Scruff McGruff

A few weeks ago Bryant and a few of his law school buddies decided that they were going to put together an intramural basketball team. Their awesome name? "The Officious Intermeddlers." (Apparently the team captain read it in one of their cases and got a kick out of it.)

So yesterday was their second game of the season. 9 AM on a Saturday. (Awful, huh?) Bryant left the house around 8:30 and I slept until 10:30. (I definitely should win the "Most Supportive Wife of the Year" Award.) While Bryant and one of his teammates were checking in, the girl at the table informed both of them that they could not play due to their facial hair. If anyone has ever seen Bryant then you would know that the little facial hair he does have, you have to be in the right light to even see it.Do you see the scruff? No. No you don't. But what you don't realize is this a pretty scruffy picture of Bryant.

(Sometimes I tell Bryant he looks like Spencer Pratt in hopes that he'll get offended and shave. It doesn't work.)

Bryant and his teammate kindly asked the girl if she was joking, to which she responded that she was not and that they could play if they hurried and shaved. (Later Bryant told me he was thinking, "Yeah, I brought my toiletries bag along just incase I needed to shave before I played basketball on a Saturday morning!")

The two of them scurried over to the BYU Bookstore in hopes of buying a razor there, but it was closed. Finally they went back to the gym and the wife of one of the other players ended up having an electric razor in her car and she was kind enough to let them borrow it. They ended up missing 10 minutes of the game, and the game resulted in a tie. --That's after someone on Bryant's team slammed the ball and was issued a "Yellow Card", forced to sit out, and the team had to finish the game 4-on-5. (What is this? Soccer? Hockey? Since when is there a penalty box in basketball?!)

Since we've moved to Happy Valley I've been trying to have a positive attitude about BYU. I figure we have to be here for 3 years so I may as well enjoy it. But after walking around the student center and seeing just how much weirder the students are, going to the BYU-USU mens basketball game and having to deal with their obnoxious fans, and now the whole "beard" fiasco...Uggh. It's awful. Just AWFUL!

Cache Valley, (specifically the Sports Academy for Bryant)-- We miss you!

Cinnamon Rolls

When I was in elementary, anytime that I'd have a Snow Day and my mom didn't have to work, she would make me learn how to make cinnamon rolls. At the time, I hated it. I would try to wing it and she would tell me what I was doing wrong, which for some reason would make me really mad! [Hello! I was an EXPERT! Not her! :) ]

Nowadays, anytime I make some type of dessert I am always calling her to ask questions. My momma is the greatest cook EVER! So here is the final product!

One other random story about making these: While I was letting the dough raise, I wanted to hurry the process along. I preheated my oven a tiny bit so I could put the dough in to raise. I placed one of my kitchen towels on the bottom rack before I put my plastic bowl on it so the bowl wouldn't burn. Once I took the dough out I was in a hurry and forgot to take the towel out. A little while later when I was ready to start cooking them, I turned my oven on to

375°F. I was talking to my mom on the phone when I glanced over to see smoke billowing out of my oven! I ran over and flung open the door to find my towel on fire! At this point the kitchen was engulfed in smoke, about six different smoke alarms were going off, and Edgar had sprinted through his pet door into the garage to hide from all the chaos!

So this is what my white towel looked like after Bryant came to the rescue and threw it out into the snow. :)

In spite of this little incident the rolls turned out to be rather tasty! (According to Bryant, anyway)

BON APPETIT!

Edgar won the battle...I won the war!

Now I know what you're all thinking. "Why in the world would she give her cat a bath?" I'll tell you why! Since we first got Edgar for Christmas in 2009, I have successfully given him 3 baths. Granted, they were all when he was pretty small, but they did happen! Edgar has been shedding a lot lately and it seemed that no matter how much I brushed him, he would still shed! My mom and sister were talking about giving their Siamese cats baths and they made it sound soooo easy. I figured that was the solution to Edgar's shedding problem.

When Bryant and I moved from Logan, I drugged Edgar with "Calm Down". It knocked him out from Logan to Draper, then he meowed for the last 30 minutes of the drive. I thought I was brilliant by giving the same stuff to Edgar before his bath. It definitely didn't have the same effect this time around...

Here's the monster before his bath...

He shredded my glove while I was trying to put him in the bathtub. (As demonstrated in the video)

This is after the bath. You can see how happy Edgar was.

My battle wounds

Lovely, huh?

His next favorite part was the hair dryer.

The final product.

So was the bath worth it? No. Definitely NOT.