Jealous?

How does everyone like Trev's new hairdo?

We love it!
A mix between a vampire and a wolverine. Completely irresistible, right?

This is what happens when we have a couple hours to burn on Sunday. I couldn't take Trevor serious the whole night.

On another note, here are pictures of Trevor's humanitarian trip to Mexico.

The first night Trevor got to Mexico his group stayed in Guadalajara. A city of 7 million people!

The next day the group made their way to a little village about an hour out of Guadalajara. This is what the typical house looked like. Bricks carelessly thrown on top of each other and held in place with slopped on cement.

The task for the week was to complete a series of water storage towers for the village. The village had been hauling water in on their donkeys. The villagers were told to prepare the base of the storage before Trev and the rest of the volunteers could help.

Weaving this type of barbwire fence was the next step. The volunteers taught the villagers every step of the process so that the towers could continue to be built when the volunteers had left.

The chicken-wire was then placed around the base of the storage and filled with cement. Although the water in the storage tower will still need to be boiled before use, this system will be such an upgrade from the daily trip to the lake for water.

The village was located in the mountains not your tropical Mexico vacation spot. Trevor said the weather was a perfect 72-80 degrees. This land is owned by the man who organized for Trev's volunteer group to come and help his village. Trev says that he was the "it" in the village. Although poor compared to our standards, he was the richest man in town. He was the only man in the village to own his own toilet!

At first the villagers weren't thrilled about a bunch of Americans coming to their village, but by the end of the week their opinions about Americans had changed. This is Trev and a few volunteers playing soccer with some of the kids from the village.

Trevor had a great time and said it was an opportunity everyone should experience. We are both hoping to go on a humanitarian trip to Costa Rica this March.

What a joke

For those who plan on getting a Communication degree at the University of the Utah...think again.

If you plan on working and taking required communication courses at the U...think again.

If you plan on a schedule that actually makes sense and allows you to drive up to school just once a day....think again.

If you plan on graduating at a certain time...think again...it will be pushed back by the lack of classes offered by the department.


It is four days into the semester and I am so frustrated with this Communication department I can hardly function. My schedule has been turned completely upside down multiple times. I have had to drop courses because of one prerequisite. I have been unable to sign up for classes because of that one prerequisite. I have been unable to sign up for classes because they offer one, maybe two, of required courses for the gazillion of communication students. Classes fill up faster than a blink of an eye and they stay that way. The professors up there are completely unwilling to add an extra 3 students to their classes. Heaven for bid they throw 3 more scantrons into the machine.

So...if anyone needs anything from 1:45-4:35 pm on Mondays and Wednesdays let me know. I will be sitting up to the U trying to kill time because a professor wouldn’t add me to his class.

Seriously, a joke!

48 hour count down

48 hours until my husband gets home from his humanitarian trip in Mexico, but who's counting? He's been gone since Saturday and from the moment he left..actually BEFORE he even left I was going through with drawls. I can hardly wait for Saturday afternoon to finally roll around.

Kudos to those of you who sent your loves off on missions and waited anxiously for two years. Majors kudos for those military wives who have to send their husbands off to war. It takes a special kind of women to do that.

The day that started it all

A year ago from today Trevor picked me up in his dad's copper colored sports car and took me on a nice long drive. It was the first time I had seen Trev since his mission. From the moment he picked me up to the moment he kissed me good-bye (yes, he kissed me the first night!) we were catching up at 100 miles per hour. We talked about EVERYTHING. After the drive we walked to Wal-Mart and rented a movie from RedBox and on our way home he was sweet enough to give me a weed flower. :)

I have never been more comfortable with someone as I am with Trev. He not only puts up with my tantrums, randomness, humming, dancing, ups and downs but loves me through it all. I couldn't be luckier and can't believe it has been a whole year from the day that started it all!


PS I decided to included this funny picture pre-mission. I think we look so little...and so tan!

We did it!!!

We did it. We made it through the summer semester and more importantly we made it through the summer semester alive and almost completely sane. I have to say it was rough. It was our first semester of being married and having jam packed schedules. Dinner was rarely made, laundry and cleaning were hardly ever done, books and papers became a nice accessory to our table and floor décor. Project after project and test after test left us little time for the gym or any kind relaxing. Throw into the mix plenty of hours of work and few hours of "you and me" time and you've got our lives these past couple months in a nutshell. But...we did it!!!


In celebration of my last final on Wednesday and Trevor's last final on Thursday we went out for sushi at the Asian Star. Ahh...what a treat.


We've got two weeks of freedom until we start it all over again.

Happy 50th!

On Saturday we celebrated Grandma and Grandpa Bahr's 50th anniversary!

The festivities included:

Going to the Desert Star...
Dinner at the Asian Star...


Cake and presents at the Ostlers...(A book of pictures and memories of Grandma and Grandpa.)


And spending time with family...

Trevor and I have 49 years and 7 months until we celebrate this milestone.
Congratulations Grandma and Grandpa!