Not to toot my own horn...

But I made an at-home, Pizza Factory wannabe, HEALTHY, delicious pizza at home. I am really into taking restaurant favorites and trying to make them more healthy. I found a really good recipe for healthy and quick whole wheat dough, and then I made low fat pesto sauce (I substituted the oil with lemon juice and tomatoes). I must say, I did good.
I would post the recipe, but I don't actually remember the exact measurements and things I used. It was trial and error, but there was no error :)

This is Halloween...

Halloween this year was our first Halloween dressing up as a couple. You can tell how much your husband loves you by how willing he is to match with you. I'm sure our love will grow deeper as the years go on, and I will be able to get Dylan in green tights as Peter Pan one year. This year I had to settle for jeans, a t-shirt, and a fake mustache. I will take what I can get since we WON "Coolest Costume" in our ward costume contest. (It may or may not have had to do with our friends being the judges.)


We also won "HOTTEST CHILI" in the chili cook-off. It's only appropriate since we are from New Mexico and brag about how we have the best green chile (with an e, different from chili the stew type food).



My husband must be in love with me. Not only did he dress up with me, he also took me to the girliest show ever on Halloween Night. Thriller, a very over rated dance performance, was a fun way to spend our night since we don't have any kids and live in a place where we get no trick-or-treaters. The best part of the night was the girl sitting in front of us yelling, "Go Zombies".

For Your Viewing Pleasure.

You think mini ponies are cute, sweet, anglic little creatures? Kind of like this?
Well, you are wrong. They eat jackets....
And they go to town when they have itchy bums.

Animal House

Halloween is the best; lots of candy, lots of cheer, and lots of girls thinking it is ok to dress scandalous for the day. It is only one day though, so let them have their fun. If I had a better bod, you would see me wearing a sexy nurse or cop outfit. Last weekend, Dylan and I went to Staheli's Farm with some of our friends to go to the SCARIEST EVER HAUNTED CORN MAZE. It was so scary.... well actually it wasn't that scary. The scary part was the price tag of $10. For a working girl, that is some hard earned money, so handing over my $20 was quite painful. I must admit, it was worth it, and I am not talking about the haunted house part.






The little boy in the back of Keric and Maggie was the "know it all" of the Old McDonald's Farm. He knew every fact about horses, mini horses, sheep, goats, cows, and probably polygomy too. This little sweetheart let us in the pig pen, literally. We had so much fun playing with the animals, and even more fun washing our hands afterward and thanking Heavenly Father that we didn't have to kill our pets for food.

There are so many funny things to say about these pictures, but you just had to be there.
Thanks Seegmillers and Calders for a fun night!

My heart is in Provo....

I used to say, "My heart is in Guatemala". But now, my heart is sitting next to me watching TV. Dylan is the love of my life, and I love every minute we spend together. Life is great, but sometimes you just need your girlfriends. Last weekend, we went to Provo, and I enjoyed me some good old fashion GIRL TIME. Dylan had a mission reunion and was with his mission buddies for the majority of the weekend. We stayed with R Sharp, and I had the best time ever. I forgot how much I missed my friends. I can't even explain it, but there is something wonderful about having dinner over girl talk, laughing til your belly hurts, and playing the wii while eating a milkshake (even if you are supposed to be on a diet.) All these things make up the best times I've shared with the best friends a girl could ask for. My BFF's are as follows (if you aren't pictured, you are still so dear to me, I just missed you while I was in Cougar Country)

Those these pictures are small, these girls hold a special place in my heart (Natty was there too, she just doesn't have a facebook for me to stalk pictures down).

Safety First

Last week I came home from work to find this note written largely in dry erase marker on my bathroom mirror:

Jessy,
As a general concern for your safety and mine,
I insist upon you turning off all electrical
appliances before
you leave the house.
Lovingly,
Dylan
Your Husband and Friend

I guess I will have to start turning off my straightening iron. Well, at least I will try.

15 minutes South of St. George, Exit 22

Welcome to Siver Reef.... the closest ghost town. Let me rephrase that, ghost town in which there are people building new houses, therefore not being a ghost town anymore.
Dylan and I are trying to make the most of St. George while we are here, so on the weekends we like to do fun things such as explore. We found this cute little ghost town online, filled with pictures of old mine shafts, houses, a cute little church, and a creepy cemetary. We were so excited to explore, and when we got there what did we find?
That's right, a new housing development. What a load of crap. The museum was abandoned, but don't worry we got it unlocked and looked around inside anyways.




Falling down a mine shaft. Don't worry, we made it out alive.
Dylan is so brave. He went down before me to make sure there were no bandits or cowboys to harass me. What a great husband.

Baby Steps

Not to justify myself, but tonight I made a BIG improvement. Usually, Tuesday is Biggest Loser Night. Translation= I sit on the couch in my scrubs, eat dinner and dessert while in the same position, and do not work out...that's right ironic since I am watching people work their little butts off. I am obsessed with this show, and I can't miss a minute of it, so somehow working out and taking care of myself don't seem to fit in between the time I get home from work and the time this epic show starts. But tonight, I worked out BEFORE the show, and I even ate a sugar free healthy choice bar for desert:)

Marth Stewart would not be proud.

Since starting college, I have looked at myself as being very independent in the kitchen. I was the go-to girl for domestic things. I guided my BFF neighbors on nutrition and calorie counting, made Rachel Rays 30 minute meals look inconvenient with my 20 minute masterpieces made for one, and even taught a dear sweet roomate how to boil water (love ya Katie). I have not lost my touch since being married, I am more domestic than ever before. The meals I have created have quite suprised myself even. There are still no excuses for last week. My kitchen was a war zone for me. The first disaster was over a dish full of MINT BROWNIES. For any one who has made these delectable delights you will know the time it takes to make them. First you bake the brownies, then cool in the fridge. Then you make the icing, then cool in the fridge again. Then you make the chocolate icing, then cool AGAIN in the fridge. It is quite the process, and I was on the second again in the fridge when I opened the door to this:

Yes, brownies on my floor, brow brownies on the floor.
I was devastated, Dylan was devastated. We were going to dinner at a friends house, and all we had left to take was chips and dip, pathetic.

My next mishap was only a few days later. It was Wednesday, my early day from work, my happy day. I was opening a harmless can of chicken, a food most "fake vegetarians I don't eat red meat" will even eat, when I saw red blood which I knew was not from the can o' bird. I sliced my knuckle on a can of chicken, and had to return back to work to get stitches.




My life is falling apart, well atleast my casserole dishes and flesh are.

Marriage is about.....

Compromise. Like when I agree to write Dylan's Communications Essay so we can go to Cafe Rio this weekend. Sounds like a good deal to me :)