Pumpkin Night

October 30-31

We saw that Papa Murphys was selling Jack-o-Lantern Pizzas for Halloween and I thought that it looked cute, so Adam picked us up one to eat the day before Halloween. We also had pumpkin muffins so it was like our Pumpkin Night!I cannot go through Halloween with out carving a pumpkin, so Adam and I picked out a frozen one covered in Rexburg snow outside of Albertsons. We were going to carve it on pumpkin night, but we had to let it thaw for a day. It was that frozen! But this is the before picture before we did anything to it.
Adam's job was to cut off the top and scoop out the guts!

I had the job of carving it with a dull, woobly knife.
The after picture of us with our pumpkin. I think it turned out pretty good. I made it a happy pumpkin.
This is what it looked like outside on our balcony. It was pretty sweet! I love Halloween and this time of the year!!!

Flowers from Adam!

Adam suprised me with beautiful fall color flowers last week! He really is the best. My vase was packed with them! It makes my apartment look and smell so much better.

I'm so glad I'm dating a man who loves to give me flowers! :)

Here's a closer look

Corn Maze

October 27

I had a free moment while Adam went to Idaho Falls, so I thought I would put up some picuters of him being here in Rexburg with me! He got here Monday night and Tuesday night we decided to hit up the corn maze in Rigby. It was way cold so we had to bundle up. We would have liked to wait for a warmer night, but there really arent much left in this area. We walked around the maze and thought we were doing really well until after 45 minutes we ended right back where we started at the front of the maze. It was a little discouraging and we were really cold so we decided we had had our corn maze experiece and we walked around a little, made a few cuts through corn walls, and ended up at the exit. It was a lot of fun!
We thought we would take a picture with the corn so you could actually tell we were at a corn maze.

Swine Flu

I heard yesterday that 19% of BYU-Idaho students were sick. It seems that less and less people are coming to class and a big part of it is because of the swine flu. They said that if it gets to where 25% of the students are sick, then they will have to close the school down. Hopefully it wont get to that point, but it's scary how everyone is getting sick! But my spanish teacher showed our class this coke commercial from Argentina and I thought it was pretty funny. Be careful about sharing your germs!!

Snowflake Story

I had to write about a specific educational experience and write about it for my creative writing class. It still needs work like all my other writings do, but here it is.

Snowflake
The days were getting colder as the summer months were ripped from the calendar to make way for winter ones. Through out the weeks, it was getting more straining for us first graders to make our extra scarves and gloves that our mothers made us wear fit into our apple red cubbies. We had been stuck inside our classroom for over an hour, and we were anxious for Mrs. Furgison to dismiss us to stand in single file by the door so we could finally got to recess. Our eyes kept peering at the clock even though none of us knew what the black sticks ticking round and round meant. All we knew was that it had something to do with when we got to go to lunch, leave for home, and other important and exciting things like that.

“Alright, it’s time to get in line. Line up quietly by the door,” our teacher said as we all scrambled from our seats to be sure to get there first. “Wait, don’t forget your coats! It’s cold outside today.” After some more moving around and scuttling, each of us had our coats on. We may have put only half an arm or a shoulder through the sleeves, but we were in a hurry for running around and climbing the monkey bars.

It felt like an eternity while Mrs. Furgison stood tall at the front of the line with her quiet pointer finger resting on her bottom lip waiting for our little chatters to hush. Once we were all quiet, she opened the door and we followed her down the stairs and outside to the side walk. The sky was gray and every couple of feet there seemed to be white feathers falling from the sky. I was not paying attention to them because I had my eye on the tire swing and the bigger kids that got there first to play on it.

