What a weekend!

Friday night Trevor took me to The Roof to celebrate my 22nd birthday. Yes, I am a very lucky girl. :) That place is incredible. There was a picture perfect sunset that night that only added to the already jaw-dropping view. The food was great and the dessert was even better. We didn't walk out of the restaurant...we rolled out. We were so stuffed!Thank for such a great night and weekend Trev!

Now, I am going to need a round of applause because on Saturday I made HOMEMADE rolls and they were delicious!!! I am not the greatest cook. Whenever I try to make dinner something always seems to go wrong with the recipe and it never tastes as good as I remember. I was feeling rather ambitious on Saturday and decided to try and make these rolls for Trev's humanitarian trip reunion. I seriously am still in shock that they worked and they were so good! Yay for me! I have been inspired to start cooking more.

Got Blood?

Remember this picture? Our own little Dracula?

Well...it looks like Trev's hair will not be the only thing he and Dracula have in common.

Today Trevor was offered a job at a blood/plasma clinic. He is stoked. No more Discover Card and no more searching for a job in the medical field.


What more could he ask for? One step closer to medical school.

Bow wow!

Such a random bog but...I am just thinking about how much I want a puppy!

How can you resist anything as cute as these puppies?

Trev has always wanted a pug..yuck...but we have decided that when we can get a dog we are going to get a beagle!

They are energetic, get along great with people and other dogs, they don't shed a lot, and not to mention they are crazy adorable.

Heck, I have even picked out the name for our future puppy. Wait for it...Bruno! No, not after the flamboyant Australian from the recent movie, but the loyal dog from Cinderella (my favorite Disney movie).

I am still trying to sell Trevor on the name. I have plenty of time though...my dad has band dogs from the townhouse we are living in. Probably for the best. We have no yard and an energetic puppy like Bruno will need plenty of room to play.

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!