Happy Halloween

So, we're sitting at home with who knows how much candy and do you want to know who all's come by? Go ahead. Take a guess about how many children have wondered our way...Z-E-R-O! That's right...not one. And just when we were feeling the lowest of low, Sarah and her friend Becca stopped by. They don't really count as children since they are 17 and 18 and dressed as "cowgirls." Sarah had on jeans and a shirt with her hair in pigtales. Becca at least went through all the trouble to wear overalls and put some freckles on her face. We gave them candy anyway and had a nice little visit with them. So, now we're sitting at home, yet again...wondering if any children are going to stop by. I somehow doubt that since it is like...oh, 8:00 pm. Bummer. I'm sure we'll eat all that candy--over the course of the next 3 years!

Yesterday for Family Home Evening, we didn't ever get to carve our pumpkin. That's still sitting on our counter. Sad. I know. But, we had a good time anyway. We went to Sarah and Emily's marching band concert. They were so good! I was impressed. Andrew was impressed and he played for the BYU marching band.

It was so cold though! I really felt sorry for them! Especially Sarah, whose dance costume is short sleeved. Brrr... I was cold and I was in the stands with my winter coat and fleece blanket snuggling up to my warm husband!

The Band in Formation

Sarah, if I remember correctly, is the girl on the far left in the picture below. She's pretty wild and crazy. I think the band director described her as something much worse than that after she did a silly little dance on the field when he announced her name. She's pretty happy to have this be over so that she can have more time to devote to other things: like earning a 4.0!

The Colourguard

Now, Emily. She's the 5th person from the left in the picture below (the one with the flute, not the suzaphone). She looked so great walking in. Marching band has become one of her passions. When we went to Sarah's (Nathan's wife) baby shower, Sarah's little sister was there. She's in the marching band at USU or SUU or UofU...I can never get those schools straight. Anyway, she and Emily had a good conversation about marching band. They both love it. Emily wants to go into music education once she graduates High School. I think that would be a good fit for her since she already plays a million instruments. She was very sad that this was their last performance, although...there's always next year. She was blubbering and weepy so Andrew and I were being kind of silly with her. As we were walking to the car she said, "Stop it! I'm trying to be depressed and you're not helping!" It was pretty funny. Don't make Emily smile or laugh when she's upset or you'll get what's coming to you!

In marches the band...

Here's the first of their musical numbers that they performed. It was a pretty short concert--only 15 minutes long. Andrew things that's because they only know one show. Since this is Timpanogos' first year with a marching band, I wouldn't doubt it. It's a really good show though!

Emily, Sarah, and another kid from their ward

After the concert, Andrew's parents took us all out for dinner at the "New Chinese Buffet" restaurant. I was very confused about this. They told Andrew to meet them at the "New Chinese Buffet" place. He was like, "Okay!" And we were off. I was like, "Do you know where this is?" He's like, "Yeah. It's right on State Street." I was thinking in my mind about any new buildings that have gone up on State Street recently and I certainly couldn't think of a new Chinese restaurant. We get to the restaurant and it's one I've seen before. In fact, it's been around for years. The name? "New Chinese Buffet." Boy, did I feel sheepish!

Having a Chinese food buffet is really a good idea. I always want to try a little of everything, so this way I could. Unlike other Chinese places that I've been to where you have to choose only one or two items. Here, the choices were limitless. We had a very interesting dinner converstation at the restaurant. I'm not sure that the tables beside us appreciated it much, but it certainly was entertaining!

Kelli's Halloween Party

On Saturday, Kelli had a Halloween party for her kids and their friends. Mom, Josie, Andrew and I all went to help out. It ended up being a success. As Ricky said to his mom, "This party is so much fun!" So, I guess by his remarks we can feel like we did our jobs. We were really worried that there were going to be a ton of kids there when Kelli told us that she "didn't deliver all 50 invitations." I was like, "Whoa! Are you out of your mind! I would have invited like 10 kids. Maybe 5!" But, judging from the turnout we have (not to mention the lack of RSVPs) that our family tends to receive, I shouldn't have been surprised that we ended up with a great number of kids. There were about 15 in total.

