the honeymoon

So a week after Patrick and I wed, we packed our bags and headed for Sun Valley for a few days.

It was not at all like the fairy tale honeymoon i had once envisioned... but are they ever that way? We spent our few days there shivering in the well below zero temperatures. Since Patrick has bad knees we weren't able to go skiing, and since shopping was not on Patrick's list of priorities... we were left with not much to do. Fortunately we bought a season of The Office. We spent every day in front of a cozy fireplace in our little condo...watching The Office. At night we would head down to the Lodge and swim in the heated pool. We enjoyed the beautiful snow and took pleasure in some overpriced food. One night we walked into a restaurant... the menu was not only WAY overpriced, but nothing even looked good. We ordered an appetizer and left. We then went around to about seven different restaurants and had the same experience. After driving around for an hour and a half we wore ourselves out and finally went home. All I wanted was a nice burger and fries... If Patrick and I ever get married again we are not going to Sun Valley. Although we could have laid at home in our house all day watching The Office, we did make some fun memories and will always remember the honeymoon from hell...

P.S... Patrick wanted me to let you all know it was about the worst honeymoon in history. Thanks Pat.

oh how time does fly...

A lot has happened over the past few months. Patrick and I were married. No big deal... We just recently moved from Middleton to an apartment in Meridian, and are enjoying being much closer to family and friends. The first few months of our marriage were enjoyable, but we have had quite the ride. One day while I was playing housewife on my day off of work, I locked myself out of the house. I had just managed to start boiling some water to make ramen noodles... (I just love our choice of food)...before I went outside to take out the trash. As I went to open the door, I was overjoyed to find that the knob would not turn. Luckily I had just managed to throw some clothes on before I took out the trash... But I was still braless, makeupless, phoneless and shoeless. Fortunately, we lived out in the country with nowhere to run for help. Even if I had made it across to the neighbor's house to use their phone, I wouldn't get help soon enough before my house burned down. I began to use my imagination and imagined i was in a movie. I stumbled across the dirt looking for a possible entrance into my house. Time was ticking and all I could think about was the pot on the stove. After no luck, I grabbed the biggest rock I could find. I didn't want to think about the pros and cons of the decision I was about to make because I knew it was stupid, but I had no other choice. I threw the rock as hard as I could and was amazed to find how easily it broke through the glass. I felt like a hero. My heart started pounding as I soon found that I couldn't even reach the window that I had broken, and better yet there was still glass obstructing any possible entrance. So I just began throwing more rocks. The damage was already done. Soon the neighbor boy spotted me in distress and came over to see if there was anything that he could do to help. Together we threw rocks and began to pull glass out of the frame. I was able to then reach my hand through the window and grab a blanket to cover up the rest of the glass so I could safely get in. My neighbor boosted me up and I crashed to a floor covered in glass. I ran to the kitchen to the pot just as the last drop of water had evaporated. My decision was probably rash, but I honestly felt so great in that moment. Like a real action hero...so hardcore. Fortunately, Patrick was handy enough to board up our window until we were able to get a replacement.