Following the Prophet

After being inspired by the words of the prophet (so it may not have been the most recent prophet), Mike and I adventured off to Home Depot so start our first own garden. The lady was nice and pointed us to the things that we needed-soil and plant food.

It is too cold to plant our tomato or pepper (don't freak out family, the tomato is for Mike, I have not yet converted), so we are starting our lettuce and cilantro in the mean time.

This is day one of our plant experience. It is times like these that I hope I wasn't adopted and inherited Mom's green thumb.

Day seven-the lettuce is looking like alfafa sprouts and no hope yet for the cilantro. We'll keep you updated

The Luau

This year, I decided to get connected with my Heritage. Sorry Josh, my birth mom wasn't Hawaiian, but Tahitian!!! The multicultural center at BYU put together this luau and opened it up for anyone to join. We thought we would have a lot of fun doing it. I practiced every Saturday for two months to perform for a total of five minutes with both days.

These are the girls that I did the dance with (Left to right: me, Bri, Andrea, Karen, and Mandie)

Here is Mike coming down to congrats his new Tahitian wife.

This is the full costume. We had to make the hip band, but the huge shell was actually bought and shipped from Tahiti.

We have just finished the dance and are headed off the stage.

You can see my backside on the right for a bit before a turn around the circle.

Farewell to Spring

For those of you who didn't get the privilege to visit our little get away, we wanted to share with you what you were missing out on.

This is our kitchen/dinning room. We had a card table to the left where we host many important people, such as Kelli, Mom and Dad, and that's about it.
This was the living room/family room/bedroom. We had our bed by the window, our dresser in the closet, another card table in a corner you can't really see in this photo for our computer and stidying, and a bookcase and TV stand next to the bed. For furniture, we loved our one black banana chair. We actually really liked the place.

During Thanksgiving break, we went bowling with Mike's family. There was a sign that said if you bowl a turkey (three strikes in a row) you win a turkey. And you doesn't like turkey? There was also a competition going on between each couple. Go thing that Mike is good at bowling to carry my slack on the team. In the end, Mike won a turkey. That means Thanksgiving in February!

Honeymoon

There have been many people asking us how our amazing life has been (I wouldn't blame them, we are pretty cool). So, we decided to share a bit of our honeymoon. Don't worry, you won't have to kick the kids out of the room. Here are some pictures that we took at the beautiful Oregon Coast.

On one of the days, we went to look at the aquatic life. It's pretty amazing what those gray skies hide.
When we went on our nature hike out to the cape, we saw some interesting looking animals. Nothing out of the ordinary.

On our way home, we took a detour. You would never think that some of these areas are in Oregon.

Overall, we have a pretty fun honeymoon.

Our Target Trip

After many phone calls, we decided that Target was going to be our place to go for the big event-registering. Everyone has warned us that when they register, they almost called off the engagement or broke an arm or two. I don't know about Mike, but I was sort of excited to see our "true selves" to come out this night. What great stories are we going to be able to tell our kids about our registering adventure. We had a rough beginning with the bedding. I think that every girl will side with me in saying that the bedding color and texture is very important in establishing the mood for your apartment (especially with an apartment like ours which that is pretty much all there is room for, a bed). However, after we chose that, it was pretty much smooth sailing from there. Until the end. . . Mike wanted to register for a HD TV and a Xbox 360. I am telling people that he was joking about it, but I don't think he really was. But, all in all, we are still together so hopefully that accounts for something.

Festival of Colors

Earlier this month, we went to the Festival of Colors at a Hindu temple in Spanish Fork. Getting there was an adventure in itself with witnessing an accident, stuck in traffic, and finding a parking spot. There were hundreds of people at this temple. We could walk around inside (bare foot of course) and watch and belly dancer preform these traditional Indian dances. Part of the festival was to burn the demon on the stake. Once they lit it, everyone threw their colors in the air. For two whole mintues, we were consumed in a cloud of pink, green, orange, and purple dust. I wanted to throw up. It was awesome. I think the gross part was that the red paint would get up your noses and make your snot look like blood. After the paint throwing was done, we dared to eat the food. We could recongize rice and some sort of spinach, but that was it. The rest was a mystery and sure tasted like one. Before we took off, we had to visit the llama. I don't think I can describe the excitement that was running through my viens as I was watching the llama. Overall, it was a successful trip. Maybe we will try this again next year, but only if there is going to be a llama.