
Last night I got to have dinner with two amazing sisters from my mission. We hadn't seen each other in years, and it was so much fun to catch up. Marla and Karen, you rock! It was my Alma 17:2 night. I love your examples, what good moms you are, all the good things you're doing in your lives and that even though years have passed, that we can pick up right where we left off, and all the years that have passed don't matter at all. Let's just not wait this long until we hang out again, deal?
We did it! We saved Matt! We were so upset that he was in the bottom 3 last week that we made it a personal mission to save him this week. And it worked! Of the 36 million votes cast in this week's AI contest, I believe 1.2 million of them came from our family room. I especially loved that almost everyone had two phones dialing simultaneously for at least an hour. Matt, we got your back.
I'm just sayin'.
The other day at the grocery store, I went to buy bananas and they were all bright, bright green (pictured above). I figured they'd ripen up soon enough and just bought a bunch. That evening, John walks in my office:
It does more things than I'll ever be able to keep track of, and it takes really sweet pictures. Here's a fun closeup that I shot of Addie last week:
Other happenings as of late?
Lately, Sunday nights have been more fun than a barrel of monkeys. We have a friend who works for the Daily Universe, and he and his wife have been stopping by to visit on Sunday evenings. And of course, the regular Sunday night crowd still comes by each week, which we love! Anyway, the last few Sundays, we have talked about one of my all time favorite features in the paper: the Police Beat. I have some really funny memories of BYU-Blue collar criminals running loose on campus, including the water balloon tossers, the ne'er-do-well jaywalkers and my favorite, the campus clipper who found unsuspecting sleeping girls in the library and would chop off a big piece of their hair. My favorite though, was the manner these crimes were reported, with a touch of objectiveness mixed with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
Unbelievably, my last post was on the last major holiday (Halloween) and here it is Thanksgiving already. I mentally make lists of things I need to post on my blog, but my days have been cluttered with so many to-do lists, blogging has taken a back seat for the last few weeks. Am I fooling myself thinking that December will be less crazy? Probably.


Next step: Dress the baby in the monkey costume. Easier said then done because she's STARVING. So we get her halfway dressed, and she drinks like 6 oz of formula, which is a lot for her. She gives a good burp and we hurry and put the top of her costume on. It's about 5:45, prime trick or treating time. She's happy, and very comfortable. Too comfortable. Her eyes are drooping, drooping, and she's out! Out cold. John tries to gently wake her, but nothing doing. This kid will not budge. It's possible that the costume was just too warm and cozy. At any rate, here's how we spent Halloween:
At least she kept the vampire binky in the whole night. That made it kind of spooky.
So cute! They always take the cake with their costumes. I'll have to dig up some past photos and post them sometime.
This week we took a trip to Palm Desert, CA to visit my sister and brother-in-law, play a little golf, and relax in the sun as our home town gets its first freeze of the season. Good timing, I must say. We prepped for the trip by picking up a whole bunch of healthy snacks, including apples, bananas and some other munchies. We had all of our stuff packed up, including the fruits, when I remembered that in order to enter California, you have to go through the agricultural check point, and surrender any fruit that was not grown in California. Snap, I thought, too bad. I hurriedly packed the rest of our food, carefully and contentiously avoiding any fruits or veggies. As we were heading out the door, I remembered that I had a container of fresh mozzarella in the fridge that I needed to use up, so I threw it in the cooler. I had some olive oil, salt and pepper as well, so I thought that I could purchase some tomatoes in CA, and throw together a delicious tomato, fresh mozzarella and basil salad. Without thinking, I threw the remaining ingredient (the basil) in the cooler too, and laid it right on top of the rest of our food.
Last night as we were driving around, I rolled down the window and smelled Fall. It's hard to say exactly what Fall smells like for everyone, but for me, at that moment, Fall smelled like pine trees, smoke from a few chimneys and clean rain. The air was cool and it felt so good to lean out the windows, open the sun roof and breathe in the change in seasons. Of course, one of the best things about cooler weather is making my favorite comfort foods (and drinks). Below is one of my favorite fall drinks that is guaranteed to take the chill off. My mom used to make this all the time and it's still a staple on New Year's Eve at my parent's house.
This weekend was a huge "Pick Me Up" for the soul. I look forward to Conference weekend for so long, and it's always just so amazing. This year was no exception. After every talk ended, I found myself saying "Wow. That was SUCH a good talk." Tonight we went to my parent's house for dinner and were discussing which were our favorite talks. By the time we got done, we had pretty much, between all of us, named every talk given. 
Why do I suddenly have the urge lately to watch the entire Anne of Green Gables series and The Man from Snowy River? It's possible that it's the weather, as strange as that sounds. It's kind of like craving comfort food when fall hits, these are "comfort movies". They are movies I was raised on, and also movies that if I was to watch for the first time now, I'm sure I wouldn't be as impressed. We were talking to some friends the other night about the impact Jim's decent down the mountain had on theater goers who saw The Man from Snowy River on the big screen. It was the equivalent of a heart pounding car chase.
Sometimes it makes me sad to go back and watch movies I idolized in younger years and realize that they are a little cheesy. However, cheese or no cheese, nothing you can say will make me dis on Jim Craig or Gilbert Blythe. Don't even go there.