Bountiful Temple

I was never one of those girls that just NEW where I was going to get married. I just new I would get married in the temple. For awhile, I was thinking that I would get married in the Idaho Falls one because that is where my parents got married. And then for awhile I was thinking Oakland because that was the one closest to my house in California. And then after I started to get older, I stopped worrying all together about which temple...just WHO I was going to marry and when! :) I found this picture from my senior year of high school. My brother Jeff was the first to get married in my family and they chose the Bountiful Temple. It was relatively new I think, back in 98. Anyway, my friend Chelsy used to like taking pictures in front of the temple and pretend like we were kissing our future spouse. I always thought that was kinda fun, so the day Jeff got married, I took my kissy picture. Fast forward 10 years...Scott and I decided that Bountiful Temple was going to be the best temple for us to get married because of the location (all of my cousins pretty much live in Idaho and Utah) and the sealing room size (not only do almost all of my relatives LIVE in Idaho and Utah, there are A LOT of us). I had totally forgotten about this picture and we came across it while we were looking for pictures for our wedding slide show. So, at our wedding, I decided that I needed to have my other half in the picture with me. It's in the same spot from the picture 10 years ago! I just wanted to share (I love our new scanner!).

A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That

You know how annoying it is to have your post ALMOST finished, just to have it completely erased when you hit, "post?" Well, that happened last night. So with this new post, feel lucky that it is shorter and more to-the-point. Scott and I headed to Orlando last weekend to spend one more night with Scott's oldest brother Mark and his fam. They had tons of leftover meal tickets from Disney so Friday night after work, we drove three VERY long hours (we were stuck in traffic FOREVER) to Orlando. After spending a fun night with them at dinner, we snuck in their hotel for a good nights rest. Sorry to Kate and Maxim for kicking them out of their beds and of course, I was the first asleep (maybe even out of the kids?P)

Poor guy was wiped out. I would be too had I spent the whole week at Disney getting constantly overstimulated with all the tiny details everywhere...

By the time my meal came, I had stuffed my face with bread (come on, I'm prego and I need to eat often. I had gone too long without food). The mashed potatoes were PERFECT and I spent way too much time on those. Sorry to say, although my meat was fantastic, I hardly even dented it.

Scott's lovely dish

We all got desserts even though my top button was seriously going to pop. I was very proud of my husband to let his inner child come out and get the coolest dessert ever. It was ice cream with all sorts of toppings and Cotton Candy stickin out of the top...

I got a pretty fantastic molten cake/torte. I think my stomach only handled two or three bites before I had to call it quits. Too bad...that was some dang good stuff.

We were in a hurry to get home from Orlando because Saturday's are Scott's really big study days. The weather was fabulous, though and Scott knows how badly I have wanted to go rollerblading, so before getting ANYTHING done, we strapped on the rollerblades (thanks Tiff for letting Scott borrow Steven's) and headed out. Now, I have spent quite a bit more time on blades then Scott. I used to go regularly as a kid back in O-Town. I have to say that I SMOKED Scott down hill. However, he DID NOT have brakes on his wheels and I would have been a little nervous as well. Eventually he was going faster than me (I think cause his feet were hurting and he wanted to get home). Not more than 5 minutes after walking in the door, some friends called and said they were having a good-bye bbq at another friends parent's sweet home. After weighing out our options and figuring out what would be more important, we chose to not be responsible and head out to the bbq. We had a great time spending our "supposed to be getting things done" Saturday with friends.

I would LOVE to live in a Waterfront home. So relaxing and peaceful! Sigh...

Little Dane. His Dad is the owner of this fine home. He was hilarious, he wanted us to take a picture of his plane, but I was sneaky and took both. I have him in primary and he cracks me up!

Katie, Kira, Me and Jaynie. Good bye Kira! We miss you tons!

OK, so you know those websites that you come across and they say things like, "Enter here and win a free Wii, or free Ipod," then you have to sign up for all these nonsense weight loss free trials, or Credit cards. Well, my sister's friend was telling her that she had tried one that really worked. You have to totally keep track of everything you sign up for because most of the things are free trials and after the two week free period, they are no longer free and start charging the credit card. So, I kept a spreadsheet of everything I signed up for (it was anything from diet pills, Colo pure, Blockbuster, emusic,etc). After a few months of collecting points, I FINALLY got the Wii. Scott was very skeptical at first and became more so when I told him that we still had not been rewarded some of our points that we should have been (in truth, I was actually lying cause after I got all of the points, it just took forever to get everything processed and shipped and it was supposed to get here on V-day, which it did not). Scott was pretty excited for its arrival. I was pretty proud of myself for doing such a good job keeping track of everything. I am not gonna lie, it got a little stressful at times when you were not getting the points issued.

