Wedding Pics...Finally!

I spent about 4 hours yesterday sorting through our pictures, trying to find ones to include in the slideshow. After selecting about 85 (from over 1500), I was totally disappointed to see that not all of the pics uploaded. And even worse, some of the pics in the slideshow aren't the ones that I wanted; but quite honestly, I don't care at this point. I am so sick of looking at wedding pictures right now, so what you see is what you get. Also, I have included some of my favorites on the right column, under the blog link list. At some point, I'll fix the slideshow; but until then...ENJOY!

Drug Bust at the Helmantoler House

Just when I thought life was settling down, we have neighbors move in that not only create lots of drama, but a little bit of entertainment, as well. Just so you know, this post will probably be fairly long, but it'll be totally worth it because it is a fabulous story!

Disclaimer: Chris and I live in a duplex that has two apartments--an upstairs and a downstairs. We live upstairs and another couple with their baby moved into the basement about 4 weeks ago. Even though the apartments are completely separate, we still share the same walls. Unfortunately, we hear and know a little more about our neighbors than we would like to :)

Last Friday, Chris and I took our nephew Stallone to a Utah Flash basketball game at the McKay Events Center. For added spectator enjoyment, we invited a bunch of our friends (Jason & Sasha, Shawn & Erica, Jeff & Leslie, Tom & Danni, Sean) to go with us. After a boring first half, the Flash came back within a few points, but still lost the game. Afterwards, we all headed back to our house for treats.

The second we walked in the door, we were hit with an awful, rank smell! Every one of us noticed the smell and the sheer potency of it. Without much hesitation, it was decided that the smell was marijuana (this would normally be a surprise to most people, but because of what Chris and I have heard over the last couple of weeks, we weren't too shocked). This fact alone gave most of the guys something to chat and laugh about, while the girls expressed their worry and concern with each other.

Before long, our dear friend, Sasha, decided to call the police. She mentioned to them that we could smell pot coming from the downstairs apartment, and that we needed someone to come and check it out. Within minutes, Orem PD pulled up in front of our house. Being the nervous-nilly that I am, I asked Chris to go out and meet the officer and explain the situation before letting him around back (the downstairs entrance is in our backyard). The cop then explained that if he could smell anything when he went back there, it would be reason enough for him to press charges.

Keep in mind that all 11 of us were so excited for the abnormal action on a fairly normal Friday night. We quickly turned out all the lights and took up posts at each window in the house. With everyone on the look-out, we had a pretty good idea of what was going on the whole time--it was hilarious!

While the cop was downstairs, the neighbor's buddy pulled up to the house (he is always there so we immediately recognized his truck). Well, because we had so many of our friends over, there was limited parking in front of the house. After asking us to move one of the cars, the guys headed around back--except for the neighbor. He must've seen the cop car parked up the street, because he took off on foot (unfortunately, we didn't realize it was the neighbor until later, so no one paid much attention to him when he walked away).

After several minutes, back-up showed up and they proceeded to arrest two of the neighbor's underage buddies (suckers!). Along with the idiots, the cops found and took a large bag of drugs, paraphenalia, alcohol, etc. from the apartment. At this point, the excitement levels inside our aparment were almost too much to handle. The guys were going off about this, that and the other, and the girls were discussing their rapid heart rates and increasing stomach butterflies (I know--we're such wimps!).

As soon as the perpetrators were hauled away in the back-up squad car, the officer came back to talk to Chris. He told him that the idiots would be charged with use and possession of illegal drugs/paraphenalia. He also stated that because the neighbor let them in, he will be charged with possession of illegal drugs/paraphenalia, as well as distributing to a minor. Due to the charges, he will be evicted--if not by the landlord, then by the city. However, in order to press criminal charges, he'll have to catch the neighbor, so he told Chris to call him if the neighbor came home.

