labor day.

guess what’s a kind of fun game that we were forced into? having no money. no, seriously…no money.

when we got married, we joined our financial forces (…my bank statement was -33 cents…oops…!) and opened up a new bank account. we ordered fancy new cards and set up secret passwords and signed a bunch of papers…and then two weeks later, we found out that our cards were sent to a random person who 1. guess our passwords and 2. spent $600 on philly cheese steaks and other some such things. long story short(er), our bank account is now frozen and under investigation…great password, no?

so for labor day, we were in search of something free. and mildly entertaining. but mostly free.

after much internet-surfing, we decided on oktoberfest at snowbird; a festival centered almost entirely on sauerkraut and bratwursts…my type of party!

two hours and some serious wrong-turns later, we weren’t at oktboerfest. or even snowbird. but we were in pretty brighton, utah and brighton, utah has public restrooms so brighton, utah it was! we determined there are about three things to do in brighton, utah for free (brighton, utah is a firsty-lasty, don’t you think? kind of like joss stone or jay zee). using the restroom is one of the three.

so romantic drive through the canyon it was! and oh! was it romantic! we were hand-in-hand, reminiscing about our shotgun courtship and old arrested development episodes…

and then a wasp flew in through the window and landed in my cleavage and stung me repeatedly.

the end.

p.s. happy one month to jeff and i! what a feat, no? we had a waffle feast this morning to celebrate! …and also to eat seeing as we really only have bisquick left in our pantry. fingers crossed our account unfreezes!

p.p.s. is jeff’s new haircut kind of hilter youthy? morgan told him so and i am kind of on the fence. except for i am more on hitler-youthy side.

p.p.p.s. happy labor day!

bruges waffles and frites.

something that i noticed about jeff early on (and loved!) was that he shared my love of adventures and food and adventures for  food. we love to look up ‘cheap eats’ around utah county and try them out (rules: both meals must be roughly under 15 dollars, drink must be shared, bread basket encouraged). on thursday we finally, finally tried out bruges waffles and frites in salt lake city and it did not disappoint! (we actually had to make the trip to pick up a chinese kung fu man suit…? ha. jeff is in his friend’s movie and is an emperor!)(i was cast in it too! as the floozy party girl who hits on the emperor, makes out with him, and then leaves…and, action!)y1of1-3-2jeff ordered the waffle monster, a leige waffle stuffed with delicious speculoos spread (umm, hi! cookie in a bottle!), vanilla bean ice cream, and fresh blueberries…he almost shared. i ordered the frites with andalouse sauce (it’s like fancy mayo) and was in starchy-goodness heaven.

we ended the day watching some adult-league kickball in the park (on accident) and developing major crushes on the flamboyant pitcher…he was just so cute!

…and that was our thursday :)

fridate (or where i get de-feminized).

today when jeff picked me up for our little fridate and told me that we’d be cooking, my heart stopped. “crap! my lack of domestic goodness will be exploited!” …i said out loud. or rather in my head. quietly. but seriously. i am kind of a domestic flop. ask me about the time i microwaved toaster strudel? or mixed up salt for sugar? or burnt an entire batch of brownies? ugh.

when we got back to his place and started in the kitchen, it was quite apparent that i was useless. i didn’t know canola oil from vegetable oil, initially used the wrong end of the knife to cut carrots (ow! my palm!), and couldn’t decide what temperature to put the water at to bring it to a boil.

also my hips must have grown 4,563 inches over night? i kept bumping into everything and everyone? birthing hips, ready for action?

eventually jeff caught on and kicked me out of the kitchen entirely. it was sort of, really de-femininzing…but i have huge hips so it basically equals out, essentially?

he ended up whipping up some delicious japanese (yes, japanese; he likes to use any opportunity to showcase his knowledge of the japanese culture…even if it risks sounding pretentious: it’s pronounced kar-e-o-KAY, not karao-key…) chicken curry and rice and started talking about how he has a new sparked interest in sewing? …i think his hips have grown, too.

we ended the night at the dollar theater ($2 for tickets and $10.50 for treats?!) watching ‘chronicle’ where i kept gasping and ‘OH MY GOSH!’-ing because it was so thrilling…and also because i kept rubbing arms and side-glancing  the guy sitting right next to me…i just felt like he needed it, or something.

p.s. am i the only one getting all crazy-fan over the prospect of taylor swift and zac efron together? did you see their interview on ellen together? i mean, come on! america’s favorite couple. right? also when did he get attractive? also who is buying their tickets 345 days early for the lucky one? …with jeff’s recent hip-growth i don’t think i’ll have to put up much of a fight to convince him to go…


field trip!

with an oversized dairy product and free wireless internet in hand, jeff stapleton transforms into the great adventurer of utah valley. today (while downing a cookies and cream chick fil’ a milkshake)(why don’t boys gain weight?!) he decided to take me on a field trip to see the famous spiral jetty (read: JETTY; not yetty…entirely different thing) sculpture near rozel point with my own two eyes. he kept it a surprise the entire time and tried to mask his disappointment when we got there two hours later… and the spiral was completely submerged under water (…or so we thought). oops. nonetheless, we had a great little field trip day and made two (TWO!) fast food stops for field trip food.

also we almost ran out of gas and had a twenty-minute silent ‘oh my gosh! we are going to die out here’ car ride on empty to a gas station and we KILLED A RABBIT and i peed on my shoes. but that’s besides the point. focus on the positive, no?
…also we realized that we were never actually at the spiral jetty. or yetty, for that matter. nope. we were 100 yards away. but at least we had fun!

he’s sort of, really fun.

p.s. he insists on getting credit for his new-found photography skills! to jeff: credit given.

a not-so-monday monday.

my cheeks are sun burned, my shoes are grass-stained, and my hair is in a crazy, windblown bun.

…in other words, today was perfect! the sun was out (like, for REALS out!) and class was…optional…basically…? jeff and i took advantage of the weather and spent the day at the park eating especially delicious apples and bacon avocado sandwiches and going on little bike rides.

i think i love you, monday?

fridates…

…are the best kinds of dates. (and yes, that cinnamon roll is as big as my head…and i have a very big head!)

p.s. suggest! suggest! SUGGEST wallaby’s smokehouse bbq in lindon–it was so good and so cheap and the portion sizes were perfect (…also HELLO freshly cooked roll with cinnamon butter!). plus, the adorable owner walks around in his safari-type get-up and heckles the customers…and there’s a magic show on mondays! what?!  also order the cinnamon roll…just do it. (faturday = pushed to friday…indefinitely)

p.p.s. katniss loves gale. she just does.