Josie and Rosie dressed up as Bindi Babes...aka: Indians. Josie picked up her costume while she was in India this summer, and Uncle Bruce brought back salwar kamises for all of Kelli's girls. The twins stayed inside though, so they didn't dress up. They will be dressed as Indians on Halloween though.

Bindi Babes, Rosie and Josie

I think it is so nice that the weather has stayed warm enough to have a Halloween party outside! The weather was perfect.

The first game we played was a "spider web" game to get to know each other. Kelli started by saying her own name and while holding the yarn, said the name of another child and tossed the ball of yarn to them. They would catch it and repeat what she did, passing it to another child. Because each child was holding on to the yarn, it made a nice spiderweb effect. That's little Andrew in the dragon costume (by the french fries).

Andrew and the Spiderweb

Cute note on the Robin kid. He was so funny! We kept calling him Robin because we didn't know his real name. He would then look at us, sigh a heavy sigh, pull his "mask" up onto his forehead and say, "It's me, Warren." It was so funny just because the mask really didn't hide his identiy at all. But then, Lois never did figure out that Superman was Clark Kent, so maybe it's understandable.

The next game was a variation of musical chairs. We passed around presents though, and when the music stopped you got to unwrap a layer of the gift. There were 10 or so layers in all, so it ended up taking longer than I had expected. The kids' attention spans were right where the action was though. They all wanted what was inside the gifts! There's Merlin, er...Matthew, the Wizard, trying to figure out what is in the box! Most of the presents were big, plastic tarantulas.

Matthew, shaking the present

Next we did a mummy wrap. We divided the children into groups of three. They each got two rolls of toilet paper and had a race to see who could wrap their mummy the fastest. One team had Rosie and all of her friends in it. Since they were so much older than a lot of the kids, they were a lot more coordinated and won for being the fastest. Andrew and I cheated a bit though and helped them figure out that if the wrappers held the TP rolls on their fingers that the TP would roll by itself. Then, the person being wrapped could twirl one way while the TP wrappers walked the opposite direction. Yeah, they were super fast. We tried to help the other groups figure out how to invent other fast ways but the children in those groups were so young that they probably still thought that toilet paper was for pulling off the roll and clogging the toilet with!

Josie's group though, made the most authentic-looking mummy. They also spent the most time on it (well, the other group kind of just gave up after they lost so it wasn't hard to spend more time than them). They had the little girl cross her arms infront of her and wrapped her that way. Then they stuffed the empty TP tubes in her arms to make her look like she was holding things, kind of like King Tut.

The Devil Mummy

My Andrew's part was to play the "mad scientist." He dressed up in my dad's art smock and did his hair really crazy! Kelli had prepared some cauldrons with different "body parts" in them: a boiled green pepper soaked in jello for a heart; cauliflower set in jello for the brain; peeled grapes for the eyes; spaghetti for guts; carrots for fingers. They were all soaked in jello to make them squishy and slimey. Gross. I'm sure that Andrew had fun though.

I didn't get to see him do this because I was inside with the twins at this point. They are both teething and so are pretty grumpy babies. It was so cute to watch them play with each other though! Olivia has started scooting now so she was "racing" Sabrina, who is getting pretty good at pulling herself around. They were finding various toys, soothers, and other yummy things to put in their mouths. They would find a toy and then carry it over to the other one, hand it to her and steal whichever one she was playing with. Oh, they're so cute!

We had to leave the party early to take Emily out for Sadie's...so we did that. As we were driving home, Emily told us not to bother! She found her own ride. Of all the nerve!

So, Andrew and I went out for dinner by ourselves (still to Wendy's where Emily was planning on going, although we didn't see her there). We also went and got some ice cream at Sub Zero, a place where they make ice cream with liquid nitrogen and where Andrew and I had our date before he asked me to be his girlfriend. Awww...how sentimental. Sub Zero really is pretty neat and it's educational, too!

After our wonderful date, we went grocery shopping because we had no food in our fridge. Well, okay. We had some moldy cheese, a half gallon of milk, and some hot dogs. Oh, and some ketchup and mustard and mayo and pickles and jam and soy sauce and butter. But that is really about it. We also tried to get a pumpkin so we can carve it tomorrow for FHE but, alas, all that was left were either gross or abnormally huge, so we're hoping to find a pumpkin somewhere else...

