Pie Party

Pushing Daisies. Amazing. I know. As a last celebration before people start graduating and leaving, I had a Pushing Daisies Pie Party with some of my friends from London.

Annie and Natalie brought a pot pie as our entree.

Annie is moving back to Michigan to ponder the meaning of life and Natalie is going to D.C. for an internship.

Kelsey brought nothing.

We still love her. She is going to grad school at BYU.

Ashley brought ice cream to complement our dessert pie, plus a lovely box of chocolates.

Ashley is a workaholic who is applying for grad school.

I brought a chocolate creme pie.

....I'm the loser that's still an undergrad.

After watching a couple of episodes of Pushing Daisies, we sat and contemplated about whether or not these are really things we want to be doing with our lives.

We decided no. At the end of a couple of loopy (due to sleep deprivation) hours we have now determined our true futures.

We are going to buy an Astro van.

Park it down by Utah Lake.

Make sure to have our KitchenAid mixer and Easy Bake Oven.

Use them to bake cakes to sell to picnicking people.

Raise some chickens.

And decorate with sweet beads.

We're thinking we can get funding by making it into a reality TV show. Who wouldn't want to watch three graduates and a drop-out live in a van by a lake selling cakes?

I'll miss you ladies!

Mendon Mayhem

We spent last week and yesterday up in Mendon helping my sister with some serious yard work. Mr. Mitchell cut down some gnarly trees that were potentially dangerous to the house or were dead and nasty. He worked his tail off and the yard is starting to look so much better. With many, many runs into town, after chains flew off of saws and branches scraped windows, our work is complete and we can share some documentation of the event with you.
Family tug-of-war against the tree.

Even this little guy was kept busy pruning trees and hauling wood.

My handsome hubby, Mr. Mitchell.

Mr. Mitchell hauling up the chainsaw.

Mr. Mitchell cut through a piece of barbed wire...and he was not happy.

We had a burn pile (made strictly of branches and stumps, the trunks were cut into firewood) that never seemed to dwindle, although when this picture was taken it was at half the original size.

And Atticus was a good little pup.

There's a little snippet of our most recent days in Mendon. If I can ever figure out what happened to my 'post-a-video' option, I'll post those.

We Would Rather...

So, only about 5 more days of classes and then finals. We have lots of papers due and tests to prepare for. Do you really think we're doing it? Of course not. We would rather do, and are doing, the following:
Go on motorcycle rides
Play video games
Go window shopping
Watch movies
Read books
Talk on the phone
Lounge on the bed
Take bubble baths
and waste way too much time surfing the 'net.

Something that I recently discovered that has pretty much got me addicted is a blog featuring houses. I absolutely appreciate and admire architecture and interior design (although I am not even close to good with either one) and this website shows so many beautiful things that I can't make up my mind what my dream house is. I just wanted to share a few of my favorite recent discoveries on the blog.

Makeover

Elias Cottage

Southern Style

*sigh* Maybe someday, but for now, I need to get to work on my papers and studying.

Paulhatesblogs Turns One

It has officially been a year since the creation of this blog as an April Fool's joke for Paul. Yes, it has actually survived one whole year under the wrath of Mr. Mitchell. I feel like we should celebrate. Instead, I will just share some things about Mr. Mitchell, our blog-hater.

First: Mr. Mitchell's Lines. He has said some funny things this past month and so I've been writing them down. I wish I could have remembered all of them or that more of them would have been funny out of context; regardless, here is a small stash of some funny things he has said.
Mr. Mitchell: (Holding onto his stomach.) "My stummy... ... ... ..." (Looks around with a confused face.) "*sigh*"
Mrs. Mitchell: "Were you trying to tell me something about your stomach and/or tummy?"
Mr. Mitchell: "I think so. I don't know." (Wanders off into the bedroom.)

Mr. Mitchell: "I fight with dings."

Mr. Mitchell: (Talking to my dad on the phone.) "I'm calling because I have an announcement...not that kind of announcement!"

Mr. Mitchell: "I would be such a good wizard!"

Mr. Mitchell: "Awww...they're perfect for each other. They're both retarded!"

Mr. Mitchell: (Upon hearing a whiny engine after watching the Oscars.) "What is that sound? Oh! It must be the award-winning score from The Social Network."

Mr. Mitchell: "Cement roads are slipperier...slipper...more slippery."

Mr. Mitchell: "I have such strong abs. They're just hidden under my protective blubber."

Second: Pictures. There have been some goofy pictures of this guy fairly recently. Take a peek.

Third: My Thoughts On the Man. After all, he is my favorite person.
Mr. Mitchell is an amazingly hard worker. He goes to school full-time and works, on average, about 30 hours a week. Sometimes he will do things like work 18-hour days so that he can take care of our little family.
Mr. Mitchell loves to have fun and that makes me happy. I don't think I will ever be worried that my husband will be a boring man. Sometimes he's really weird, but it keeps me on my toes and definitely keeps me laughing.
I'm way happy Mr. Mitchell chose me to spend eternity with, whatever the reason may be, even if he hates his own blog.