Soggy Frozen Veggies

Last Thursday morning while I was getting ready I felt something bump my leg, and looked down in surprise to see Zach scooting along the floor on his butt from our bedroom towards the kitchen.  Looking defiant, he claimed that it was "not as unmanly as it looked."

I sure hope not.

But I couldn't really blame him.  You see after my intramural volleyball game the night before, Zach took the opportunity to show his woman how it's DONE.  He was hitting some pretty hard core spikes at the far wall, totally showing me up, when I popped a ball up a little too far back.  In the heat of a smack down he went for it anyway and next thing I know he's hit the floor all wrong and we ended up with something like this:


Oversized Cankle

And this:



Zach: My foot looked weird then, but later the entire foot swelled uniformally and
actually looked quite nice and cherubic as can be seen below.

And this:

Oddly enough, his foot is beautiful.  Seriously, that is my favorite color right there.

 A week later Zach is finally crutchless, but he now has the shuffle walk of the living dead.  Between his ankle and my knee (curtesy of the Ragnar), we make quite the pair on Friday nights with our BYU Creamery ice cream and Wipeout to keep our minds off our various maladies.

And I'm not sure how, but lately it seems we've been going through a deplorable amount of frozen veggies.

Cabinoference: Winner

This last weekend Zach and I participated in one of my favorite traditions: Cabinoference. Every April and October my parents pick a few lucky participants to join them at the cabin that was built using my and my brothers' child slave labor.  I love it now, but back when I was 9 carrying rocks and planting bug bombs was met with much protestation and attempts to hide out in the bathroom.

The only Cabinoference rules are:

1) Relax as much as possible

2) Bring enough delicious food to feed 12 times the amount of people actually present

Zach: For those who don't know, Clarissa and I like to make little competitions out of just about anything.  For example, earning the most money during the summer: Clarissa; foosball: Clarissa; least student debt: Clarissa; and so on and so forth.

We got up there and Dad put us right to work.  Zach provided awesome slave labor.  In fact, I'm pretty sure he positively enjoyed it. 

Zach: I did enjoy it.  One thing though, one does not "dig" in Utah.  One "de-rocks" the earth.  This is me smashing rocks into pieces small enough to pry from the ceramic clay that makes up the state.  But... it did make me feel pretty manly.

Zach: Winner and feeling manly

Rissa: Winner for just watching him do his thing

Admittedly, I was less manly when I attempted it.  But I feel like a winner just for learning how to properly swing.

Zach: Clarissa actually did quite well with her swinging.  Because zombies have poor coordination and cognition skills, a single swimming pool can trap a whole hord of them indefinitely!  The trick is digging it fast enough.  But I think Clarissa has it in the bag.  Way to go love!

 Zach broke Rule Number One by bringing his homework: Loser.  This prevented him from facing me in ping pong and Lost Cities which prevented him from losing further.

Final ping pong games score:

Rissa: 11 games

Zach: 0

Final Lost Cities score:

Rissa: 3

Zach: 0

This brings our all time game score to 50:50.  Yes, we really are that geeky that we've been keeping track.  And yes, we are statistically that well matched.

I love this picture of my parents.  I'm a winner just for having them around.  Or maybe THEY are the winners for having such a great kid.  Plus have you ever seen such gorgeous colors?

I included this next picture because a) you can see the cabin and b) you can see the amazing leaves and c) you can see my awesome hair, courtesy of the Zach Salon.  Way to go babes.

Finally, we are all winners for the ability and privilege to listen to modern day prophets share the word of God with us in Conference.  Even if the Pepto-Bismol choir dresses were... less than winning, I am so grateful for all the men and women that lead our church today, and the blessings it brings to our lives.  Definitely winners.



Brun Hilde

They say that money can't buy happiness.  But what it CAN buy is an apartment with air conditioning, a dishwasher, laundry machine, counter space, and honest-to-goodness real-life carpet.  And that makes Zach and I very happy.  What do "they" know anyway?

We love our new compact flesh-colored abode that's only 4 minutes away from my classroom door.  There's just one problem: 

Brun Hilde.

Brun Hilde is the crazy lady that lives in our attic.  We're not sure what she does during the day, but she comes out at night to use the dishwasher, the dryer, our towels, and to shake her head all over the carpet.  Never mind that the previous tenant had black hair- this stuff still shows up in clumps even after a professional carpet cleaning and half a dozen vacuum jobs done by yours truly.

Zach: Well, I brought this up one night as a joke explanation as to were this hair was coming from.  After laughing, we both just sat there for a few uneasy seconds as the thought of a crazy lady living in the attic settled into our minds.  I would have checked then and there... but having seen "the grudge" a few years ago, decided that not being certain if a crazy lady was coming out of the attic at night was better than sticking my head up there and knowing there was a crazy lady coming out of the attic at night.

It seems that since we've moved in Brun Hilde has acquired a blonde companion (Helga) because there's quite a bit of golden stuff accompanying the black.  I'm sure it can't possibly all be mine.  I'm in denial that I could ever lose that much hair, much less that it could spread itself all over the apartment.  'Sides, ZACH is the one who's concerned about going bald.

We've really got to have a chat with those ladies, as the hair is becoming rather unappetizing, but neither of us are brave enough to poke our heads up into the attic.  If you're up for it, please feel free to visit anytime.