Festival of the Colors

So we went to the Hare Krishna Temple this weekend for some good old fashioned chalk throwing and witch burning. Yep that is what I said. It was lots of fun and very cultural at the same time. The only problem was the chalk down my throat making it almost impossible to breathe but that's to be expected I guess.

This is the temple. It is very pretty and set in the middle of nowhere (aka Spanish Fork) so there is lots of pretty farm land around.

The burning of the witch.

These are my girls Emma, Katelyn, Whittney and Genevie. Love them!

Notice how in the above pisture I have no green on my face and below I do. Well Shayla was kind enough to throw some chalked green grass at my face so as to get the desired effect. It was great.

One more thing...

So I have been obsessed, literally, with family history lately and so I am going to start a family history blog. Let me know if you want to help. I want to put up like fun census records that I find and post a family tree and stuff. If anyone want to help me out let me know, I'd love the help. I got as far back as the early 1700's in one branch of grandma Wolfes family so it has been really fun. Here is a fun preview... The last line of the first page is our great grandpa Wolfe and then it shows his family. We are descendants of Claude Wolfe who was 6 when the census was taken. FUN, FUN, FUN!! Also take special note of his occupation... It looks like it says "Groceries etc." to me.
(Double click to see the images in a larger size.)

We are the champions!!!

Finally, I can graduate and leave BYU. That's why I had to come back after my mission because I still had no shirt in my pocket. But Racquetball was my lucky sport. The championship was actually pretty close but there was no way I was letting this one slip away. So here are some pictures to prove it. I got the shirt. I love the shirt! Maybe I scared them away with the knarly stitches in my forehead... that'd scare me too.

So here is an update on my forehead. It actually looks pretty good, all things considered. I did lose some feeling in my forehead directly above the wound which makes for an interesting experience when I wash my face but hopefully most of it will come back with time.

The wound!

Well I think some of you have seen these pictures already but here they are just so you can frame them. I feel much better after a week and get the stitches out tonight after my championship racquetball match!!! Wahoo. I am finally getting a shirt, I mean we gotta win tonight but we already beat this couple once so I am pretty confident.
Anyway here are some pictures!
Below is my best friend Shayla and I after she washed my hair and bandaged me up. Luckily she was there when I split my head open. She says that she coudl see my skull and had to pull the wound closed. It is nice to have my personal nurse! I love her and I am so grateful for her! She is going to take my stitched out tonight too. :)


This picture below makes my cut look a lot longer then it is. It is about 2 3/4 inches long.

3 day weekend!

So I had a really fun weekend with some friends. We went up to Kamis and stayed in a friends cabin. There were snow angels galore...

hamburgers to be flipped....

only 1 casualty... see his arm?

and smiles to be had... Sorry this is a short post but it is mostly to get some pictures up but it was a very fun weekend!

I made it into the Police Beat

So the way that I found out how my bike was originally stolen was in the POLICE BEAT! Any ex-BYUers will know that the Police Beat is a bi-weekly column in the daily universe that talks about all the campus crimes. Anyway... it has always been an aspiration of mine, in a good way, to make it into the Police Beat. It is was like a dream come true. Here is the link and you can check it out yourself. http://newsnet.byu.edu/story.cfm/70291 It is the longest story under theft.
Go Police Beat!

The prodigal returns!

So last night I was walking to class, minding my own business. You all may remember that my bike got stolen over the summer because I was "coming right back" and didn't lock it. Well... someone else come right back and the next morning it was gone. Then I spent months walking to school, up hill both ways, in the rain, barefoot (just practicing mom). I finally bought a new bike in September, thinking that my bike had probably been dismantled and sold for parts on craigslist or something. Well... yesterday, as I was minding my own business, I see my stolen bike in the bike racks in between the SFH and the RB.
At this point I do a quadruple take and remember that the front reflector on my bike had been broken off... sure enough it was. As I prowl around it a few more times, I call the Provo police who transfer me to BYU PD who transfer me back to Provo who transfer me back to BYU. I felt like the mom on home alone who gets transfered back and forth like 50 times and all she wants is her son back! All I wanted was my bike back. She was like a son to me. It was a pain but finally BYU PD show up, verify that it was mine indeed. Then we sit around waiting for Provo police for an hour and a half! I was mad and even missed the first half of my soccer game! And then I ended up sendingmy good friends Joleen and Brittany to go get the bike from Provo PD when they FINALLY cut the lock so that I could play in my soccer game, which we won. All in all I had a great night and now I have 2 bikes!

This is my old bike which is now like new to me!
This was bike 2. Its really nice actually and so I can't bring myself to sell it. At least not now.

Now to the next 5 days of 2 tests, 2 papers, 1 presentation, 1 sacrament meeting talk and 1 sunday school lesson! Not to mention all the social activities in between. Needless to say I am a tiny bit stressed!