Happy Birthday Mom!

My mom is the bomb.. 'nough said.

Halloween Festivities

Eric was nice enough to host a little get together on Halloween. He made us homemade chili, corn bread and even homemade root beer.

He decided that he would just make it costume optional so no one really opted to go the costume route. I still wanted to be somewhat festive so I painted my face..

I was going to do a cat face like I always do, but this year I wanted something scary. I realized it was the first year I had ever done that. I felt pretty cool.

Jess said she was wearing a costume. She was a pregnant BYU co-ed.

We played the Wii, hung out and laughed. It was a very relaxing night.

Thanks Eric!

Witch Fingers

Okay, I totally forgot to post the recipe for the witch fingers I had put on my blog previously. The problem is, that we moved everything over to our apartment last night, and now I have no clue where to look for my recipes! So I found this recipe that looks really simple..

Witches' Fingers

1 cup peanut butter

1/2 cup sugar

1 egg

Almonds

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
In medium bowl, mix together peanut butter, sugar and egg. Shape dough into "fingers" (about 5/8 inch in diameter) and place on a cookie sheet. Make indentations for knuckles with edge of spoon.

Place almonds at the end of each finger. Press down to form nail. Bake in preheated oven 12 minutes or until set. Cool before removing from cookie sheet. Makes 18 to 20 fingers.

You can also take red food coloring and put it at the base of the nail bed. Sorry this is so late! Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

The Battle of the Pink Tree

battle:

1.

a. An encounter between opposing forces

b. Armed fighting; combat: wounded in battle.

The opposing forces:
The battle:

Caitlin's arguments..

It's one of the tree's we had at our reception (our colors were brown and pink) It has significance and whenever I look at it, I think of our wedding day. Plus it's cute!

Robert's arguments..

We don't live in a chick's apartment. It's not manly.

For the last two years we have had this tree in our apartment and I have never heard the end of it. Now that we are moving, Bob insists there is no room for it. Which I think translates to.. finally! a chance to get rid of that tree.

It's going to be a bloody day on the battlefield..

Sentimental

Am sitting, taping up boxes, stacking and storing memories, and treasures away. Piling all of the dusty books I have accumulated into cardboard boxes and sniffling. Yes, I have been weeping. There is something about leaving a "first". This apartment was our first apartment being a married couple. It has seen us through many firsts. Has harbored us through many laughs, and tears. There are many things that I will miss about our little apartment on South Temple. The memories mostly..

-all of the fun get togethers..birthday and Christmas parties, book clubs, friends staying over until the wee hours of the morning. truth or dare games, long talks.

-bob proposing on the roof

-sneaking out on the fire escape to read or talk on the phone with friends (better reception out there)

-our mini leprechaun doors (as Finn calls them)

-THE VIEW! Sitting by the large front window and watching the Mason's bustling in and out of the temple. The passerbys..seeing the fireworks in the city..watching President Hinckley's funeral concession from our window.

-Watching the snow fall.

-The laser pointers provided by Jon.

-Watching movies on our wall with the projector.

Am packing up old mixed tapes, tape players and mission tapes. Yearbooks, concert tickets and old notes passed in middle school. This was where Bob first told me he loved me. It was where we spent our first Valentines Day. (We spread out an indoor picnic on the hardwood floors in the front room. comfortable? no. romantic? you bet.)

Bob has been so good to let me mourn over our little apartment no matter how silly it is. But he gave me a good reminder. We will always have the memories, and the good times will follow us to the new place. We will continue to make more memories there. We get the keys today, let the new memories begin..

yummy tuesday

do i hate tuesday's?

yes.

do i love donuts?

oh yes.

do i love my dad for bringing me in donuts and diet coke on a tuesday?

of course yes.

did this make my tuesday better?

yes, yep, and uh huh.

*even enough to share? how thoughtful..thanks dad!