Let us be thankful for the most glorious of food groups: Carbs

We started out Thanksgiving Day bright and early (7 am) with some Football. The ward Turkey Bowl to be precise, very serious, very competitive. Haha.

It was a beautiful day. I jogged around the track, burned approximately 1 bite of pecan pie off, and took pictures.

Yeah! Dan has the ball. It was fun to see Dan's Young Men (he's the Priest Advisor) and all the Military guys playing. The best guy on the field: Not the Navy Seal, or the big tongan - a 5 foot hispanic soccer player kicked everyone's trash. Then, it was time to cook and get to our friends' house!
Dan and his fabulous appetizers, including his world famous Triscut Pizzas.
I was most proud of my Pies. Never mind that the chocolate cream didn't set up and was runnier than soup.
A close up of my contributions. Notice a trend? Sugar and Carbs. My loves in life.
Dan was stoked that our wonderful hosts had an X-box.
This little guy is so much fun. We love playing with him!
He was getting hungry and ate tons of Dan's appetizers. That boy can eat!
All this food for 4 people. A pie a person. Yeah, not good for waistline.
This was my first year having Thanksgiving not in St. George, and more importantly, not being cooked by my fabulous mother. I discovered many things about myself in the quest to cook Thanksgiving, one being: I eat nothing but carbs. I also learned that cream pies can not set up and go horribly wrong - even if you've spent an hour hand crafting chocolate garnishing curls to go on top. Also, if you forget your rolls are still in the fridge an hour before, and decide to put them in a 200 degree oven to speed up rise time, it will kill the yeast and your rolls will be hard as rocks. Yeah for self discovery. I have many a thanksgiving ahead, lets hope the learning curve is steep.

I hate that I love it...

Twilight that is. I will openly say to anyone how the Twilight Series is "poorly written school girls' daydreams that create a false ideal of what true love is." But I can't help it, I've read all those poorly written daydreams, and anxiously await all the movies. So we saw it yesterday: New Moon. I chose this picture because I can hear my mom's commentary of the movie in my head: "Those boys need to pull their pants up!" Haha, so classic of my mom.

I was so happy to be seeing a good movie (after the Wild Things debacle, don't see it). I am in love Jacob's body. And all of Edward. Its sad.

So, in trying to be fiscally conservative, we decided to go across the street and buy some treats from a little grocer instead of the over priced theater offerings. However, Dan didn't notice these chocolates were $7 a pound, and I didn't notice he had filled a pound and half of candy in his bag. Here he is holding his $12 candy! Way to save money, should've gone for the $4 milk duds...

Ah, Reds. Another thing I hate how much I love: donuts. I can't say no to them. So (nearly every ) Saturday morning Dan and I go to this marvelous joint.

They are delicious.

Clearly we go first thing in the morning, before make-up and/or hair brushing.

But thats okay, cause Red's draws a pretty rough crowd. Its in the hispanic district of town, and we are generally the only native English speakers there. Dan loves his nasty coconut covered mutations. Chocolate is the only way to go.

Some weeks were adventurous and recruit some friends, get our donuts to go...

And eat them at the beach! Have a Happy Thanksgiving. A holiday of gluttony. My kinda thing.

Sew? Just say "NO!"

Last year for Halloween, Dan and I threw together a vampire costume last minute for the ward Halloween party. We were not well received and I vowed this would never happen again. So starting roughly October 1st this year, I began discussing our costume options w/ Dan and we settled on Alice & Wonderland. However, when I tried to find costumes online, I found this:

Since when did Alice start stripping on the weekends? I was under the impression that she came from a wealthy family (she did have her own tutor) and didn't need to dance at Little Darlings for extra cash. After finding this out, and being completely high at the time (not really), I thought "I can sew my own costume!" Except, I can't sew.

This was the final product after countless youtube videos on how to sew gathers, multiple meltdowns, one suicide attempt, and a lot of Diet coke. Just don't get close enough to inspect the seams.

Dan was the Cheshire cat, and it should be noted he sewed his own ears. I was too unstable after my costume to do much work on his.

This year we were well received in our ward - even though our trunk was decorated rather shoddily for the trunk or treating.

Our main competitors in the couple coordinated costume division: Calvin & Hobbes.

On Halloween Eve, we celebrated Oktoberfest/Pumpkin Fest with Leana & Mark. It was awesome and here we are with our pumpkins. Mine is a bit bigger than everyone elses'. Just a little bit. Take Home Message: Just buy your costume, don't under any circumstances make your own. It is better to be Slutty, than to sew.