Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Getting closer!!!

Hi everyone!

Sorry this is such a short post. We are working hard to get everything together for the incredible event... it's only ELEVEN days away! We are so excited we can't hardly stand oursleves. We apologize for not posting our every little doing here on the blog; if anyone is still even following it they might have been sort of disappointed lately.

If you haven't RSVP'd, and you can make it to either reception, please let us know!

Her'es the info:

Open House and Dinner
(Catered by Julianne Psuik & Co.)
Saturday, November 21st, from 6:30 to 9:00 pm
At the LDS Institute Building,
630 S. Meldrum Ave.
Fort Collins, CO

Reception and (naturally) Dinner with Program
(Catered by Temple Square Hospitality)
Saturday, November 28th, beginning at 5:30
In the Sharon and Manchester Rooms
in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, 9th floor
Salt Lake City, UT

Again, please please RSVP if you haven't already! Time's running out!

We'd like to take just a quick moment and thank everyone who has helped in any way to put this all together, and especially recognize and thank our parents for their love, generosity, and devotion. We are so, so grateful for you!!!!

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Scary Food Contest!


Here we find a collection of the downright eeriest food that ever was, as well as the kitchen-workshop and the mastermind behind it. I was absolutely flabbergasted by Heather's creativity, ingenuity, productivity, capability, and spook-ability. I am so enormously positively blessed to have her in my life, and one of the countless reasons why is that I know holidays will always be terrific. Happy Halloween (a couple days ago)!

Looks like those pesky ancient Egyptians are at it again...
At least they seem happy. :-)

She was especially proud of the mummies' gooey green guts. I can't give away all her secrets, so let it simply be said that an alarming degree of cheese was involved.

A tray full of eyeballs!!! Aaaaack! With creepy red blood vessels! AAAAACK!!

These things went FAST, too. She whipped up an entire cookie sheet of them, and by the time I got around to taking a picture, people had eaten all but six. Must be the hazel.



And here she is, and her kitchen too (or what was left of it). Note the sweet apron. Her work was as prolific as it was delicious. I wish we had a good picture of her homemade intestines--she took a sort of goolash mixture and baked it underneath carefully-molded bread dough, so as to represent the convolutions of the small intestine and all the stuff inside. She even painted blood vessels on the dough, presumably with red food coloring but perhaps with real blood because her room mates have been acting rather strange lately and I believe there may be one fewer than there were last week.

At any rate, I was so proud of her and the fun stuff she thought of! I love you Heather!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Russet Rumpus

Except most of the russets we found were either frozen or tiny or both—not exactly prime french fry material. Fortunately unfrozen red potatoes were in plentiful abundance (at least until after we left).

“But wait!” you exclaim. “Wherein lay this rumpus, and of what was it composed?” It was here, in the cultural powerhouse of eastern Idaho, where not even the dead can escape the shadow of the spud. Men and women build their families by this vegetable. Houses, towns, and cities spring where once there was naught but a field—or rather, a potential plot of potato promises. Children are born and many grow up right along with the roots upon which they feed. Indeed even the vagrant college students with no more permanence in this place than a tumbleweed will invariably find themselves in one way or another manacled to this most omnipresent of tubers.

So it was with us, and we fell prey to the gleaning trade. And should any of you bemoan our fate, I can only wonder if all is not lost. I am hopeful that I shall one day see Heather again, her who last was seen staggering under the weight of full bag of gleaned pickings, eyes close to the ground, scanning, fingers digging in the loose cold dirt, prying, feeling through numb extremities for yet another potato. And so she will inevitably wander on, wherever she is and wherever she goes, while I sit alone in my room and peck out my sorrows on an unfeeling keyboard. Farewell, sweet maiden, sweet fiancé. Farewell, fine maker of french fries, hash browns, and potato stews. Should our paths cross again I will surely repent and take my journey alongside thee, and together we will wind into the Idahoan sunset forever. But for now, alas,

I can but wait and wish, and wait and dream,

Of bacon bits and loneliness and sour cream.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Pigs in a Blanket - A Tribute

I wanted to add just a quick post in honor of that most delicious of snacks, the virtuous pig in a blanket.


