A peaceful relaxing weekend? Depends on how you look at it...

It all started when Emma's parents bought us a mattress for our new apartment. Its a lovely little place, actually the basement of a house, but quite quaint. We've got a nice big yard with an outdoor fireplace, and a HUGE garden in the back with an antique tractor to run (reminds me of home)! So anyway, our first furnishings were the queen bed and a free rug, "a wedding gift to you from Rocky Mountain Furniture!;D" Emma is to live there for the next month, and I for the last two weeks before we are Wed.

After moving in Saturday morning, My roommate Zach and I headed out to help one of our ward members unstuck his truck from the bottom of a canyon. It was the result of not following spiritual promptings according to his talk the Sunday before last. Anyway we started at noon with about 20 strapping young men, pushing, grunting and shoving in the snow and mud as hard as they could and let me tell you, we pushed that thing forward at the screaming pace of exactly one foot per hour. To make an excruciatingly long story short, one broken come-along, a 9,000 pound winch and 6 hours later we had successfully given Alice (the truck) back her freedom at the mere expense of our backs and the feeling in our faces and digits.

Meanwhile, Emma was stoically continuing in her current role as preemptive breadwinner for us. Yay for bread! Love ya hon. ;)

Sunday we enjoyed a family fast, church, and breaking the family fast at Mom Hulet's house with hamburgers and baked potatoes which were G-E-W-D GEWD! Yus indeed. I also received a call from my landlord telling me he had been able to miraculously sell my contract in the middle of the semester after all and that I would need to move out the next day. While I would no longer have to pay an extra $275 until the end of the semester, I was now homeless. Hooray? I negotiated my way into an empty room in my current house for just another month, keeping me from taking over Emma's old room in the Sunshine House.

As the evening started wrapping up we began loading Emma's car with gifts from the bridal shower to unload at our apartment. Now you would think I would've learned what not to do to prevent getting stuck anywhere after my experience Saturday, but being the manly man I am, It takes more than an experience like that to learn me anything. I was certain that I could escape the untouched snow NEXT to the driveway when I drove twenty feet into it. Why not park in the driveway? I blame Emma for turning my brain to mush whenever I'm around her.

After killing the car trying to unstuck it, waiting for it to unflood after trying to restart it, some failed watercolor experiments ("It's wetter than a dog... that's wet!"), and some more pushing and grunting (and LOTS of praying) we were headed back to Cedar a bit later than originally anticipated, and EXTREMELY tired.

Monday consisted of early work for both of us (I finally got a job cleaning at the college) me frantically emptying my room, and Emma frantically finishing homework. We decided to make ourselves sick at the end of the day by halfing a large five-buck Pizza and some Raspberry Lemonade. Mmmmm.

Life sure has its ups and downs, doesn't it?