Thursday, January 21, 2010

sleepwalker, sleeptalker

I have always been known in my family as a sleepwalker and sleeptalker. I dont know if those are one word or two words, but I like them as one so Ill leave them as one. In my old house in Sandy I grew up in, it was a common occurrence for me to sleepwalk. My favorite time I slightly remember:
I was having a dream that I was playing an intense game of soccer and had gotten badly scraped up. So I went to go find some band-aids. I remember finding them in my dream and pouring them out to grab some but then they disappeared. I searched for them for, it felt like, forever but gave up frustrated. I don't remember how the dream ended, but when I got up in the morning to go to the bathroom, there were band-aids EVERYWHERE! I was so confused and I think I got mad at my baby brother for making such a mess in my bathroom. It took me a day to remember my dream and remember that I had made that mess. Im sure I didn't apologize to my brother after this realization...
There are other good stories: me going into my parents closet in the middle of the night in search of my blanket, and snuggling up to a pair of my dads church shoes in their bed.
Another was me going into our front family room, sitting in a chair and just looking at the huge window into the night. My sisters friends were over late that night and her friend Carson walked in and got freaked out because he didn't know who I was since it was dark. Once he realized it was me, he was nice enough to carry me up to my bed.
I haven't had a recent sleepwalking story since we have been married. But I guess I sleeptalk a lot. I have been known many times to turn over to kevin when he is still up reading or trying to go to bed and just smile at him and say "I like you," and go right back to bed. Im pretty sure at the beginning of all this kevin got freaked out. I would have. But he has gotten brave lately and has started to talk back to me and see what I have to say. Usually I just say nonsense back, and when he persists, I get grumpy and mad and go back to bed. Last night I guess I said " She puts so much butter on it." I cant really relate that to my dream last night but I must like cooking even in my sleep.

Friday, January 15, 2010

were famous

...that is if you read Utah Bride and Groom Magazine. One of our wedding pictures was published in the last issue!! Thanks to our awesome photographer Jason McGrew. Now, the picture that was published was definitely not one of my favorites, we had so many better ones! But Im just excited Im in a magazine. Kevin might be used to this but this is a once in a lifetime thing for me. I dont have any pictures from our wedding on this computer (I have been having to use kevins because my hard drive died... and is still really dead) so ill download them later and share the picture with you - that is if I decide I like it enough...

Wedding Day Toast

My parents made this yummy french toast for me the morning of my wedding day, hence the name. It is soo good. The coconut syrup is really what makes it; so if your not a fan of french toast, try it on pancakes or waffles. Since me and kevin don't particularly like breakfast foods or actually I just don't like making breakfast, we ate this for dinner.

2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1/8 t. salt
1 t. vanilla
3 T. flour
6 or so slices of thick french bread

Coconut Syrup
7 T. butter
3-4 cups buttermilk
1 cup sugar
1/2 t. baking soda
1 t. coconut extract

Place the butter, buttermilk, and sugar in sauce pot on medium until the sugar dissolves. Boil 1 minute. Remove from heat and add soda and coconut extract. Stir until fizz is gone.

Beat eggs, then add remaining ingredients. Dip both sides of bread in batter.

Don't mind that the syrup is pretty much pure butter and sugar. Thats what makes it so good. Don't skimp! You might have to throw the remaining syrup away so you aren't constantly dipping your fingers in it after eating (like me).

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Some Honeymoon Pictures

I had forgotten about these pictures from our honeymoon since they were on my camera, and since it died a day into the trip, I had assumed there were no good pictures on it. But I like these pictures because they show the awesome place we stayed at. We went to Playa del Carmen, Mexico and stayed at the Shrangri-La Caribe (It is actually now named Mahekal Beach Resort). Everything about it was great. Breakfast and dinner were included, and all the food was amazing. Every night was a different theme, they had Mexican (one of the best), Italian (was the only not-so-good night, we both aren't fans of italian food), and then the other nights we got to choose from a menu. One night they had duck and I will never forget how good that duck was... I would go back just for that one meal. For breakfast they had all sorts of stuff. Kevin had refried beans, scrambled eggs, and the freshest mango we both had ever tasted, every morning. I think he would go back just for the breakfasts. They had cantaloupe and watermelon juice that was oh so tasty.

