Hungry Hungry Hippo.

I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land. --Jon Stewart

Yes, Ladies and Gents, it's that time of year again. Time to stuff our faces full of turkey. I for one enjoy Christmas food about a million times more, but whatever. What I like isn't important.

What's important is that all of you have a splendid Turkey Day. I shall be in Midway/Park City for the festivities celebrating with the good ole Wilde Fam. Being my first year of marriage and all, I should probably be cooking a nice Thanksgiving meal for my husband. However, I thought about it for almost 2 seconds and decided Nah. Too much work.

So high fives to all of you who are actually cooking. I plan to eat. And then sleep. And then wake up and eat.

And that pretty much covers it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hate Mail.

Dear Cold sore.

This morning I woke up to a lip full of tingle. Having been a victim of such feelings before, I knew how the day would proceed. Your infestation has not spread as of yet. For now the little devil is lodged right between the peak of my upper lip. If you have ever seen Fun with Dick and Jane, I too resemble a case of botox gone wrong. People at work approach me, and then stare at the ground as they say good morning. I don't know if they think that is more polite. I'd rather them just acknowledge the satanic growth and go about their day. I tried to cover you up with my Maybelline lip polish, shade of "Nude Flash," however it failed and now resembles a glittery ball of embarrassment. The worst part is, I know you will only grow throughout the day as you suck the life out of my face. Jumping from lip to lip until I am a living, walking herpe. My hope with this letter is that you will find a way to go back into hiding. I will give you 3 days to do so, otherwise I am going to use all of Blake's life savings to get my lips lasered at the dentist. Which will be the end of you. Choose Wisely.

Your host, Emily Wilde

Happens to the Best of Us.

Happy Friday friends! Hope you all have a great weekend!

This Just In.

I am exactly 2 nutrition tests, and 3 math tests away from this semester being over. If you add these tests together and then divide by 2 that equals 2.5. I don't know how I remembered that from chapter one but I did.

If I keep this up these finals are going to be a breeeeeze.

Ringless.

Yesterday Blake took my wedding ring and bands in to be soldered. Therefore today I am wearing my CTR Ring, backwards. It's amazing how quickly that ring you're given becomes like an extra limb. You feel like you can't do anything without it. Like work. It will be back Monday... going to be a looong 3 days of not working. Or cleaning.

It just wouldn't be right.

The Results.

Well my husband made it back in one piece after a wonderful day of fishing on Saturday. He said his biggest fish was 22 inches and 2.5 lbs. I guess that is big, I really wouldn't know due to my lack of fish knowledge. However, there are 3 things that I learned about fishing following Blake's trip.

1st thing: It doesn't matter how many times your husband washes his hands, they will continue to smell like fish for the remainder of the weekend. And he will insist on rubbing his fingers across your top lip as much as possible.

2nd thing: A Rapala is not a famous African-American drag queen. It's a lure. Full of fish-catching trickery.

3rd thing: You don't necessarily need fishing line in your pole to have a good time. Blake used to work at an Assistance home for handicapped adults. He would conveniently take one of the autistic guys fishing everyday. Blake would fish ALL DAY LONG, and let his little friend fish too. However, Blake would fail to put fishing line in this gentleman's pole. The guy would cast out his line, real it in, over and over again. "Got any fish yet?" Blake would ask.

I'll never look at my husband quite the same.

Fish Stories...

Once again another weekend is here, crazy how fast the weeks and months are going by this year! Not much planned this weekend for me, however my husband has a fishing extravaganza planned with his buddy Adam tomorrow (Adam is Blake's lab partner aka partner in crime at school). I have only met Adam once but it is already very clear that whenever Blake is near this individual, he is more prone to getting into trouble. =) Good thing it's no trouble that is too serious. Mostly just picking on the fat kids at school, I tell him to stop. He doesnt listen. So tomorrow morning I will send my husband off with a sandwich and a dew, and I.... will go on a shopping spree. =)

Isn't that how it works?

Pretty sure I read it in the latest Marriage Handbook.

Happy Friday!

Buffalo Betty.

That's my new name. If I were to ever be the hot girl on jeopardy, which is very possible, that would be it. On Saturday we had the pleasure of going to Cowboy Poetry in Heber with all of Blake's family. This is a huge event every year with tons of great poetry, music, and various auctions. Yes, I put the word "auctions" in Italics for a reason. Perhaps because, I despise them. Here's the story.

We were filing into our seats in the auditorium, a little early just to be nice. There were going to be a few poems read, some nice musical numbers, and the finale would be the Bar J Wranglers. Unfortunately, we couldn't fast forward to all these good parts that I just mentioned. We had to do an auction first. As Blake and I are getting ready to sit down, literally half way bent over, cheeks almost touching the seat, an old man with a long gray ponytail interrups us. We straighten back up, and I tower over this short fellow. He then asks Blake "Is this your sister?" We look at each other and laugh. "Uh no, this is my wife." "Well can I borrow her, how much does she cost?" the man replies. I wait to hear my husbands response to that. "She is priceless to buy, but you could borrow her for a fee." That was the end of me. After more chit chat about how tall I am and how i like my meat cooked, I am beginning to think this gentleman needs nothing and is about to go about his way, not so. "No really, we need you to be our Vanna White for the auction." He grabs my hand and before I know it I'm in front of the entire crowd and the announcer is yelling "Everyone say hello to.... ("What's your name?" he says to me) Say hellllooo to Emilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

I am white as a ghost. The entire row of Wildes is laughing and pointing.

