Thursday, September 22, 2011


I love a surprise. It doesn't even have to be a good one. Any surprise.
And this week was full of some GREAT ones.

I was surprised when....

* I went to work Tuesday morning and found out the Payroll I was in charge of didn't ACTUALLY get paid.

* Boss man surprised me with some super ghetto speakers for my computer so I can "watch some sweet 80s Tiffany music videos"

* I came home from work on Tuesday and Matt is sweating up a storm in the garage trying to fix a bike for me.

AND has flowers for me. Yay for being married for one month.

* The guy that is supposed to be training me came into my office and stole all of my grapes. I loved those grapes.

* I realize that Matt and I can figure out a way to get a Costco cookityourself tortilla into every meal

* I see PUMPKIN SPICE MARSHMALLOWS. I love all things pumpkin. This was a special surprise.

* I get THIS in the mail.
How did Melissa know its been a life long dream of mine to receive a telegram... I am not sure. She knows about all of the cool hidden things you wish you knew about. It was not only super cool to get one.... it had some really sweet words in it too. This was a super great surprise.

* Matt and I search for Tomatillos at 3 grocery stores. Who sells out of those things? I don't know what they are used for other than Cafe Rio salad dressing....

*When Matt and I received a calling at church. That was a big surprise.

*That I have had to have spell check remind me how to spell surprise every time I have tried to type it on this post.... not a huge surprise.

Also.. Im a little embarrassed that I blogged about a melon. Sorry about that one.

Thursday, September 8, 2011


Ever heard of a sharing shack? There is one by grannies house and is a little hut people either drop off fruits and vegetables that they have too much up, or (in our case) pick up peoples extras (or garbage). Every time we pass the sharing shack Matt and I stop. (Thats where the decorative gord came from). So yesterday we stop and I get back into the car with this little beauty.

Matt, clearly flabbergasted, asks "What is that crazy melon you brought into the car?". We decide it is a Watalope. Half watermelon, half cantaloupe.

On we go with our evening and head to the grocery store. (Where we got a 10lbs. bag of potatoes for 98 cents!!! Its amazing how excited that made us). As we walk around we see our Watalopes twins... and learn he is a Tuscan Cantaloupe.

Back to the car we go. We get in. And O, the smell. Our little Watalope was stinking up the car with its overripe odors. Were driving home with the windows open, Matt holding the watalope, and me begging him to throw it out the window. He refuses, for safety reasons.

We then dwell on all the silly ways to kill Watalope.

I feel weird talking so much about a cantaloupe so I will skip to the end. We ended up throwing him off a bridge on BYU campus. I threw the little guy like a shot put right off that bridge. And it felt good. There were lots of people walking around for 10 at night... so it felt a little risky to cause an explosion of melon on their walk way.

A immature 17 year old activity? yes.

Matt is on the look out to see if we show up in the Daily Universe Police Beat.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

My Matty

Just like I suspected... being Mrs. Matthew Lowry is a dream.

Day 1 - Perfect. My stress outs are not secret and Matt had been preparing me mentally for something going wrong on our wedding day. Because something always does right? wrong. I have the best familIES in the world. And some fantastic friends who all helped so much to pull it off. We didn't get married till 2.... lots of people thought that was because that was the only time left at the temple. Do they not know my mother? That time was booked a good week before we were even engaged the middle of April. No, I just don't wanna wake up at 4am to get my hair all did up.

Matt and I drove out to the Temple together, and of course got their early. Which was so nice because we got to spend some sweet extra minutes together. I love the Temple so much. I love that I can be with Matt for the rest of FOREVER. Such a huge amazing blessing.

I always knew that if I ever walked out of a Temple after getting married it would be awkward a heck. What do all those watching eyes expect? I am not really sure. But I do know that I was right in my perdition. I was awkward. But thrilled. So it didn't matter. We had a ton of special people there to help welcome us into the world as newly weds.

After a few (some might say a lot) of pictures we hurried back to Lethbridge for the Partay. What I pictured? No. A bit better. I had a blast.

I have always heard people say O it doesn't matter if you show up at _________s wedding, they won't even know you were there. FALSE. It was so so so nice to have friends and family together. Haliaka and Courtney (My bridesmaids) both drove forever to get there... and my Granny and her husband and an Aunt and Uncle and my cousin Haley and her husband Trevor all came up for the event. Not a short drive... especially when your trapped in a rental van together. And Bud is driving. I owe them. I got to meet a ton of Matts family as well which was awesome after hearing so many stories. Overall... perfect day, fantastic people, sealed to the love of my life. Success.

But... that was only Day 1. Honeymoon time.

We were at The Cliff at Snowbird. Yet another gracious gift by my parents. We got there at 4 am. Gross right? We walk up to the front desk.

Front Desk Man: Can I help you? (with a tone of confusion)
Me: Yes, we are here to check in. (with a big tone of excitement)
Front Desk his sassiest tone possible: Really, because I don't have anyone else left to check in tonight. Are you sure you are at the right place?
Me: Yes. Im sure. The papers are in the car.
Me: snotty rude 4am glare.
Matt: Calming pat on my back
FD Man: Well...

Idiot found out reservation. We found out that "The Cliff" is apparently a little classier than Super 8. Everyone else there was retired and not on their way to be poor students.

We unload our stuff... and Matt goes to give FD Man the key for the Valet parking guy in the morning (Classy huh). The entire time FD Man apologizes for not making us feel welcome and judging and blah blah blah.

The rest of the week was fabulous. We went on a Zipline and Alpine Slide (MAttski still has some bumps to prove it) and one of those crazy trampoline jumpy things (As uncomfortable as they look.)

We rode up a tram to like 11 000ft i think? At the top of a mountain. It was glorious. Mostly because I didn't have to walk up it :) There were gophers EVERYWHERE. But all the signs called them "potguts". Random. And really funny.

And then Matt rode a Mechanical Bull. Hilarious. I hooted and hollered the entire time.

Friday we went to grannies and met mom and dad and opened all the registry presents that had been ordered online. From here on out Christmas might be a bit of a let down. It was glorious.

Since then we have done a lot of unpacking. buying. setting up. planning.

MAtt started school Monday, and I started work. The days when we had nothing to do and could stay with each other all day long passed WAY too quick.

But real life with Matty is just as fun Honeymoon with Matty.

He is wayyy better than I am being married.

For instance..... yesterday I pull up to the house and there he is waiting for me outside! Heart melts. I blabber on about this as we go into the house. I turn the corner into the living room. There sits lover boy at the table with dinner all made an waiting. WOW., I get home early from work and think now is the time to shine and my wifely duties. We end up with too much pasta in a pot, a burnt cookie sheet, and apparently I fried up a decorative GORD to feed my new husband. 20 Points Matt.

Conclusion: The last week and a half has been the best week and a half I have had in the last 22.5 years. Also I love my HUSBAND. More everyday. And I am so happy he looks right over all my sillinesses. Like feeding him gords.