B-day love

So, what were you doing last Thursday evening? 

Were you listening to the musical stylings of Andy Grammer or Mat Kearney?  No? How about Train?  That's a no, too?  

Hmm, so what you're saying is, you didn't happen to be up in SLC at a concert that your super cool bf got you tickets for for your birthday? 

That's too bad because that's where I was. 

We managed to get the best place to stand, too, right in the path of the musicians when they jumped off stage and walked through the crowd.  So, I pretty much rubbed shoulders with semi-famous people, nbd. We also managed to rub shoulders with a lot of weirdies :/

Alas, I have zero pictures.  My brick of a phone doesn't work that quickly.  Maybe I'll be able to take better pics in a couple weeks when I get an upgrade...

I only have one picture from my bday and it is a doozy.  My wunderbar bf also planned a BBQ b/c he knows how much I LOVE grilled meat (and he's so good at grilling it, too).

Here is that picture, enjoy:

 

"How about this girl, eh, eh, eh?"

Hello and welcome to the Stacy Showcase.  

In this showcase will be presented materials proving why Ms. Stacy LeCheminant is the coolest person in the world.  That, my friends, is quite the title.  Will she live up to it?  You decide.

1.  Girl can juggle.  She kept this little tidbit a secret from me for the year and four months that we have lived together until last week when she started juggling oranges at our ward calling night like nbd.  

2.  She got me clothes for my birthday.  But the amazing part is that she got them offline and they fit me perfectly.  Not only that, but I look good, too b/c girl. has. got. style.  Seriously, she keeps me in fashion. Best mom ever.

3.  Speaking of being my mom, it's true, she is my mom when it comes to um, let's see, EVERYTHING.  She cuts up my food for me, she does my laundry, she makes me lunch.  JK she doesn't do that stuff but she reminds me to pay rent and then gives me a stamp so that I can.  

4.  She likes my cooking.  And she even buys food so that I can make it for us.  

5.  She sleeps on money.  Not a joke, her sheets have colorful dollar bills all over them.  

6.  SHE IS FUNNY.  I don't know how to stress this enough or how to explain it so that you all will understand. Sooooooooo, just take my word on it, mmkay? Mmkay.       

And now, the moment of truth.  Is Stacy cool?

Sorry, August

I guess I dropped the ball on that one.  I didn't blog during the whole month of August.  But if it makes you feel any better, I didn't go swimming either. 

Except that's not true.  I went at least twice. 

I feel like I have so much to tell, but really, it's nothing at all.

Guess what my calling is this semester.  Oh, what's that?  You guessed that I was called to be an Institute Teacher again? Nailed it.  I get to wear the mic again!!

In other news, we moved.  Now, some of you might already know to where and are rolling your eyes at my usage of the word 'moved' but I'll have you know, dragging all your stuff across the hall is harder that in sounds, thank you very much. 

However, Stacy and I accomplished it.  We also deep cleaned our entire apartment.  Those blinds have never looked so good. 

And now, a memory slide of all the good times in the apt:

 My first pic

We made a whole lotta food.

And crafts.

That floor saw a lot of our hair (and not just the stuff we intentionally cut off :/)

 We had Christmas parties,

and Birthday celebrations.

We rearranged the furniture a tad bit.

 We added useful household items,

and priceless art.

 We mostly just hung around,

and were classy.

It was a wonderful almost two years, apt 305.  Thanks for the super fun memories and the beautiful view.

Texts from my landlord

"I'm bringing new furniture."

Which means we get a bunch of 20-year-old stuff from our landlord's basement (because he is moving) and he pats himself on the back for being a good landlord by refurnishing our apartment (excuse me condo). 

Apparently his daughter didn't want to live here with brown carpet and green couches, go figure.

Though it did look like a jungle, I kind of liked it.  Except for the spring on the far right side of the big couch that sucked you in and then catapulted you back out when you sat down.  Or the wooden bar that ran the length of it and jabbed you straight in the lower back no matter how or where you sat.  Or the collection of hair trapped in them from decades of girl inhabitants.

Those couches have seen some better days. 

So we got some "new to you" couches that barely made it up the stairs (good thing Stacy and Lacey were there).  And got to rearrange the entire living room. 

 Before while reading the Ensign together

Sleeping...

 what is this? strong guys or something?

