I’m thankful for Target

Screen Shot 2013-11-26 at 7.17.57 PMTyson and I spent Saturday in Bountiful, and in between catching up with family, eating way too much, and watching Catching Fire (!), we managed to stop by Target. Twice.

When we lived in California, we were pretty spoiled. Aside from the sunshine, the beach, and mild winters, we could choose from a multitude of Targets that were all just a few minutes away. We never imagined this wouldn’t be the case in Utah. Any time I see a new building under construction, I think, “This is it, we’re finally getting a Target!” My heart shatters into a million little pieces when weeks later, I see that the new building is to be Burger King’s new home, or something equally disappointing.

Anyway, we got our Target fix this weekend, as we went up and down every aisle, putting things in our cart, then taking things out because we’re not made of money. Decisions were made, and when we drove back to Logan the next day, our trunk was full of Christmas decorations from the dollar section at Target.

Since Tyson’s pretty strict on not putting up our Christmas tree until after Thanksgiving, our apartment is not in full Christmas mode quite yet. We have some lights up, courtesy of Tyson’s height, and it’s making me really excited to put up our tree and the rest of our decorations this weekend. There’s something about the holidays that makes me appreciate my little family and home (and Target) so much more. 


corn maze & haunted house

Going to a corn maze with Tyson was on my fall to-do list because I thought it would be romantic (?). We went to the American Western Heritage Center corn maze last weekend, on a deceptively cold Saturday night. We were kind of ill-prepared… I was wearing a thin jacket, and Tyson wasn’t even wearing one. Even though it was night-time, we didn’t even think to bring a flashlight, so we ended up using my cellphone’s light app. I also had a terrible case of the hiccups, which made me glad we weren’t playing hide and seek in the corn maze.

IMG_0035I’m not sure why I thought going to a corn maze would be romantic, or even a remotely good idea. To say that I’m easily scared would be a complete understatement. Being lost in a dark corn maze left me in a perpetual state of fight or flight. Every branch I stepped on meant there was a ghost walking behind me. Every dark turn would lead us to our imminent death. A corn maze is sort of a perfect place for a scary movie, isn’t it? But don’t let me get carried away. Thanks to Tyson’s sense of direction, we made it out alive in record time. Otherwise, I would probably still be there, shivering, and living on whatever bits of corn I found on the floor.



I was so worried that we’d be lost forever during the corn maze that I forgot to worry about the haunted house. Luckily, the line for the haunted house was long, so I had plenty of time to worry myself into a deep panic. The haunted house ended up being more of a haunted trail, set in old western times, complete with witches, ghost kids (why are they so much scarier than ghost adults?), cannibals, and a sheriff (possibly also a ghost?). I think these people are trained to smell fear, or maybe my body language was a dead giveaway, but they sought me out as the group screamer. By the time I left the haunted trail, I think they were all pretty pleased with their performance. I squeezed poor Tyson’s hand so tight that I’m surprised he wasn’t bruised the next day.

IMG_0053After leaving the trail, I was feeling shaky and pale, but at least my hiccups were gone. We picked up a small pumpkin from the pumpkins being sold outside and called it a night. Don’t worry, my hiccups returned on the car ride home.