Showing posts with label Rexburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rexburg. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
On to November
I'm relieved it's November. October was just.. weird. Before I was married (to the most amazing man on earth by the way) I LOVED everything scary. The movies, haunted houses, guys with chain saws.. the whole halloween deal. This year I, being a married gal, wanted nothing to do with this crap. I think the only scary movie I enjoyed was Frankenweenie. Even Hocus Pocus and The Witches were a bit much for my sensitive mind. What happened to me? I dunno but I kind of like it.
Now that October is out of the way, I can focus on the good this time of year has to offer. Thanksgiving? No promises that I will restrain myself from eating a whole pumpkin pie. Piles and Piles of Sweaters? You are my best friend. Mother Nature? Your a gonner with this Rexburg forecast.. bring on the snow! A freezing cold husband? mmmm lots of snuggles.
Speaking of the husband. He finally got his shawl collar cardigan that he has been wanting since the 70s. I wanted to document this grand day for him. So classy my baby.
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Fankenweenie,
Halloween,
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October,
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Our R Mountain
This time last year, Paul had just gotten back from seven week break and we were hanging out ALOT. We liked each other, we just didn't want to admit it yet. Paul really wanted to hike the famous R mountain (I think he was just trying to see if I could keep up with his giraffe legs) so I accepted the challenge. We started just as the sun was going down which I thought was a perfect setting for him to make some moves. That was until I realized really how long his legs were. Every one step he took I took ten. Resulting in a sweaty, messy Karie. BUT, I kept up. This definitely earned me some points because we totally made out on the R.
This last Sunday we skipped church and climbed our R mountain. Marriage has definitely gotten us out of shape. We were huffin and puffin the entire time and may have stopped a couple of times but we made it and for traditions sake made out on the R again.
I still remember running though the front door way past my curfew and telling my angry dad that Paul and I actually got lost on the R mountain.. Both him and I knew this was a ridiculous excuse for my tardiness but it totally got me out of being in trouble.
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