Thursday, September 25, 2008

Model husband--revealed

Remember when I wrote about how Nic had a photo shoot for Celtic Bank? Neither did I, but then someone at church stopped Nic in the hall and said, "Hey, you're the guy in Utah Business magazine." So a trip to Barnes and Noble and five bucks later we got to see Nic and his brothers Cory and Justin as small business poster boys.

Here's a closeup what Celtic Bank's copywriter had to say about Stewart Specialty Services:

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Remodeling: Now and then

Sure, it has been a pain walking around on plywood for the past two weeks, but I figured out why tearing up my whole main floor didn't seem like a big deal. No amount of remodeling could ever compare to the house I grew up in Alpine. Check out a sampling of the complete gutting of our old 1900s home.

My mom looks understandably overwhelmed. She's probably wondering how my dad convinced her that this would be a good idea.

The really scary thing is that buying and remodeling an old house is still my dream. I blame my dad--somehow he's also convinced me that this would be great fun.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Nic hearts America

Nic's weekend turned out a lot better than he expected when I agreed that he could buy a 1967 Dodge Coronet 500. It may not look like much now, but according to Nic this is the Mopar he's always wanted.

Plus, it's hard to say no when I just bought a massive amount of tile and he's in the process of redoing our entire main floor. And just look how happy he is.

So now we have the Coronet:

And Mater: And the silver Jeep:
Not to mention Nic's other Jeep Wrangler, his Ford truck, and my Jeep Patriot.

I don't know how I let this happen. But I do know that if Nic ever tries to call me un-American again, I'll just start counting cars, because I'm pretty sure this is as "American" as I can get.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008


One of my favorite stores ever is Anthropologie, even though I don't usually purchase much there--unless I find it in the clearance corner at the back of the store. So ask me how excited I was when Nic showed up with a brand new fall jacket that he got from Anthropologie (not even on sale) for our anniversary. Pretty excited.

He made out pretty well himself though: He's now rocking out all day at work with his new iPod nano and special noise reducing headphones.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008


Thank goodness for all the help I had trying to plan a wedding. The problem wasn't that I was overwhelmed or whatever, it was that I just didn't care a whole lot about all the crazy details.

And so when we were driving back from Salt Lake to my mother-in-law's house and saw the mass of dark clouds, rain, and lightening that seemed to be centered right over where we were supposed to have our outdoor reception, that didn't really matter to me either.

This picture is of me and Nic right after we got married and the storm was blowing over our reception area. What you can't see is all the people running all over trying to move everything inside and decide what to do now that everything was getting soaked. And you know what? I didn't care. I was content to just sit on the love seat with Nic and laugh about how he was really my husband now.

Plus, it all worked out in the end. The rain stopped at 7 p.m., right when our reception was scheduled to start. (If only things had gone so smoothly the rest of that first year.) And after three years, I'm still most content when I've got Nic next to me. The end.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Paint bliss

To the casual observer, Raffia NA53 might not seem too far off from the previous color of my kitchen/living room area. (Nic just shook his head when he came home to me edging the whole main floor for the third time in a week.) But for me at least, this Ralph Lauren paint has changed my life--I really, really like it. It seems, for now at least, that my paint drama was worth it.

In fact, I'm so stoked by fresh new paint that I'm thinking of redoing the rest of the living room and up the stairs. Just don't tell Nic, he already thinks I'm nuts.

On my way home

I laughed at the "yard sall," and then when I drove past the "delievery" entrance, I had to document it.