Seeing as our neighbor is a complete idiot anyway, he probably didn't realize that it was a bad idea to go home as soon as the cop left. After spotting him walk down the staircase in the backyard, we realized that the neighbor was the same guy that took off when the truck pulled up. So, not only was he having a drug party at his house while his wife was out of town, but he got all of his buddies in trouble while he saved himself! Seriously, this guy is a piece of work. Anyway, we called the cop back and told him that the neighbor had come home. The cop came back, but after knocking on the door for 15 minutes without any result, he left--but not before assuring all of us that he would follow-up on the charges.

With all of the excitement, I didn't have much time to be nervous about the situation. I figured that everything had been handled and that everything would be okay. We didn't hear much from the neighbors on Saturday, even though we noticed that the wife had come home. I thought for sure there would be yelling and fighting because that's quite normal for them; however, it was quite calm--until yesterday. The dude proceeded to yell at and threaten his wife yesterday. I was especially bugged because he woke me up during my Sunday nap! So, being the nosy neighbor that I am, I peeked out the window when I heard them leaving. To my surprise, the dude saw me, and yelled at me, "Can I help you?" Needless to say, I wanted to crawl in a hole! If I would've been brave, I probably would've yelled something back, but it's probably good I didn't.

Fast forward to Monday: Chris has his shotgun and shells under our bed, I am carrying pepper spray everywhere I go, and we have contacted the landlord. And as of today, the neighbors have been issued an eviction notice! Hooray! It would be an understatement to say that I'm a little nervous being at my house. I told Chris that I didn't want to be there without him, so until the neighbors leave, that's the way it'll be.

We just wanted to give a shout-out to all of our supportive friends who made what could've been a scary situation, not so scary. And to Officer Adams--thanks for regulating the law with the idiots downstairs. Here's hoping we get some great new neighbors before the month is over :)

My Dilemma

To eat ice cream, or not to eat ice cream...that is the question!

As many of you are probably aware, I have an obsession for ice cream. It is an understatement to say that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE ice cream! I love it in all forms; I love it in all flavors (well, mostly); and I love it at any time of any day. Until recently, I have never even thought twice about eating ice cream. Quite frankly, I have enjoyed many moments with family/friends/roommates who share my afinity for the frozen treat, and have looked forward to such occasions. Unfortunately, times have changed.

During our courtship, engagement, and marriage, I have been able to share lots of things with Chris--including my love of ice cream. He quickly came to know that I ALWAYS have ice cream in my freezer, and that it's quite common for me to want to go out and get ice cream. For the most part, he has been very accomodating--until now!

Don't get me wrong...he's not prohibiting me from eating ice cream, he's just refusing to eat it with me. Honestly, half the fun of eating ice cream is eating it with other people (at least I think so). Chris is on a huge health kick right now because he would like to shed a few pounds (and no, he hasn't gained weight since we've been married--it's just weight that he's had for awhile and doesn't want anymore). And one way he has decided to work towards that goal is to not eat as many sweets--including ice cream. Therefore, I have had to eat ice cream twice this week by myself.

So here's the dilemma: do I continue to eat ice cream as I normally would, even though I feel like a fatty eating in front of my husband who is trying to be more health-conscious; or do I accept that he is trying to be more healthy, and join him in his endeavors? I'm seriously having issues with this--especially because he made a special trip to Wendy's last night, just because I wanted a Frosty. How embarassing!

Wedding Pics

Our wedding pics are coming soon to a blog near you! We have had several requests for the pics lately, so I figured it was time for an explanation. We received our discs from our photographer a few weeks ago, but we have yet to look through all of them. Between the temple, the luncheon, and the reception, we have over 1200 pictures! And because there are so many files on each disc, we have had a hard time viewing all of them (we are having quite a few technical difficulties). However, I promise that I will have some ready to post by next week. I'm hoping to spend some time sorting through the pics during General Conference, so hang tight for a few more days. You won't be disappointed, I promise :)

I am so excited for all of you to see them! The ones I've seen are beautiful, and I'm so excited to share them with everyone.