the sun will come out tomorrow

well friends on the quest for beauty i have had yet another hair brained idea. you see, my hair is the bane of my existence. it is a pain to flat iron and it is so blasted curly, i always look like an infant. what i wanted was those loose pretty curls that most girls seem to be able to do. so, i went and bought myself some rollers. the curling iron was working but i was afraid of all the damage being done and the time it took, so of course in my peas sized brain, rollers were the answer.
my friend had these rollers for her daughter and they produced really pretty curls in her hair so i thought i would give them a whirl so i went and bought some and lo and behold, wound them tightly

posed for a few picture so you could all be jealous of how cute i am with no makeup and rollers. all i can say is good thing mark married me because hello, not so cute. anyway, on with the rollers. want to see the results of this brilliant idea??!! behold
side view=hot

front view=hot

back view=hot

so the moral of this story is that i have brilliant ideas and everyone should rush out and go buy themselves some rollers. actually the moral is that i am once again and idiot. sigh.

fashion plate

homies. guess what. i got some sweet orthopedic shoes. i got them free from a lady who works with us at the temple. wanna see them so you can see how fashionable i look? okay here you go. feast your eyes on these beauties.
pretty sweet eh?

sorry about the cankles

and as an added bonus, they look great with jeans!!!!!

i mock, but seriously, they are so comfortable and wasn't that so nice of her to GIVE me these? they are not cheap shoes. so thanks friend.

actual conversation

mark: honey, maybe we should stop drinking caffeine so much since we are going to be working in the temple now.
me: you don't really drink caffeine.
mark: i meant you. and honey, maybe we should stop swearing or try to not swear so much.
me: you never swear.
mark: again, you.

so i think it is plain to see who is the saint in our coupledom. whatever. i bring a lot of joy and happiness to sailors and truckers in the soda business so i contribute too. take that mother theresa.

correction

remember a few posts back when i said mark and i were going to be working in the temple. i made a mistake. i meant don johnson. from the miami vice days. sorry.
common mistake

days of yore

remember when mark was amish and sported a lovely beard? well those days are over folks. he is smooth and his hair is cut (by yours truly who claimed to be a great hairstylist in order to get the privilege- hahahahaha)

so folks in honor of the new do and smooth face, we tried a few new hairstyles to make mark's appearance more shocking, stylish and awesome. ta da: the new looks. you can vote if you want

1. the bad boy

2. Middle part with curlicues

3. the rocker? or the widow's peak

4. fresh off the mission nerd with a part

5. mormon mom (my personal favorite)

let us know what you think. our primary kids just thought he looked weird. at least they are honest

lame post warning

remember when i said this blog should be called old news??? well i meant it. here is some, to catch you up. in december on the day before we were supposed to go home to utah, it began to snow. and snow and snow and snow. it was a marshmallow world and we were stuck inside. the roads did not get plowed and there were people walking if they had to go anywhere. luckily we were ok. mark's final was cancelled (after a scathing email telling the students to prepare for bad weather and give themselves plenty of time to drive to school) and so we were pretty much snowed in for 2 days and then in between storms, we made a quick break for it to make it to utah in time for the holidays. so here are some pictures of the snow because i have them, and this is old news and so therefore appropriate for the blog. for your viewing pleasure:

our shoveled walkway

our friend ian's car. he was staying with us because he was moving to chicago.

mark and ian were proud of this little driveway they built from our car to ian's so we could get out. we got out and then later that day, the plows finally came and covered all their hard work with snow so ian was stuck. luckily there was a neighborhood shovel brigade out and about.

more of the shoveled out "driveway"

cars slipping and sliding and mark sweeping

snow land

our car getting unsnowed

our steps. note. that handrail where the snow is piled up to is up to my waist!!

our car. wowzers. old news for sure but still.....