Mind Reading

I suppose I should explain why we are neglecting our studies and household chores and spending a whole two bucks to go on a date. Well, one year ago (yesterday, to be precise), Andrew and I got engaged. Yup, one year ago (yesterday...only it was a Wednesday not a Thursday) we went to do baptisms for the dead at the Mt. Timpanogos temple. It was one of our weekly dates, for the whole 2 weeks we dated.

As some of you may know, Andrew sometimes has a hard time expressing his feelings. On our second date he was giving me a ride home and ran out of things to say, so he reached in the backseat and said, "Here, look at this, these are my scriptures. I have them divided up in sections and then color-coded by topic so that I always know where to find things." (Keep in mind that he'd just gotten off his mission.) I was like, "Cool." Then he said, "Do you have a scripture marking system?" I knew that this meant I think you're really cool and want to date you and then marry you. He just couldn't say that...yet.

Anyway, one year ago, we were at the temple and there was a kid from Milano there. That was cool because Andrew served his mission in Rome and I was taking Italian at school (perhaps because Andrew was serving an Italian speaking mission...perhaps not). I was too afraid to talk to a real Italian so Andrew and the kid were having a nice conversation, completely ignoring me. We did our baptisms and confirmations and ended up leaving the temple at the same time. Andrew and Mr. Italy started talking again. I was listening, and understanding a lot of what they were saying. All of a sudden Mr. Italy said, "Quando è che vi sposati?" In case you didn't get that, that means "When are you getting married?"

Upon hearing this, I kind of whipped my head up to look at Andrew with this shocked expression on my face. Mr. Italy says, "What? She speaks Italian?" And I was like, "Si..." And he mumbled uncomfortably, "I have to go!" With that, he ran off to his car and took off.

Andrew said, also uncomfortably, "Uhhhh...let's go." We started off toward our car in stunned silence. As we were walking down the sidewalk, Andrew said, "So, hypothetically speaking, could that ever happen?" I knew that meant Will you marry me? So I said, "Yes." Thus, we got engaged.

In case anyone is wondering, Andrew is a little better at expressing his feelings now. Yesterday he said, "So, we should go to a movie tomorrow...like maybe Superman." I knew that this meant Let's go see Superman. No Rocks. So I said, "Okay."

*****

To add to our strange communications habits, yesterday we went to the Mt. Timpanogos temple with my mom for her ward temple night. That was cool because that's where we were a year ago when he asked me to marry him. After changing in the locker rooms, we met up in the chapel. I always give Andrew my key because my dress doesn't have pockets in it and I don't like the key jingling all over the place. Before putting the key in his pocket, he looked at the locker number engraved on it. He laughed and then pulled out his key. They were the exact same number: I8D (Isle I, stall 8, locker D). So, not only do we finish each other's sentences, say the exact same thing at the exact same time, and agree on almost everything, we also choose the same locker. Mom thought that was a little creepy. What can I say? Andrew and I are just connected!

Think twice before you laugh...

Andrew and I are going to the movies tonight. We stopped by the dollar-theatre on the way home from work today. The only good things playing are Cars (which was saw in Jordan) and Superman, so we decided to go to Superman. I hadn't even heard of the other movies, but that's not saying much because I don't pay attention to such things.

So, between the two of us, we had about 60 cents, a credit card, and a check book. We got up to the window and there was this nice big sign saying, "Cash Only!" There was also a sign stating that there is an ATM inside so we decide to give that a try. It took us about 5 minutes to figure out how to use the ATM (we kept putting the card in upside-down) and when we finally got it to work a nice message popped up saying, "This will incur a $1.50 service charge on your account." We decided to go home and scavenge for change. I was not about to spend $1.50 in an attempt to spend $2.00!

We got home and opened up Andrew's "laundry fund" from his days of living at BYU. We had about $3.00 inside. We counted out all the pennies (75 cents), and added a bunch of nickels and dimes until we had two dollars. Then we grabbed a few more random coins just in case taxes were more than we thought.

