mount timpanogos temple

 This weekend was a good one! I want to hug and kiss it on the cheek.

We spent Friday night at my brother’s apartment and even caught the season finale of Friday Night Lights. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose. Tears.

The next day, we got to go to the Mount Timpanogos Temple for the first time. It’s the 10th temple we’ve visited together, and absolutely gorgeous.  


(The three separate wedding parties that were outside of the temple are not pictured.)

The rest of the day was spent catching up with friends, eating, and driving. So much driving. I like a good weekend at home, but I love weekends like this one. 


fall is here

The days have been getting shorter and colder, and the grocery stores are now selling my favorite pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, so that can only mean one thing:

Fall is here!

There was a thunderstorm a few nights ago, so Tyson and I ate dinner on our balcony while looking at the sky. We talked and laughed, and I fell in love with how perfect that moment was. I had no idea Logan would be so beautiful when we first moved here. It’s going to be a hard place to leave. Now I’m spoiled forever and will always want to live somewhere where there’s seasons.



taken last fall at the cemetery across the street from where we live

my first college football game

When I first met Tyson, he wasn’t much of a sports fan. I’m not either, so I considered myself pretty lucky. Then he started working as an usher at the USU games… Suddenly, we’re listening to AM radio on game days, and he’s yelling, “Come on Aggies!” to no one in particular.

Since UCI doesn’t have a football team, I’d never been to a college football game. All of my football knowledge came from watching “Friday Night Lights,” and I had no idea what to expect when we showed up to the Homecoming game on Saturday. We’d gotten to the game a little late, so we had no seats, and the only way I was able to see was if I stood on my tiptoes. I had a panic moment where I thought, “What am I doing here?”

Everyone except for me seemed to know when to yell and hold up their gang signs, and I had no idea who to cheer for with no Tim Riggins on the field. At one point, somebody was about to score a touchdown or a first down or something, and Tyson yelled, “Go, go, go!” I turned to him and said, “You know they can’t hear you, right?” That turned his smile upside down and I felt terrible, so I decided to be a good sport for the rest of the game.

Screen shot 2013-09-14 at 10.16.37 PMI got us a snow cone, used the bathroom a few thousand times, paid an outrageous amount of money for a water bottle, and still had no idea what was going on. I clapped when everyone else clapped and said, “Oh, no” when everyone else booed.

Then it started raining.

People started leaving, and we were finally able to get seats (!). Tyson asked if I wanted to go home, but I was being a good sport, so I pushed all my “we’re going to get pneumonia and die” thoughts aside and told him we could stay. I was cold, soaking wet, and my hair had turned into what nightmares are made of, but Tyson looked like he was having the best time, which meant I was too. Once we had seats and I was finally able to see the game, I got kind of into it. I even learned when to yell, “First down!” It was all very exciting.

Utah State won 70-6, so I’d say it was a pretty good game. Guess who else scored some major points?



homecoming dance

This post could also be titled: “We’re old.”

At approximately 9 pm on a Friday night, I was in my Snuggie and ready to watch consecutive episodes of “Beautiful People” on Netflix. Tyson had mentioned that he wanted to go to the Homecoming Dance (because there might be food), but I said I was too tired.

At approximately 10 pm, and in the spirit of adventure, I said to Tyson, “Put your shoes on, we’re going to the Homecoming Dance.”

We walked over to the Homecoming Dance, and decided that it was significantly lamer than last year. After looking for food and being unable to find any, we basically walked in one door and out the other. I saw crop tops galore, obscene dancing, and heard language that made me want to yell, “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Have college freshmen always looked so young, or are we just getting older? Also, the smell… You guys, please plug a few hundred Scentsies in.

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After leaving, we walked around campus for a little while, and I asked Tyson, “Aren’t you so glad you don’t have to find your soulmate in this mess?”

I know I am.

18 months

You know how when babies turn a year old, their parents tend to keep measuring their age in months? So whenever I ask them how old their baby is, they’re like, “17 months,” to which I smile politely as I think, “Can you tell me what that is in people years? I didn’t want to have to do math.”

Anyway, as of Tuesday, Tyson and I have now been married for 18 months! (18 months is a year and a half for all you English majors out there ; ))

So far our second year of marriage is flying by. I feel like it was just last week that we were in Idaho celebrating our one year anniversary. Maybe we’ll go somewhere a little more exciting for our two year anniversary?


Actually, I don’t care where we go, I just want to be with him.