THIS IS HALLOWEEN

Ta-da! Aren't our costumes great? We really can't take all the credit; we had so much outside help, that really our only contribution is how dashingly good looking our faces are. It all started when my cousin, Nikki, said she was going as the Morton Salt girl and her husband was going as the Cracker Jack boy. Seeing how we were going to the same party, we decided to be a group costume and spent the whole evening trying to come up with the best family product food icons that we could emulate. They really turned out better than we imagined and were a hit everywhere we went.

TWO

Tomorrow is Halloween… Oh! You forgot? Well then, it's a good thing you read this blog daily and I reminded you. Goodness, what a tragic catastrophe I saved you from by reminding you of this annual occurrence of dressing up as abnormally as possible. Speaking of dressing up, Tyler's mom was a doll and whipped up two key pieces for my outfit tomorrow (speaking of two: I lost two pounds today, YEET!). One day I will own a sewing machine and master the techniques of her ninja-like Halloween sewing skills. Until that day, I will commission all my sewing needs to be done by broadcasting pleas through the interwebs. Another special 'thank-you' goes out to my little sister for curling my hair tonight (I'm also lack in the hair curling department along with my inability to sew lovely things).

BECOMING UNHINGED

This is the front and side view of the battery in my MacBook Pro… it's one hundred years old in Apple years. Many moons ago the battery life in my computer went caput, as in it would die instantly if it were ever unplugged. Not a terrible problem; definitely a first-world one at that. For my birthday that year my father got me a brand spankin' new battery, one filled with computer juices to the brim. I could use it unplugged for hours on end. Then one day it began to bulge up into my trackpad making it quite difficult to accomplish much. That battery was retired and then it was back to being tethered to the wall with the old battery. Now-a-days it looks like this; I'm just glad that it is bulging out instead of in. Long story short, I think it's time for a new Apple member to be added to Lynchland numero dos.

CARVIN'

Today, nursery went really well, and I mean REALLY well—nonetheless we still were pooped from our late night at the Picketts'. Later today we carved these awesome pumpkins with Tyler's family (can you tell whose is whose?), but much of the day was spent in bed remedying our out-of-whack sleep schedules. The rest of the night (into the early morn) was spent making some paper flowers for an upcoming photo shoot at work—my husband is the best!

MANTI SESSION

Last night we ended up staying up until 3 AM talking, laughing and watching odd-ending movies on Netflix (Mirror, Mirror). We slept way in, ate breakfast and then set out for the Manti Temple. We arrived late in the afternoon to eat in the cafeteria and attend an early evening live session. This temple is absolutely amazing; I love all the details in the pioneer temples. We hope to make it to all the LDS temples in Utah with the Picketts; two down, twelve to go (and two more after that once the Provo Tabernacle one is done as well as the one in Payson).

MASQUERADE

For the past three years (including this year) there has been a charity masquerade thrown in Lindon. The first year I went with my best friend, Sydney, last year I went with my fiancé and the Picketts and this year I went as a married woman with the love of my life and the Picketts. We must be getting old; the DJ didn't play anything worth dancing to and we ended up ditching out before the final song. (It was so dark that the flash and the focus made for some silly faces).

MR. & MRS. IAN ALVEY

This is my dear friend Ian Alvey from high school, middle school and elementary school (one year younger). It just so happens that he got married last week to this pretty little lady and we went to congratulate them tonight. Funny story as to why I said they wed last week and they are in their attire tonight: last Friday night I must have read the dates wrong because I had spent the evening getting ready and waiting for Tyler to get home from work so that we might attend their reception. Later, I asked Tyler to read their announcement to me as I wrote them a card (I like to stamp date the back of the card with their anniversary). He laughed and turned to me to say that they had gotten married on the 19th in the Idaho Falls Temple and the reception was that night in Idaho and the open house was tonight, the 25th, in Holladay.