More Than Just A Kerr Jar

I love the Spring. I can't wait until the tulips finally start popping out from the ground, making their way towards the light. They are such a graceful and beautiful flower, in fact, they are my all time favorite flower. I don't remember how Ashton found that out, but when we were engaged, during the spring before we got married, every week Ashton would leave fresh handpicked tulips in a Kerr Jar at my door. I started to look forward to the different colored and sized Kerr Jars that I knew would await me at the end of every week or two. Spring came and went and the days of Kerr Jars and Tulips ended. Or so I thought. Yesterday, Valentines day, I came home from work/school and walked into the kitchen to find a Kerr Jar and Flowers with a card waiting for me on the table. It immediately took me back to those endearing moments when I would arrive home late from a frustrating and tiresome night of waitressing and find Tulips carefully place and patiently waiting in their jar for me at my door. In that instant I felt all of the butterflies and googlies(if that is a word) that come when two people are dating, but also the deep love that a wife has for her husband. The gesture was simple and small but complex and large in its meaning. Someday, years from now, when I am cleaning out a closet or reorganizing a basement and find the old jars and start to giggle and cry my children will know that they are more than just Kerr jars.

Don't Walk On The Ice

I had just gotten done with class and was walking to work with a friend. The day before had been just warm enough to get the snow to start melting but not warm enough to dry out the side walks, leaving a nice slippery sheet of ice left over to freeze all night. The sidewalks today were covered with big chunks of ice gently masked by a light layer of snow, which made it virtually impossible to tell if I was walking on sold ground or just ice. We were talking about a project or something, and then quickly moved on to, how cold and slippery it was. I remember saying, "I hope I don't slip," and then all of the sudden I was on the ground with a shooting pain coming from my tail bone and traveling up my spine. I couldn't help the tears from streaming. It's was weird. I wasn't really crying or anything, but water was literally flowing from my eyes. I curled up in a ball, oh I looked so pathetic, with one hand holding my fanny as if that would really help. Never mind the fact that this was in between classes and we were on a high traffic walkway, so pretty much everyone at Utah State saw me. Great, I am going to be the girl that everyone refers to as, "oh you're that girl who fell." I guess it was a pretty bad fall, I didn't gracefully catch myself, or try to land on my knees (you'd be surprised how disabling a back pack can be on a short person). I was just walking and then all of the sudden my legs reached for the sky and I came straight down on my tail bone with my 20 pound back pack and all. Well it is now a week or two later and my fanny hurts so bad that I can't even do Pilates. This of course was driving me crazy, so I decided to try doing Pilates on our bed. Well it was working just fine, surprisingly, then Ashton walked in. You can only imagine the look he had on his face, it was hilarious. However, my spirits were not tarnished by his light teasing, so I continued for a couple of min. until my stomach started to growl.
The moral of the story...Don't walk on the ice!!!

Valentines Day!!!

Wow! Another year has gone by already. This is a picture of v-day from last year in our old apartment. The flowers were from Ashypoo, I love tulips, they are my favorite flower. Any who... It was so much fun!!! We did a double date sort of valentines with our friends. I made Cornish game hens, sun dried tomato pesto pasta with asparagus spears, and Alfredo pasta with asparagus spears (tried to add some variety). And yes, I made it all from scratch!!! I was really proud of myself. This year I think pizza will do it. But don't be surprised if I go all out again with the table settings. That's a part of me that will never change:)

Fishing in the Snow...What were we thinking?

So Ashton and I had the bright idea of getting up early on Saturday morning and going fishing. Now I am not talking about Ice Fishing where you sit in a ten with your hot chocolate and cookies holding your rod over a small hole and waiting for the fish to bite. I mean we were hiking through the snow in, yes the Ice Box of Utah, Logan with snow up to our knees. Luckly I had my snow boots and my gators. Anywho, I caught a fish shortly after starting. Amazed that I actually caught one out of the river with a spinner in the dead of winter, I was going to keep it. However, Ashton, being the vice and virtue of fishing, told me it was too small to keep and that I should put it back and let it grow some more. So he hiked ahead and I made my way to the river bed to put the fish back. After taking what felt like five min. to get the stupid hook out of the fishes mouth, my hands were freezing. To I quickly went to the edge of the river to put the fish down. The second I bent my knees to put the fish back I heard a Pop Pop sound and then whosh. I fell in the river. So what I thought was the shorline was really ice with snow on top of it. I was scared and confused all in the same time. Luckly I wasn't to far away from the shorline and the place that I had fallen wasn't deeper then my knees. So I gathered everything up and ran to go find Ashton and tell him what had happened. I finally reached him and he was holding in his had a huge fish, I was not surprized. He went to cast in again and got his line snagged. This really isn't a big deal for Ashton, he is the master and getting pretty much any snag undone. So he tugged and tugged, and wiggled and wiggled, and finally it came free, but all of the sudden I heard him say "what's that stick in the water?" Turns out it was the top of his rod. Before I knew it he was jumping on what looked to be the shoreline but was really ice covered in snow (this sounds familiar), and I heard that sound again, Pop Pop. The next couple of seconds felt like the movies. The ice broke away and he was balancing on it for a second, trying to find a way to jump off. Kindof like watching polar bears jump from ice patch to ice patch in Artic. It was funny, but at the same time kindof like watching Jason Born (my husband is such a hottie). Hejumped of just as the ice was sinking, got his feet completely wet, and had to hike back to the care through the snow with wet feet. At least we had a good fish dinner that night.