I was in charge of direction

 After

 lacking artwork--but not for long!

A two'fer

That's right readers, you get two posts in one!!! And you only had to look once!!!

The first shall be exactly what Stacy posted about (which, I SWEAR we don't plan--we just do all the same things, together).  It shall be titled:

Chalk Up My Nose

Here's what happened:  we went to the Festival of Colors down in Spanish Fork (even though last year I said I didn't ever need to go again due to the amount of chalk I inhaled) because I'm a sucker for a good time.  We wore painters' suits to combat the extensive clean up involved afterward.  

 before

 got myself a 'stache

 not clean anymore

 yes, please, hit me in the face again

 llama llama ding dong

 don't mind my freakish oopa loompa legs or demon face

 completely covered and DONE

Post numba two is:

FHE Wild and Crazy Style

We combined with another group and competed against them in a series of RIDICULOUS games.  

Some of them include:  unwrapping a present with oven mitts on, pulling every tissue out of a box with only one hand, blowing a bubble and then blowing it across the room without popping it, moving an Oreo from your forehead to your mouth using only your facial muscles, a scooter relay, and my person fav, balloon musical chairs.  

The only way to explain is a video (okay, it's not, but the video is so much funnier than any explanation I could give). 

(maybe) needless to say, I got out on this round b/c I didn't pop the balloon in time.

You know it's Spring in Utah when...

1.  It is sunny one day and then snowing the next.

2.  Everyone's weekend plans include going to The Festival of Colors.

3.  Everyone wears flip flops and shorts even if the forecast is cloudy because, "it's Spring!"

4.  Scooter riding is the number one thing on my mind (second only to wondering when all the snocone shacks will be opening up)

5.  EVERYONE goes jogging at least once.  We've got some serious fair weather runners around here.

6.  I need to start wearing deodorant again. I don't need to in the winter, so sue me.

7.  Summer bucket lists are being formulated; we've already got ours down.

8.  I am woken up every Saturday morning to "WELCOME TO THE BYU SOCCER/RUGBY GAME!!!!" announced by one of the most annoying voices I've ever heard combined with super loud music and sound effects. 

9.  There are little green blossoms on all the trees, just waiting to turn into leaves (and once they do, I won't be able to watch the soccer games from my living room window anymore).

10.  General Conference :)

Happy Spring!  Here's to hoping that it won't be the rainy mess it was last year. 

Pi Night

Who knows what significance March 14 has? 

I sure didn't know that it was a holiday for math nerds everywhere.  I found out that it is PI day and that most people celebrate Pi day with PIE. 

I am now converted to math and all its holidays.

We celebrated the splendid day of 3/14 with a plethora of pies.  They were all soooo good.  I LOVE PIE!!

Dear Courtney,

I have come up with a few reasons as to why you REALLY NEED to move to Utah. 

1.  I live here.

Don't you want to live with this?

2.  There are snocone shacks on pretty much every corner in the summer.

(snocones in picture are actual size)

3.  Allison lives here and can cut, color, and style you hair everyday.

just like this

4.  You get to do cool stuff like visit Indians and receive tickets from park rangers for camping illegally overnight in a national park.

  

5.  You can make really good food with me every night.  Like these:

 

And this is how:

Filling:

1 cup shredded cheddar cheese

4 bacon slices, cooked and crumbled

4 chicken breasts, cooked and shredded

1 clove of garlic, crushed or minced

1 tomato, chopped

1/2 cup mayo

1/4 cup ranch dressing

Mix all together, substitute whatever for whatever.  Wrap in crescent rolls, either individually or in a wreath.

So, for real real, you should move here ASAP.

Love,

your future roomie (again)

"And first you take the chicken!!"

By show of hands, who knows that I like to eat?  If you didn't raise your hand just now, know this:

I LOVE FOOD!!

I love it so much that when I saw that Macey's (not the national department store, the local grocery store here in Utah) offers cooking classes, I signed up immediately.

March's lineup is a good one with lots of St. Patrick's Day activities, delicious desserts, and ethnic foods such as Thai and RUSSIAN.

We went to our first class on Tuesday night, which was learning how to make "Grandma's Cream Cheese Pie" which was pretty much just cheesecake.

