expecting.  He knew he was going to crash and he thought he could run out from underneath it but his boot got stuck and it fell on him.  His friend was a few minutes behind him and he said he passed out from the pain.  After his friend found him, they had to ride back to our truck and he didn't think he had broken anything.  Well when they told me this I panicked and wasn't going to go to work but Randal said he was fine and insisted I go.  Of course during this my phone decided to fall apart and not work anymore so as I was calling my sister Shelby for help it dies so I had to spend my whole shift wondering exactly what was happening.  Randal ended up going to the doctor at BYU and he broke his collar bone.  After wearing the sling for maybe a day, he decided he didn't need it anymore.  It has been a week and a half and he keeps telling me that he is like wolverine and heals almost instantly.  Basically, he feels almost 100% now.

My fragile little husband.

Oh and we also bought a little A/C unit for our bedroom.  It is just too damn hot in here (excuse my language, the heat is too much to handle!)  For some reason our swamp cooler won't cool down our bedroom.  It works alright for the rest of the house but our room was way too hot.  I was afraid for little sal being home in the heat and we could barely sleep.  It has saved us.

Previously 90 degrees in our house, now down to about 62 at night.  It is heaven.   

This weekend we are going up to visit my brother Zack who is leaving to medical school next week.  I'm so excited for him.  His life is pretty great now and we love having him back.  It will be sad to see him gone for so long, but hopefully he will make friends and even find a girl.  He has dated a few girls, but none that have really stuck.  He deserves the best after what he has been through.