Ok, enough about the food. This first picture is one of my favorites because it was the first picture we took on our honeymoon and it has such a funny story behind it. When we left on this trip we had decided we wanted to be as cheap as possible. It was a game for us. So when we flew into Cancun, we took a cheap bus to the heart of Playa del Carmen, for I think $12 each. Once we got there we had no idea where the hotel was, we assumed it was pretty close so we started bargaining with the taxi drivers. Since kev went to Ecuador on his mission, he speaks excellent spanish and was excited to use it. He had such a fun time with this. He would sit there and chit chat with these taxi drivers, they would be laughing and five or so minutes later the conversation would end and I would always have to ask "What did you guys just talk about that was so funny?" Kevin would forget every time that I understood no spanish and would just hang out and look around while they talked. Well, all these taxi drivers wanted $5. Woah no, that was too much for us! So we went over to these bicycle taxi and asked him if he would take us for $3. He agreed. But Im sure once he saw that we had 2 big suitcases with us he started to regret it. We hopped on and put our suitcases in the back. We thought it would only be a block or so... it ended up being a 15-20 minute ride. Our taxi pedalists had the hardest time pushing us! He was huffing and puffing the whole way. Kevin was encouraging him in spanish while at the same time laughing. But he didn't give up, he was determined to receive his $3. Tourists were cruising by us just walking. So this picture was taken during that adventure and we told the driver to smile but he was too tired and too concentrated.
Here was our sweet room! When we arrived, we told the front desk guy if we could upgrade to a nicer room since it was our honeymoon, so he upgraded us to a better location and a top room. We loved hanging out in that hammock after dinner.
I dont know how to rotate these pictures, but here was our room and bed. Our room was very simple but I loved it. No T.V., no radio, an open shower with mexican tile, and windows that had no glass just those wooden shutters if you wanted to close them. It was very romantic!
This was the view from our room.
Here we are hanging out at our beach the night we got there.
Im not sure if this was our bungalow, but these are what they looked like! They were rad.
Kevin putting on some sun screen.
Pretty walkway
Hanging out at the bar. Sadly, we only got drinks once.

Since this trip was going to be cheap, we had to find a cheap way to get to and from our hotel and go to Tulum and the little beach town Akumal. We took a one way bus to Tulum that was around $12 each. It was a pretty long bus ride. Taxis would have been faster, but way more expensive. When we went back to the bus station, Kev talked to the lady and asked her the cheapest way to go to Akumal. Once he spoke spanish to her, she was instantly nicer and told him about a bus that stops and picks up people on the freeway. Im forgetting the name of it... So we waited by the side of the road and sure enough this little bus comes and picks us up. Kevin asked the driver if he could take us to Akumal and we were on our way. It was then that we found out this was the bus for all the locals. We were the only white people. He dropped us off the side of the freeway by Akumal and I think it only cost us 35 cents each. We just had to walk down this street to get to the beach since the freeway is right along the ocean. We had brought our snorkel gear in backpacks, and snorkeled the rest of the day away. It was pretty cloudy here but we did get to see and swim around with some sea turtles.
Around 5 or 6 we walked back out to the freeway and waited for the bus. Well now it was rush hour, so we squished into a bus or two later and had the nice company of all the commuting mexican workers going home. Again, we were the only white people, and we couldn't even sit next to each-other the whole way home, which was about a 1-2 hour adventure. But heck, it was under $1 each to get back home. It was worth it.
All this reminiscing makes me want to go back so bad.
We will be back someday Shangri-La!