When Pigs Flew

I hate hiking the Y. Hate hate hate. I might add that in general I really enjoy hiking, just not when I feel like I am actually scaling a mountain. I feel like switchbacks were invented for a reason, and it doesn't seem that difficult of a concept to use them judiciously in designing a hiking trail. The people who designed the Y did not have me in mind when they constructed its path. The path is so, so steep, which not only tires me out in less than 3 minutes, but also renders me completely unable to breathe in about the same amount of time (I was never officially diagnosed with cold-induced asthma, but I know I have it haha. I swear. It runs in the family.)

For all of the above reasons, I have hiked this trail exactly one and a half times, and I never thought I'd see the day when I would willingly hike the Y again, much less suggest it as an activity. This in and of itself should testify of how Mitch helps me achieve things I never thought possible! Cheesy, but whatever :D

After working at 8 am on a Saturday, I was feeling very lethargic and wanted an outdoorsy, active, pick-me-up activity, and I suddenly found myself suggesting to Mitch that we hike the Y. So we packed up some water and headed off to the mountain.

Spoiler alert: I survived.

I had my fair share of struggles, and I'm sure I slowed Mitch down a lot, BUT with him holding my hand every step of the way, I made it, and without falling down the slippery gravel trail too!!! I even surprised myself :D

the foreboding trailhead...dun dun dun


just starting out. so stylish, sportin the jacket tied around the waist...


probably only about 1/4 of the way up the mountain. notice how red my face is in every picture hahaha.


success!!


oh provo.


a little tuckered out :D


what a stud.


yesssss

Here Comes Peter Cottontail...

Mitch and I celebrated our first Easter together this year! We had a lot of fun creating our own new traditions; nothing super fancy...but he had never decorated Easter eggs before, so I insisted that we do that this year haha. Here are some of the highlights:

Mitch putting the final touches on his egg. I found this cool new foil method at walmart that makes the eggs turn out all shiny...


...like this!


We hid each other's eggs in different rooms of my apt Saturday night, which we weren't allowed to go into until he got there Sunday morning. Then we took turns looking for our eggs hahaa. Mitch likes taking pictures of me...


ooh there was a tricky one hiding in the food cupboard!


He was especially proud of this one. I made him get it down ahaha.


My eggs were pink and purple, and his were blue and yellow. We got all our decorations at the dollar store, bet you wouldn't have guessed! Look how cute our baskets are!!

Artsy Fartsy

Here are some of my artistic endeavors from my elementary art class. I've decided I really like drawing!

rose watercolor


rose drawing.


Mitch's profile.


my face. it is SO much harder to draw your own face than somebody else's.


my hand.


hockey goal/stick. I framed this and gave it to Mitch :)

My First Encounter with the BYU Police

Mitch would be so proud of me- today I called in a suspicious-looking guy to the police. You might think that is a bit presumptuous of me to label someone as suspicious and then report them to the police. Well listen up and judge for yourself.

As I was opening up the computer lab in the Wilkinson center today at 7 am, a weird, and I do emphasize weird, old man in his late sixties appears around the corner, talking loudly to himself, staring at me with a freaky gleam in his eye, and actually scheming with his hands. When I say "scheming with his hands" I mean, that motion that you do with your hands when you're scheming, not twiddling your thumbs, but similar. Hopefully you get what I mean.

Anyway when I made eye contact with this old man, my heart went up into my chest. I have never felt so terrified in my life. Maybe you can relate better if I tell you that his whole demeanor was very Gollum-esque. In case you can't remember how extremely creepy Gollum is, let me refresh your memory.



It is scary how much he reminded me of Gollum. His very thin face, thin hair, and freaky gleam in his eye, not to mention, the fact that he was staring at me and TALKING TO HIMSELF, quite loudly and unashamedly while scheming with his very thin and bony hands, was enough to send me bolting into the lab and slamming the door behind me. I have never been so scared in my life. This sounds ridiculous, but the sheer terror I felt after making eye contact with him really convinced me that the man was deranged, even quite possibly possessed. Knowing that a lot of very strange homeless people hang out around the WILK because it's a main bus stop, I figured it wasn't unreasonable to think that he was a crazy homeless man out wandering around. I called the police right after. (I left out the possessed part in my report.) A police officer came down not three minutes later to talk to me about it. He asked me if the man I was referring to was in fact sitting on the bench outside the lab. I said yes, that's the one. The police officer nods his head understandingly, and said, "Oh that's so-and-so. He hangs around here a lot because he catches the bus to get to work at DI. I know him pretty well. He does talk to himself pretty loudly. I'm glad you called it in, he can definitely make people nervous."

hahahhaa he works at DI? Well that explains a lot...have you seen the people that work there? Anyway I did feel a little dumb. But there ya go. I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain that horribly scary feeling that I had when he looked at me, but that's what I did and I'm glad I did it.

The end.

I'm gettin hitched!

Here's how it went. Mitch told me Friday night that he had gone to Zales and they hadn't finished resizing the ring yet, so unfortunately he didn't have it yet. But he wanted to do something fun, so he persuaded me to go up to the canyon Friday night to our spot where we first held hands. It had snowed ALL day the day before, and some of Friday. You can't tell from the picture, but we trudged through 3 feet of snow to get to this campsite. Somehow, we managed to make a fire in a snowy fire pit.


There we were, roasting marshmallows and talking, he said, "I have a question." I immediately got nervous, who wouldn't when you phrase something like that? Then he got down on one knee and did that whole thing, but I admit I was a little confused because he didn't have a ring. I think I gave him a quizzical look, and that's the look he was waiting for. He said, "aha!" and pulled the ring out of his pocket. Then I said yes :)


We got back to my apartment, and my roommates insisted on documenting this memorable night. This is a really weird angle, but I think my face is funny.



My roommates weren't the only ones who wanted to document the occasion...my grandma of course joined in on the fun! Aren't we so cute? We always match on accident.

Based on my Valentine's Day experience, I'd say love is...

Doing the dishes and taking out the trash without being asked.

Sitting through your girlfriend's various mandatory school performances and pretending to enjoy them.

A Thousand Cranes

Eating the burned grilled cheese sandwich and leaving the golden one for her.


Giving thoughtful gifts.


Suffering through the Twilight movie because she asked you to.



Yep, he's a keeper alright :)

Zoooooo

Another animal themed-post...weird.
Also I would just like to note that of course the weekend we picked to go the zoo, we found out both zebras had died 5 days previously under mysterious circumstances...weird squared.



we're just adorable, and that's all there is to it :D