We ran back to the theater and asked the guy inside if we could buy tickets. This guy possessed no customer service skills whatsoever. He grumped, "Come over here." And led us to the window whereupon we presented him with all of our spare change. I handed him 75 pennies and 5 nickles and said, "This is a dollar." As I transferred it to his hand a penny fell on the ground and Andrew said, "Now it's only 99 cents!" The guy didn't even crack a smile, so Andrew handed him the other dollar's worth of coins and we got our tickets.

I was looking at the tickets as we walked out of the theater. At the very bottom it says, "Price Includes $0.07 Amusement Tax." Did you know we pay an amusement tax? I wonder how much money I owe the government for all the times I've giggled without paying up...

White Cat + Red Spray Paint =

So, I'm at home working, and I get an Instant Message from my mom. It says, "I wish I could go home, but David is borrowing my car. Josie just called and said that she accidentally spray painted the cat. That raises a series of questions..."

I volunteered Andrew and me to go check on Josie (incognito, of course...after she got feeling better I asked if I could put pictures of Winter on the blog). This was a good thing because Andrew and I had to return a movie to his parent's house, send a fax, take some mail to my mom and take Josie to the Dusara's to get her movie back, so we could show up without many questions asked.

We walked into the house and shouted, "Hello?" I hear two muffled "hellos" coming back to me. One is Patrick from downstairs. The other is Josie. She's in the back room watching TV. I head in that direction. On the way, I see the not-too-happy looking cat, Winter. At first, she looks like she got in a bad fight, but then I remember that she just got in a tangle with a can of spray paint.

Winter, trying to act natural

A close-up of her foot

I continue on my way to the room Josie is sulking in. "What are you doing here?" she asks. "Just dropping some mail off for mom. Do you want to go to Sister Dusara's?" I answer. "Sure," she says, "Uhhh..." "Oh," I said, "What happened to the cat? She looks like she got the tar beaten out of her!"

She was pretty much recovered at this point and could give us a play by play. If we had arrived 5 minutes earlier she probably would have locked herself in the bathroom and cried.

Here's what happened:

For her TLC (Technology, Life and Careers or something like that) class, Josie had to build a rocket. She did a really good job, and was putting on the finishing touches in the garage: spray painting it fire-engine red. In this case, it was more of a rocket red.

Josie's rocket

She went inside for some reason, just into the bathroom (probably to wash some paint off her hands or something). Anyway, when she came back out her rocket was gone! She looked around to see where the rocket would have run off to, and there it was, streaking across the yard...stuck to Winter, who was quite distraught about the whole thing. Josie ran over and caught the cat and put her in a brown paper bag.

Then, while holding the cat inside the brown paper bag, she went to telephone mom to tell her what happened. The first thing she said when mom answered the phone was, "You're going to be so mad at me..." That's the part that made mom worry...and why I volunteered to go check on Josie. Mom told her to put the cat outside so that the paint could dry without getting on anything in the house, but Josie was, with good reason, worried that someone would see the cat and think that something horrible had happened to her. Okay, getting red paint all over your beautiful white coat is pretty horrible, but she wasn't mortally wounded or anything. So, Josie kept her in the brown paper bag until she dried off.

Josie thinks Winter was trying to jump over the rocket, or rub up against the rocket or something, when it got stuck to her fur, causing her to become a little startled.

No real damage done (well, the rocket is a little bent, but I think that's fixable). With time, both Josie's and Winter's pride will heal. Winter will stop cowering under the kitchen table, and Josie will be able to tell this story. (She already laughed at it when I told Karen, with Josie's permission, of course).

Inuit Day at BYU

I work in the Widtsoe building, which is an anciently old building on campus. They have been remodeling it all summer because it was fairly hazardous (asbestos, bad wiring, etc.). I'm glad that I missed a lot of it because I was gone all summer.

When I came back from Jordan, we had no ceiling and no lights in the hallway. That was pretty interesting. We just got our ceiling put in a few weeks ago--they're still working on it. Some of the floors don't even have ceilings yet. It's pretty amazingly ugly right now. There's a joke going around that we're going to continue to take apart the building until the university agrees to give us a new one.

