More Scooter Adventures

Well here is the good ol' scoot scoot. Once again the faithful little thing got us part way up the canyon, until we found a fun turn off to take a little nature walk.

It was freezing, so I made sure to bundle up, not matter how goofy I may have looked. All I know, is that I was toasty warm even when we were doing 40 miles an hour against the wind.

The walk proved to be beautiful. The Logan area is full of beautiful sites, and trails.

Artistic Abilities

Happy Halloween time! Carving pumpkins with T.J. and Mikall was a blast. Too bad it turns out that my pumpkin carving abilities will always fall into the plain, simple and classic category. And Zac will ALWAYS go above and beyond in everything artistic. That's why I love him!

Ice Skating

We went Ice Skating at a local rink in Logan. We had tons of fun, it was only my second time going and it was much better when I had a lovely husband to try and teach me to skate backwards. Still not so good at it, but better.

The Wonderful Times Before There Was School

We love the scooter! We have used it just as much as we possibly could before it got too cold. We took a little drive up the canyon and it was freezing, but we stopped at the second dam and took a little looksy! Todd was with us, it was a good time, then the boys played a little frisbee on the quad at USU. Good times. Here are some pics. Enjoy!

Harvesting in the Parking Lot

Wow! It has been so long since I've done this and everyone is so mad. I am so very sorry. Well there are tons of things to talk about, so I guess I'll just keep posting till I get bored.
So just a little while after I stopped blogging, Zac and I were going to Best Buy to look around and whatever else we felt inclined to do. As we pull into the parking lot we see a whole family of Hispanic descent picking crab apples from the little trees that have been planted to make the parking lot look appealing. Crab apples are little and do not in any way taste good. The church that I grew up next to had crab apple trees and we used to climb them and pretend the bitter fruit was good, when in reality it was disgusting. Mostly the only thing crab apples were good for was to throw at eachother. They were hard as rocks and hurt like heck when they hit your skin. We are in no way raceist, (not even sure how to spell it) to be completely honest I would have laughed and still blogged about the story if the people were white, black, or even blue. (Although, if they were blue that might actually lead to a bigger and better blog topic.)