The teacher was a riot because he was SOOO nervous.  Apparently I'm "affirming" and nod a lot while making eye contact when I listen so he basically taught only me the entire time.  Seriously, the dude stared me down as he explained science stuff like why cardboard boxes insulate and why wood doesn't conduct heat, and what have you.
  
We learned that the teacher was actually a regular class member and had been wanting to teach this particular dish for a while.  Other regulars who attended were the three homeless people who sat in the row ahead of us.

Stacy:  "Serious question.  Is that person a man or a woman?"

It was a man.  With a bag of cigarette butts in his pocket.

It was a wonderful experience which, hopefully, will be repeated repeatedly.  I can't wait for borch night at the end of the month!

Why Stacy Should Rule the Universe:

drugs would be did all the time.

everyone would have help with their math homework.

cookie dough would be eaten and not baked.

everything would be said in a southern (or other) accent.

the main mode of transportation would be by scooter.

sno-cones would be the after school snack of everyone, including non-students.

nothing important would ever have to be remembered ever again, b/c she'd remind you of it.

everyone would have on the best makeup due to her renowned farding seminars.

everyone would all just be "rannin' around."

she would give free reign to her stuff.

no one would never go naked, she has enough t-shirts to cloth the world (but only if tie-dye is an option).

everybody's wedding announcements would be the classiest ever seen.

baseball would be watched pretty much all the time.

everyone would be just as white as she is.

phones would always be charged b/c she would let anyone borrow her charger.

she would laugh at all jokes (even when they're not funny).

nobody would go by their real name but instead by homegirl, sugar slice, and cookie-muffin.

everyone would have straight hair.

everyone would have a wingman (or winglady, if you will.  will you?).

good music would always be playing.

no computers would ever light on fire.

all communication would be via blog.

pesto chicken would be the ready meal for all ahungered. 

If Stacy were to rule the universe, it would be a very nice place.

Masterminding

What to do on a Saturday night when your BF is out of town?  Play Mastermind with your BFF, of course.

It was my first time playing, folks.  And my LAST.  Game CRAZY.

I felt like I was in the middle of a math test.  Serious mental block after every move.  The colors kept taunting me, "So you think you're right?  Got this in the bag, do you?"  And them BAM, wrong color, wrong placement, wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Apparently I have no deductive/logic skills.  But Stacy does.

 Got it in FOUR tries, take that Mastermind!!

Gloating over her elusive pattern choice.

At least I am fulfilling my goal of trying something new everyday.  Yesterday was "confuse your brain and make yourself feel like an idiot."  CHECK!

Parks and Recreational Activities

Hi and welcome to my President's Day weekend.  It has lots of pictures, with narration.  I promise you'll like it.  "And if you don't, you can punch me in the face."  Actual quote to Redbull (yes, the energy drink) from Cameron: tour guide extraordinaire AND

new manager for Devin SuperTramp, who makes super cool videos and is getting super famous for his giant rope swing video (which came out last week and Dillon helped film) and needs a manager for all the attention he is getting. 

ANYWAY, back to the story. 

Who:  Me, Dillon, Cameron, Allison, Alyne, and Mical.  Later characters:  Addison, Miles, and Nate.  Plus a Park Ranger. 

What:  Warm weather excursion

When:  President's Day Weekend

Where:  Toquerville, St. George, Zion Nat'l Park, and THE Grand Canyon

Why:  Because California was too far away and expensive.

Let the Pictures Commence!!

 

 Somehow I turned into a midget?

 ground level

 on our way up

 when i became a cave dweller

 random snowball fight with asians

 illegal wildlife interaction

 what we traversed

 traversing

 taking a break (matchy matchy Harry Potter shirts)

 at the top

 there's always time for Glamour Shots

 "i'm on the edge!"

Intermission (including church and a shower)

Transition to Grand Canyon:

  Entertaining ourselves b/c we were SQUISHED in the back (for real though, and it was bumpy like CRAZY so it was the Indiana Jones ride at Disney times 20)

 

 our great foil dinners, charred or black?

 

our view the next morning before the sunrise

 after sunrise

 Glamour Shots part deux

 "from this angle, it looks like you're making a very bad choice!"

 art?

 rollin up the tent (we were being written up by a park ranger for illegally camping overnight--whoops!)

battin' down the hatch

super tired out (can you spot me?)

Fun weekend abroad. 

BTW 

We're dating.