Anyway, this morning it was pretty cold. Not terribly cold, just pretty cold. By the time we got to campus our car had just started to warm up inside. I was wrapped up in my fleece blanket that I keep in the car just because I hate being cold! I was pretty warm, and believe me, I did not want to get out of the car! But because I had to, I was sorely tempted to bring my blanket with me. It didn't take me long to convince myself that that would be a silly idea. The weather here is such that even though it is freezing cold in the morning and I need my winter coat, it gets pretty warm in the afternoon and I don't even need a jacket. So I would have felt silly enough carrying around a coat this afternoon, let alone a blanket. I decided to leave the blanket in the car and complained about how cold it was all the way to Andrew's classroom...

I get to my office and the building is freezing cold. Wind is rushing down the hallway. And there's this email tagged as "important" in my inbox. It says,

"The Widtsoe Building is open this morning, however:
-The heating, ventilation, and air conditioning system is not operating. Most areas are near 70 F.
-The fume hoods in the building are tagged to NOT be used.
-The anatomy laboratory is closed.
-Hazardous or volatile chemicals CANNOT be used in the building.
-All low temperature freezers in the building are operating, but some rooms housing them are warm.
We will send an update at approximately noon. Thank you for your patience."

It is signed by the dean.

So, I made up a phone message to send to all the faculty asking them to please not blow us all up today. Who knows what would have happened had someone used something volatile. Perhaps we would have been warm!

As it is, I sat in my office with my door closed and my winter coat on. It was horribly cold. It made me think back to my days of elementary school at good ol' Leigh Elementary in PoCo, BC. I attended that school from kindergarten until halfway through grade 4. We had some trouble with a gang...I think they were called the "Razor Blades" or something. They would often spray paint their name on our school, but I couldn't read too well when they were really into spray paint, so that might not be what they were called.

Anyway, they were pretty much a pain. They broke into the school numerous times and just messed with things. I remember that we had kindergarten in the library for a few days because they broke into the kindergarten rooms, broke a lot of the windows and scattered the glass and toys all over the floor. That took a while to sort out, so while our room was being fixed, we were stuck in the library.

Another time, they broke in and smashed up some of the pipes in the school, essentially the heating pipes. So, we had "Inuit Day" for a few days where we all got to wear our winter coats to school. Not that Inuit wear coats to school... Anyway, I was just thinking about that today.

The Widtsoe heating problems was not due to vandals, however. It was due to some construction work that was being done on Saturday. The full article that was publishing in the Daily Universe can be found here. Some guy was doing some wiring and it started to spark and then the power went out. And there was a little fire. And the power went out and blew something up so now the ventilation systems aren't working.

No big deal. No one was seriously injured. No research was lost (at least, not yet...we'll see if that stays true in the near future). No extensive damage occurred. It's all on the up and up.

Except for that update that the dean sent... The problem probably won't be fixed until next week sometime. This Wednesday at the soonest. I'm definitely bringing my blanket to school with me tomorrow!

Piper's Birthday

Here is a movie of Piper's 6th birthday that Abra made.

Kai's Birthday

Here's a video of Malachi's 3rd birthday (from all the way back in April) that Abra made.

Homecoming Parade

Andrew and I, of course, had to go to the Homecoming Parade at BYU. Our first date ws our high school Homecoming Dance way back in 2001, when I was 16 and Andrew was 17. Our second date after Andrew came home from his mission was right after the homecoming parade last year. So, we had to do something on Homecoming again this year. We might do something cool tonight, but it isn't tonight yet, so I don't know what we'll be doing.

We tried to go get some blue pancakes this morning, but by the time we arrived there was a huge line up, so we just went to watch the parade on empty stomachs. It was still fun. We knew quite a few people in the parade.

The band played the Cougar Fight Song...Andrew was upset becaues the clarinets were way in the back. He played the clarinet in the marching band his freshmen year. It was fun to see them march and bob their heads to the beat. It makes the feathers in their hats go crazy!