I've found Heather to be a leading authority on the subject. In fact, it was during one of our more electrifying discussions that she told me how overlooked pigs in a blanket are nowadays. We have found that when the average group of adults is presented with a platter of processed meat cylinders ensconced in homemade dough, their eyes will widen in astonishment and their voices will grow low with awe and anticipation; it is evident from these reactions that when we pass into adulthood we begin to forget about both pigs and blankets in all but the very literal sense. "But," Heather will tell you, even as she has often told me, "they're coming back! And I love that!"


So do all of us, Heather. And every platter of pigs in a blanket that I have witnessed her bring into being has done more to weaken the powers of evil in this world than a billion Boy Scouts helping ten billion little old ladies to cross the street. If they are indeed coming back--if pigs in a blanket may one day seize the nation even as they have seized our hearts--then it will only be due to one worthy and faithful girl's efforts in a noble cause. May we all join together and support her in this timeless endeavor, for together we can bring both hope to the hopeless, joy to the joyless, and blankets for the pigs in all of us.

Ready to feed at sunrise, a drove of blanketed pigs surrounds the feeding trough just as the dawning light breaks over the eastern napkin in this dramatic photograph.

Enthusiastically showing off their patriotism, these pigs nevertheless wait with understandable anxiety for the 4th of July picnic festivities to begin.

Still striking, even after millennia of the inexorable Sahara sun, this recently-discovered archaeological find suggests that pigs in a blanket were not necessarily unknown in ancient Egyptian theology. Although the red and yellow columns in the background still present mysteries of their own...

...new discoveries such as these sarcophagi provide fascinating clues as to the ancient royal entombment proceedings. Mummies like these were not thought to exist until recently, when
experts discovered a genealogy of "swine pharaohs" buried in the tomb of Amenhotep III. Compelling evidence notwithstanding, however, some researchers still speculate that these may have only been the ancient Egyptian equivalent of LDS primary children's craft projects.

Appearing at first glance like some kind of bizarre dicephalic snack time phenomena, these Chinese pigs in a blanket are actually proof that staples of one culture are often manifested in another. Although ethnocentrism will ultimately claim them as her own (in that both the arrangement and the toppings are foreign to our Americanized preferences), the basic ingredients and spirit of these oriental creations hold true to their Western heredity.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Futon Fun

Having fun taking pictures of my futon to sell (:




For some reason, Doug makes furniture look so much smaller than it really is.
Without Doug:

With Doug:

Ode to Doug's Camera

I am so grateful for Doug's camera. I have really benefited by it this summer. He let me borrow it when he came to visit me for the 4th of July. Since then I have used it numerous times at work and just for fun.

Doug swimming in the river while I led the outdoor cooking activity with the ward's Relief Society. It was such a perfect evening!


I love the lighting in this park in the evening.


These two pictures were for work. I took a lot of pictures for the company to use on their websites, brochures, etc. I don't know how I could have taken this picture without Doug's night landscape setting. Thank you Doug!






This was taken this past friday. An apartment complex left their sprinklers on over night, but the temperatures dropped below freezing and remained cold throughout the day. This was taken mid-day and the landscape was an ice spectacle!



Not too Busy for Yellowstone

Sorry, we have been so bad at keeping our blog updated. Doug and I are keeping nice and busy which makes for a quicker engagement, and feeling accomplished. I am actually grateful for wedding and future planning, as it has kept me very occupied (to my surprise) while Doug is busy with his homework. Work is slowing down, however, giving me about 10 more hours each week to take care of previous neglected things: my room, pampering Doug, exercise, planning, more scripture study, and enjoying life. I am reluctant to begin my 2nd-job-hunt because I feel like life is finally balanced (:
Before school began, we were able to enjoy a wonderful little weekend trip to Yellowstone with my brother Sean. Below are some select pictures. In just two days we were able to see a lot and get a full Yellowstone fix. I have really enjoyed summer here in Idaho and fully experiencing the natural wonders just a short drive away.


mammoth hot springs


A morning view of geyser steam

Doug and Sean


At the end of Tom's Cabin trail



Doug took this beautiful picture of Yellowstone Canyon.