I pinch myself to see if this is a nightmare, praying it is. But before you can say Sasquatch I have buffalo bags, giant Elk Horns, and various beaver necklaces thrown into my hands and am running up and down the aisles "displaying" them as the announcer talks his auctioneer jibberish. I swear to you that auction lasted hours. By the time I was done I was sweating and covered in buffalo hair. I hope next year they pick Blake to be Vanna. Buffalo Betty has served her term.

Oh the joys of Weekend-hood.

Here is what I shall be doing tonight. A little chicken soup for the bowel, or soul, either one. And a movie night in with the recent new release "Get Smart." Anything with Steve Carrell must be divine, and anything involving chicken, and noodles, must be also. Jen, Matt, Ty and Tonya shall be joining us at the Wilde home, also known as the "Den of Iniquity." True story, my husband has a large piece of pine with those exact words carved into them. He tried to convince me that it was a perfect focal point for our bedroom, that should be hung just above the bed. If you have ever been to my home, you know who won that argument. It is now positioned under the bed, next to the antlers and various animal teeth that also did not make the cut. Anyways, i somehow just found myself very off the subject. So here is to our Noodle and a Movie partaaaaaay. Wish you all a superb weekend filled with love.
And good food.

Cuz if you know my family, that's just what life is all about.

Happy Friday!

Emo for a Day.

This year my sister Jenny threw a couple's Halloween party for all of our friends at my parent's house. We had a great time! Here are some pictures for your enjoyment. I think this was a good look for Blake and I, we are contemplating whether or not to keep it.

Here is Stinky! He was a bat woo!

My Mom and Dad were tattooed up Harley folk. I didn't get my mom in a pic though! Crap.

Here is our dear prego Tonya! She was a flapper and her husband was Chuck Lidell. Grape smuggler shorts and all. haha (Again, didn't get a pic of him either. I was terrible with my camera that night!)

My husband's full ensemble. Love the boxers.

Matt's a genie in a bottle beh beh. And Mitch was also a Harley rider.

Woo woo!

I love this picture, I dont know how i did it. But Jax looks like a ghost. Sooo cute!

I didnt get the best costume of all... Jenny's! She was a rodeo queen, I'm going to do my best to find a pic and I'll post it later.)

Hope everyone had a great Halloween!

Family Outing.

This lovely weather has brought to mind the lovely past times of the Winter Season. My Aunt Natalie has been scanning old family pictures lately, and it has made me wish to do the same. Nothing like bringing back some good old memories. So for your enjoyment, and my sweet pleasure, here are some pictures of the past. Can't wait to board this winter! Or Ski, for all you pansies.

This was Jaxson's first trip down the mountain. He was sick that day, so we figured the safest bet was to send him down naked-like. Less to clean up throughout the day = more runs down before 4:00pm. Just don't ski behind him.

Who could this be? Yes that's correct, like mother like daughter. It was Jen and my Mom's first time snowboarding, they were quite the spectacle. Jenny is mad that my mom got the red bikini, my mom doesn't care. She is too busy posing. Or smelling her armpits. We aren't sure.
Matt is a wonderful boarder who is to the point that he is able to wear 70's swim shorts and an ugly navajo shirt while on the mountain. He also sports a manly beard, because he can. I dont think I have to explain who this might be. But I will. It's my dear old Dad. Always a lover of spandex, my dad has found that skiing without a shirt is quite a rush. And the mooseknuckle formed through this leopard ensemble assists with balance. I'm just relaying what he said.

And here we have my dear brother and sister in law, Mandy and Jared. Mandy is wearing an exquisite neon jumpsuit made from Italian silk. When asked where she bought it, she replied "None of your business." Aaaaaalrighty then. As for Jared, he is sporting a green dickie, under a green sweatshirt lined with faux-black bear fur and organic hemp pants. "I love Peta!" Jared yells, all the way down the mountain.

And here is yours truly. Blake and I have opted for helmets this year as we are very daring on every run. I have not gained weight, it's the "layered look." As our helmets simply state, yes we are fly. Very Fly.

So there you have it, I wish all of you a fabulous Winter season.

And remember... skiing and spandex don't mix. Unless it's leopard. And you're intoxicated.

Let the Fun Begin.

Nevermind, I'm not ready for this.

We made it!

Sunday was our 6 month anniversary, can you believe it! Crazy how time flies. So far neither of us have slept on the couch, thrown large objects at each other, or threatened to put the other one up for sale. Yay for us! It's crazy how it feels like you just had your wedding, yet you can't remember life without your husband. Married life has been perfect so far, I couldn't have asked for a better man. Let's hope we keep it up for the next 6 months.

Or at least until the showing of Twilight on November 21st. I already bought tickets for us and I dont want to waste the money. Hello.

I love you Blake!