BYU Marching Band

Right after the marching band came the International Folk Dance Team. This is the team that David is on. We tried to get some good pictures of him, but they didn't close the road off all the way so we were on the complete other side of the street and had cars between us and them. Rumor has it that Josie has some better pictures. We did get a few of David anyway. He's in blue pants with a yellow sash right at the front of the line, after the balloons. If you zoom in, you might be able to see him...but then again, maybe not...

David Dancing

A good picture that Josie took

There he is again with his dance partner, Michelle

After the folk dance team was done their dance, we ran up to the top of the street to watch them again, but we were on the wrong side of the street and couldn't get any more pictures of him. Oh, well...

International Folk Dance Team

We saw quite a few people that we know. Andrew saw some ROTC students who are in his Arabic class and yelled some Arabic greetings to him. We saw Jake Price, who we went to High School with; Mehul from Andrew's parent's ward; Becky, who lived in Jordan with us for awhile, Devin Duval who worked at the pool with me, and Clark who worked in the library with me. And of course, there was David, who was dancing.

It was fun to see all the people we knew!

Jake saying hi

Mehul really is in this car. You just can't see him.

There's a book about Mehul, written by Andrew's dad, Reid. It's pretty cool. You should all check it out.

Oh, the irony...

For our Thanksgiving dessert, I made little pumpkin cupcakes using our pan that is shaped like roses...It looks like the one on the left. It turns out some pretty cool cupcakes but I find it terribly difficult to clean! After scrubbing it multiple times, I gave up. It still had little bits of cake stuck in the petals and I just couldn't seem to get it out. Andrew said that he could do it.

Yeah, right...I thought.

So, our pan sat in the sink for the rest of the week--soaking.

After the Integrative Biology social, we were left with a lot of leftovers, including gallons and gallons of Tang. We had made 5 gallons of it and I think we had 3 1/2 gallons left over, or something equally outrageous. Andrew emptied the big container of Tang into everything we owned that held liquids so that we could wash the container and give it back to my parents. After filling up virtually every container we owned, he was left with a little bit of Tang and just dumped it down the sink. Well, you all know what was still sitting in the sink. That's right, our cupcake tin. So naturally, it got filled up with Tang, too. And then it sat there all night long and well into the next day.

When I finally got the nerve to look in the sink, I admit that I was kind of disgusted. Great, I thought, now we have a cupcake tin full of mushy cake stuff and Tang. Andrew, upon seeing my face, said, "Oh, don't worry about that. Tang is...uhhh...better than dish soap. Yeah. You...uhhhh...soak things in it and it comes right out. I...uhhh...left it like that on purpose." Well, I know a lie when I hear one, especially if it is Andrew who is trying to lie because, well, he can't.

So, he picks up the cupcake tin, starts scrubbing and, what do you know, everything came off just fine. He's like, "Uhhh, yeah...see...I told you Tang works well. It leaves this white film all over the dish and then once you wipe it off, it just takes everything off with it. Cool..." Again, a very botched "cover-up" on his part. But, he got the dish clean, so I can't really complain.

That night we sat down to dinner and for a beverage we had Tang (we're trying to reclaim our refridgerator which has been full of meat and salad and Tang for the last week). Andrew was telling me about how NASA created it for astronauts and how it's so cool because it's astronaut food. I was like, "Yeah, right...whatever. NASA has better things to do than sit around creating fake orange juice." So, he looked it up on Wikipedia to prove to me that NASA created it. We found out that NASA didn't create it, but it is the drink of the astronauts. (So, I was right, yet again!)

We continued reading the article and stumbled across this:

• An often heard household tip says Tang is an excellent dishwasher cleaning agent due to its high citric acid content. Although Kraft does not recommend it, they also do not advocate against this use. Their web site says:

"We have heard that some consumers have used TANG Drink Mix to clean their dishwashers. TANG does contain citric acid which can act as cleaning agent. TANG Drink mix is intended to be a food product and Kraft Foods does not advocate its use for any other purpose."

Who'd have thought that Tang was a good dish cleaning agent? Andrew discovered it by accident, but apparently some people use it on purpose! So, next time you have a dish that you just can't get clean, do wht the pros do! Soak it in Tang!