Pumpkins

So on monday night Joe and I carved our Halloween pumpkins. Here is Joe hard at work.....



Here is Joes final product. He carved eyes for it too. It is some type of an animal, maybe a dragon?

Mine is just a classic puking pumpkin.

Halloween Time

So Joe and I have been looking forward to Halloween for a really long time! While I was visiting him in DC last year Joe came up with ideas for halloween costumes.

We were able to debut our costumes this past weekend at one of my life time best friends Catherine Wolfgramm party. It was also fun to go and see my sister and her "friend" Ben...we were able to have a few laughs with them. So in case you can't tell what we were dressed up as...
I was "Holy Cow" and Joe was "Bull Crap"

Joe could not help but play with the hilarious utters on my costume.

"Now that is bull crap"

What our baby would look like

Some of my friends have seen what their babies would look like through this web site and it got me wondering how we could do.
What do you think of "Peter"? I think he totally looks like Joe, with his hair, and smile, but he does have my nose.

MakeMeBabies.com - What will your baby look like?

Blue Jean Baby?

So my sister just admitted to having 49 pairs of shoes. In her defense my brother not only worked at a shoe store for years, but he also bought a shoe store later on and our whole family became shoe collectors.
My addiction is Jeans. In my defense I work at Gap, and I have for the past 7 years, and so a majority of my jeans are Gap, and I receive an amazing discount. In all I have 33 jeans in my closet. I have to admit that some of them I have worn so much that they should be thrown out because of the holes in the crotch. but they do have some emotional value to me. The pair that I wore on my first date with joe has been repaired by my mom, and is wearing out again, but I can't throw those out!
I did not think that I had an unusual amount of jeans until one day I looked in my closet and said, "I have no jeans to wear!" and all Joe did was laugh. He thought I was kidding, but I was being serious. I did not have the right pair of jeans to go with the top that I wanted to wear.
So aside from being addicted to Dr. Pepper, I'm addicted to jeans. We all have our addictions

Multiple Guess

Sarah has been doing her nursing school for the past 3 1/2 months. She has been a dedicated nursing student. She will leave for school at least four hours before I even consider about waking up. She has been studying, reading, and memorizing so consistently even though she is still working a full-time-stress filled forty hour a week management-job. She has proven throughout this time that she is the smart kid in class. She proved it this past weekend as she finished her finals for her first semester. So although the final results are not known, we are pretty sure that she has all A's gracing her record.

She now has a nice 10 day break with her only responsibility being her full-time job. She is so excited because she now has a week where she has time to read a book that she wants to and go to the gym.

Saturday morning was a huge day for me (Joe-Sarah's husband-the reason she has a new last name-I know; I can't believe that I am blogging either). I took the LSAT. Some would have you believe that it stands for Law School Admitance Test. This is completely and utterly false. LSAT actually stands for Lowsy Saturday Afternoon Tradgedy.

I initially signed up to take the LSAT at UVU because I thought that this would bolster my confidence when I went there to take it. I would feel like a smart BYU grad coming down off of my hill of knowlege and spiritually centered learning to the reject school-I apologize to all of you wolverines out there, at least you aren't attending Paul Mitchell. Well my confidence was shot as soon as I started driving to the test. I was more nervous than a redneck guy on Jerry Springer waiting for a paternity test. I ended up bringing 7 pencils to the test as well as a pencil sharpener. I was a little paranoid about my pencils and having any of them fail me. Well after the test was over I realized that I could have used a pencil that was 2 centimeters long with a nub of an eraser left and bite marks and I would have been just fine.

I will not find out the results of my test for another two and a half weeks but I am pretty sure that I didn't rock my test as well as my dear wife did hers. But I just never know. Life is made up of uncertanties. Maybe I did all right. Maybe I got a score that will allow me to get into a top 10 law school. And maybe some student at Paul Mitchell could do better on the LSAT than I did.