I heard a gasp come from my teacher who had somehow made her way beside me. “Look class!” I was very shy and began to panic thinking that I had done something wrong or that I was in trouble. I never got singled out. She told everyone to gather round and look at the tiny drop that rested on my shoulder. I heard “wow!” and “cool!” and “move over!” I was confused. Then I saw what everyone else was looking at. It was a snowflake that was no larger than half the eraser at the end of our pencils. It was so perfect and had exceptionally detailed points and lines. I had never seen a snowflake that wasn’t cut out of paper with scissors. .I had always thought that the shape of a snowflake was made up just like the shape of the Grinch’s heart. It was beautiful, but it quickly melted away on the warmth of my Barbie pink coat. For the rest of recess, instead of everyone running off in a hustle to play, we all stood around on the side walk hoping for another glimpse of perfection to land on one of us. No one was able to find one and they all were watching me to see what I was doing because I must have done something unique and special to have a snowflake land on me. We looked at things closer after that in hopes of having another “wow!” experience.

Pumpkin Cookies

My roommate Valerie made some really good cookies last night so I got the recipe from her and it's super easy! So here's an idea if you want an easy fall/Halloween snack.

Pumpkin Cookies

1 Spice Cake Mix

1 Can of Pumpkin

Chocolate chips

Mix all together and bake at 350 degrees for about 10 minutes! That's it!!

Memory with Dad

I was assigned to write a creative non-fiction piece from my life for my creative writing class. I chose to write about a moment that I had with my dad. The piece still needs a lot of work I think, but there it is!...

How to Eat an Ice Cream Cone

My head came to just below the counter, and if I stood up on the very tip top of my Little Mermaid Velcro shoes, I could see over and watch the Hardee’s worker swirl ice cream on my crisp cone. I reached out my hands impatiently to snag it from her. Once the sweet goodness was in my grasp, I immediately opened my miniature sized mouth and tried to fit the entire ice cream sculpture inside. I was for the most part successful; however, my failures could be seen on my nose, cheeks, fingers, and my pink tank top.

“That’s not how you eat an ice cream cone,” my older brother Aaron stated, as an absolute fact, while he partook of his own swirl of sugar. With my sticky, confused face, I looked at my cone then back at my brother wondering how he had come to know the art of wrapping his tongue perfectly around his ice cream cone without getting it all over. It took me about two seconds to forget about it and continue dripping on myself and the floor.

“Wow!” said a more principal voice. “Is that how you think an ice cream cone should be eaten?” My father then got on one knee and came down to my level. He snagged my ice cream cone from my hands and panic surged through my fingertips as I let the cone go. I wanted to let out a yelp like a puppy to my mother to let her know that dad was teasing me again, but instead I watched as he licked around the edges of the cone to stop the milky flow. I didn’t know what his intentions were; if he was eating my ice cream now, or trying to help. My curiosity was cured as he handed it back into my suction cup hands.

He then told me to show him how I think an ice cream cone should be eaten. I then proceeded to try and bite off the top of the cone, while smothering my face in it and making it look more like a cowboy hat than its original pyramid.

“You look like Santa with that white beard,” he said and I giggled just like the little girl that I was. My father once again grabbed the cone from me and wiped off my face with about ten rough square napkins and licked my cone clean again. “Did you see what I did?”

“No.”

“Watch again.” He stuck out his tongue first without touching anything so that I could process all of the steps in my short, tension span mind. Then he spun the cone around in his fingers like a potter would spin a sculpture of clay. He touched the ice cream with his tongue removing all the melted parts and leaving a perfectly smooth white canvas.

I was amazed and excited to learn the secret of mastering ice cream cone eating. I didn’t know there was a correct way to do it! I went to grab the cone from him so that I could acquire this worthy skill as well.

“Wait, there’s one more step,” he said, lightly restraining me with his free hand. Following the cone straight up to his mouth, he took a bite off the top. It wasn’t as big of a bite as what I was taking before, but he pulled the cone back to reveal that he too had given himself new white facial hair. Some ice cream covered his black whiskers of his own real mustache that followed the line of his now crooked grin, and some drips dropped down on his white t-shirt. With my ice cream cone back in my hands, I stuck out my tongue and I tried his technique of licking then biting it at the top. Knowing how to do it the right way did not prevent me from making a mess and having to take a bath when I got home. The right way for me was to make a mess. I’m not quite sure when that become the wrong way to eat an ice cream cone.