Snowed In

This past weekend we went up to the Edwards cabin in Oakley with a bunch of friends.  It was beyond fun.  Who doesn't want a weekend snowmobiling, snow shoeing, tubing, playing games, great food, and snuggling up to to the hubby while it continues to snow all weekend.  Well, it was perfect.  

We found out that Battle of the Sexes is a game that has a very low view on women.  The questions the guys had to answer:  

What is your grandmother's sister called?

What is the piece of cloth called you put on a baby when they are eating?

We also found out that doing things one more time, always is better than just once.  Come on guys, one more, one more!

While we were there, I was trying to figure out what I would do for my creative project due yesterday. It had to be based off of a reading we had done in my english class, and it had to be creative.  Then it came to me.  Snow.  Cold.  Fields.  Matches.  Camera.  Brady.  And so we "creatively" captured the visual images from Jack London's short story, "To Build A Fire," and Brady pretended to freeze to death.  Such a good man.

And ruggedly handsome with his beard.

Also, one of my best friend's got engaged this weekend.  Congratulations to Jake and Rach!  They are getting married on July 21 and we are so excited for them!  Join the ranks, marriage is bliss!

The Double-Fist-Pump

Brady and I are a very game-oriented, competitive couple.  We have a pile of games in our apartment, and can spend hours sitting down and challenging each other.  It brings a lot of fun into our home, whether it is just the two of us playing, or friends come over to play with us.  On the weekends, breakfast is often determined by the winner of a game and the loser has to make it.  Games are fun.  They make us laugh, create good memories, and bring out a good competitive nature between people.  Except card games for us.

Last week, the card game was Egyptian Rat-Screw (what a name), and this week it is Nertz.  When we first start playing we are laughing, but by the time the second game starts, our apartment is silent and all we want is to win.  Maybe because card games are individual effort mixed with a lot of luck, but these games get heated. 

Last night, we were playing Nertz and Brady won.  As soon as he called, "NERTZ!" and slammed his last card on the pile, both his fist start punching the air above him.  I know refer to this as the double-fist-pump. It is aggravating.  I no longer want to see that double-fist-pump.  I want to win. 

Maybe we need to keep away from card games for a little while.

p.s. I just looked, there is an official Nertz website.  That is funny.

Two Chicken Nuggets and French Fries

Is that all?  

Nope. Two chicken nuggets and french fries from Wendy's.  It was 1 a.m. and the hubby and I were pulling out of the drive through when I heard this order taken.  Before pulling away, I reached over Brady, gave the man at the window my card and said, "Will you pay for theirs too?  Tell them it's an anonymous gift!"  And then we drove away.

Now, I wish that I was a good enough citizen to say that I did this out of the whim of my heart.  It was an assignment.  Buy someone a coke.  Then blog about it.  Maybe me telling this ruins the spectacular-ness (?) of it, but it still felt good.  If you do something just because somebody told you to, does it always have to ruin it?  When I was a kid, my mom always told me to clean my room, and I still felt good after when my room was clean.  Same for now.  As we drove away from the drive-up window, Brady and I both felt happy.

So try it.  Buy someone a coke.  Or in other words, help a stranger.  Do something for someone that you wouldn't normally do.  And then, heck, blog about it.  Spread the love.  Pay it forward.

Brrrrrrr

So, to the point, it is cold.  Stepping outside feels like opening the freezer and sticking my head into it, and then my whole body.  Who does that?  No one, that is why it is too cold.  When Brady and I are feeling extra cold, we look at the temperature in Houston to warm ourselves and be excited.  

Last night my phone said 3 degrees. 

So Houston it was.  

77030.

23 degrees.

I'm still cold.  What is happening?  It is beautiful outside, the groundhog didn't see his shadow, and yet it is 12 degrees.  

So when it is cold, these are some of our solutions for today:

Socks with usually no-sock-shoes

Multiple layers of coats

No holding hands outside

Peppermint Tea

Soup

No phone calls outside.  My hand almost fell off.

Walk briskly, maybe even jog to keep warmer.   (Brady this morning said he felt bad for people who climb Everest, because they never get warm, just like we weren't.  Good point. And definitely applicable.)

Warm dinner tonight, movie, and blankets?  I think so.

Look Before You Walk!

This past September, a girl was hit by a car and killed around BYU campus.  She was walking around 8 p.m. with a friend, and they both were hit by a man who did not see them.  Now, this story is terribly sad, and I know that.  But I'd also like to point out the typical aspects of Provo, and how I am surprised there aren't more of these stories.  In the newspaper article, it said the man had a green light.  But the two still walked.  Why?  Because in Provo, every pedestrian believes they have the right of way.  Without bothering to look for a car in either directions, students cross the street.   This morning while driving Brady to school, a girl walked out into the street when I was no more than 5 feet away.  On the next block, the same thing happened.  I think it is devastating that someone was killed in a tragedy like this, and I would hope that it would make pedestrians think before placing their lives in front of a moving car!   

Provo driving + students walking = nightmare.