Mystery Dinner

To start Halloween off, our ward threw a Halloween Party. The theme was Chicago 1920's. We also had a murder mystery dinner. 8 members in our ward were asked to act as suspects on who killed "Hal Capone". I happened to be one of the suspects. My character was "Silky Adams" (the nickname 'silky' came from the silk dresses I wore). I was an owner of a club. In the end, my character was the murderer after all. I killed the guy because one of his hit men killed my husband, so I wanted revenge. Bwah ha ha. It was so fun, and John was a wonderful supporter. (Even though he asked a lot of questions that proved that I was the main suspect.)

"Silky Adams"
The other suspects

Thank You for Your Concern

I have recently shared a tragic experience I had involving my hair and a piece of gum. I have had a few people come up to me in person to check on me. (*with smirky grins on their faces* Don't think I didn't notice) However, I have noticed that these folks were expecting my hair to much shorter than my known "above the bra strap" length. Don't fret, I didn't cut any length off at all. It was just several strands of hair that I had to cut. In fact, I couldn't tell you exactly where those strands are now. They blend in with the rest of my layers that I already had.

I appreciate all the concern from my fans out there. :) No worries. (This post does take quite a bit of my thunder from the previous post though)

Mama Always Said...

You know when you were a young buck and mama always said, "Don't play with your gum"? I never understood that. I never had problems with losing control of my chewing gum. I blow bubbles, twirl gum around my finger.... I find my gum out of my mouth quite a bit.

Tonight I decided at my ripe age of 22, I was going to learn a new trick with my gum. I've always wanted to be able to spit my gum up into the air and catch it again when it comes back down. So I began to practice. After the first try, I shockingly failed. But, I couldn't find my gum. And then....
...lesson learned. I had no other option but to cut it out. Please take this opportunity to forget what I do for a living, for the moment.

Tagged! (5 Things)

10 Years ago I was:
1. 12 years old, 7th grade
2. Babysitting the neighborhood kids
3. Quite athletic. I loved basketball, still do
4. Way into my hair (it wasn't that great)
5. Learning sewing and cooking skills (that I still don't have)

5 things on my "to do" list today:
1. Wake up (so hard, I love sleeping in)
2. Reserve place for enrichment night
3. Return pan to Grandma
4. Tell John I love him
5. Put up fall decorations

5 snacks I enjoy:
1. Air-popped popcorn
2. Cookies
3. Otter-pops (Red)
4. Chocolate
5. Fruit

5 things I would do if I were a millionaire
1. Buy a house
2. Buy a car
3. Go on a couple of trips (not just one, a couple)
4. Go on a shopping spree
5. Roll in the cash and sing, "If I were a rich man"

5 places I have lived:
1. Smithfield
2. Logan
3. (yes that's all)
4.
5.

5 jobs I have had:
1. Sno Shack (sno cone maker/"runner", somewhat a manager)
2. Cynthia's Upholstery (removing fabric from furniture)
3. The Buckle (freight)
4. The Hair Company (cosmetologist)
5.

tag:
1. Mom
2. Marie
3. Jessica
4. Lindsey
5. Erin

Our Military Weekend

Military Ball. Can you believe that we actually get to go to a ball? It's not much of a fairytale ball, though (Bummer), but it is rather fun to doll up for the evening. This specific ball was located at UVU (use to be UVSC). We showed up, mixed and mingled, sat down, listen to a short program, got our food (very yummy food), ate it, and left. We found out we could leave after dinner, so that's what we did. As soon, as we got up, they began giving out awards. So we bolted for the door before we felt obligated to stay. So I don't know if there was dancing or not. Maybe next time we'll stay longer.... maybe.

Govenor's Day. Did you know there was such a thing. Well there is. And we got to go. It was held in the Rice Eccles Stadium. John had to be in formation by 9:00 AM. So I sat and waited for the "parade" to begin at 10:00 AM. The parade consited of different military units from Utah. They marched around the football field, saluted the govenor, and then filed on the football field. It was so amazing to see so many men and women in uniform. They filled the whole football field. (I know, I didn't get a picture. Next year.) There were some airplanes and helicopters fly over our heads. That was neat. I do have to say the rest of the program was rather boring. They just gave out awards to different soldiers, and the govenor gave a speech. This did take a good hour and a half. I was dying of heat. Half my face a sunburnt, and i have new tan lines. I could only imagine how John felt. They had more activities for the rest of the day, but they were mostly for little kids' entertainment. We'll stay longer another time. (That is John next to the 43 line)

My Army Man

Where's John?
Do you remember the game "Where's Waldo?" See if you can find John. He's in there I promise. (Hint: He is wearing a black beret and he is close enough you can see his face)

Oh My ... What Happened?

*WARNING: Wincing, goosebumps, gagging, or even possible vomit may occur from viewing photos below. However, they are a must see.*

I was on my way home from work, when my phone began to ring. It was my dear husband, John. The first words from John on the phone was, "Do we have hydrogen peroxide?"

I responded, "We have rubbing alcohol."

"No, it has to be hydrogen peroxide."

"Why?"

"I need it to remove the blood from my military cap."

"Why is there blood on your military cap?"

"I had an accident."

"I would start talking if I were you..."

John was being timed while during an obstacle course for ROTC. He was making great speed, when all of a sudden, he hit his head on a beam. (He didn't see it because his cap blocked his vision) He hit it hard enough that the military rank pin that was pinned on his cap, pierced his head. He felt the sudden pain, enough for a 4 letter word to slip out of his mouth. But, he continued to finish the obstacle course. He then removed his hat in time to notice the blood spewing from his brain. His military buddies also began to say 4 letter words when they looked at his head.

The Pin Marks
Blood In Hat (after it was cleaned a bit)
You can also see the marks and blood in his hairline

John is fine. In fact, he feels rather tough. He does say it hurts a bit. But, I do have to admit, when I found out John was okay, I began to laugh.. a lot. Though, he does look rather manly in his army uniform and the blood. Meow.

*Moral of the Story: Hydrogen Peroxide really does help remove blood stains!

Korea - by John

I'm pretty sure that everybody that would read this blog already knows that I'm in the military. If not, I'm in the military. One weekend a month, two weeks a year. This year my two weeks was in Korea. Most people that I've talked to seemed to think that it would be boot camp'ish. It wasn't very physically demanding. In fact, most of the time was spent in an office. I shadowed a lieutenant, Lt. Holly Thomas, and helped with the logistical aspect of their unit's field training exercise (FTX). So I did really important stuff like order ice and food for the company. Many of soldiers would have parrished without my hard work.

I did get off base when I could. I didn't take as many pictures as I probably could, but here's a few:

Here is Korea's palace of palaces... and the guards have cool glued on beards. I tried to take a self-portrait with the front one, but they jumped on me. Actually, they just told me "No, no."


Here is a really cool building behind the palace that is a museum, which seemed pretty cool, but it had "cool" stuff like...


...these fine automobiles... wow...


If you like shopping, this is the place to be. You can find the real stuff and its ripped off counter-part.

this is where i lived for two weeks. not quite the Hilton. nor Motel 8 for that matter.