Happy Husband=Happy Wife.

I have played tennis a couple of times, and Scott has already racked up some pretty high points. We were both sore after the first day of playing! Sad huh?

And another exciting note...Scott and I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time on Wednesday. Such a cool experience. I think we are having a girl and Scott thinks that it is a boy. We will be happy with either...I think I am right though!!

Cat is Out of the Bag

Well, it's not like this is a HUGE secret anymore cause as most of you know, I can't keep an exciting secret to save my life! I was going to wait a couple of more weeks, but as you can see, that didn't happen! In September, there will be a new addition to the Scott Foley Family! We are super excited. This whole first trimester I have been thinking of creative ways to announce to my blogging world that I was prego, and after sifting through many fun ideas, I settled. That's right, settled into announcing it with a boring post! OH WELL! We are excited and every time I feel sick or have no energy, I have a fun reminder of why I feel like crud! It's still weird and hard to believe sometimes, but after seeing the heartbeat and a picture of our little embryo (almost fetus), it became more real! So, the Cat is OFFICIALLY out of the bag now. I am free to say to whomever I want that I am pregnant! WOW...that still sounds weird....even in writing!! :)

Nothing Like Spending Time With Family

We have had an awesome weekend! Scott's oldest brother Mark and his family (Stacy, Kate and Maxim) came out to Florida for a visit/vacation. They have a week to spend at Disney World but were so kind to come early and come to our place. So Thursday night the Foley's arrive and we had a great time! I had never met Mark and Stacy (and kids) before. They live in Pennsylvania and when Scott and I were getting married, they couldn't make the wedding because Stacy's father was really sick and passed away about a week after we got married. But Stacy and I were talking that we would not have had the time to spend quality time with each other at mine and Scott's wedding, so this was even better!! :) Thanks again guys for the awesome weekend. We loved it! This first picture is Maxim and Kate. They were watching Never Ending Story (can you say the name of that movie without getting the song in your head? Yeah, me neither) while the adults were watching The Office and playing games.

It's very important for Scott and I to teach the game of Farkle to friends/family that come to visit. It's just who we are.

Scott and I let Mark and Stacy have our bed so we could have a sleepover with the kids. Maxim was sooo excited to sleep in the sleeping bag (it was his first time). We let Kate have it the second night and at 5AM Maxim busts through his parents door and told them that Kate had stolen his bed. He had forgotten that they switched.

Here is sweet Kate. She is all smiles!

She wrote this awesome book and Uncle Scott and I read it to her and Maxim (I slept on the big couch the first night and Scott started on the short couch and ended up on the floor..heheh)

Scott took School off Friday and I took off work (hallelujah) so since we had stayed up until 2AM Thursday, we had a lazy Friday morning. We made pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage. SO good...mmmm. Can't go wrong with a HUGE breakfast.

Scott took us on a tour of Stetson. It was really fun for us to see what his everyday life is like. He took us in the courtroom where he has some of his classes. Of course you can't come to Florida and not go to the beach! And of course, the weather just had to be cold! Well, cold for Florida. After we spent the early afternoon at Stetson we headed to Sarasota (Siesta Keys Beach)

I think it was Kate that found the Jellyfish! Those things scare me. It was freezing at the beach and of course, the kids run in the water with all of their clothes on. I remember my parents taking us to San Francisco as a kid, and we would BEG my dad to take us to the beach. Without fail everytime, we would all end up in the water, then our wet clothes would pick up tons of sand. We would be so upset when my mom had to brush us down before we got in the car. It always hurt so badly. But Kate and Maxim were troopers. They took the discomfort with pride! We stopped at Wal-Mart on the way back to get them some pants to change in to.

Notice the shorts??? Yeah..big mistake. We were freezing. We ALMOST didn't bring a jacket.

The kids were pretty happy and content even though they were wet, covered in sand, and the wind was blowing! They are HILLARIOUS. I was laughing so much this weekend.

When we got from our beach excursion, Scott was just laying on the couch. Kate came up to him and told him she wanted to snuggle with him. Well, all of us joined him. I was quite comfortable.

Mine and Scott's original plan was to just spend Friday with Stacy and Mark fam, but after having such good times and everything, we decided to fork up some money and spend the day with them at Magic Kingdom. We had a blast. Were worn out by the end of the day, but hadit was worth it. This first picture is of the parade that went by.

I felt like a kid again! This really is the happiest place on earth :)

Scott and I (well, he hasn't said this, Im just assuminghe at least "thought" it) felt spoiled that the little kids wanted to sit next to us on the rides. I loved it when they would just grab our hands when we were walking from ride to ride. Im not gonna lie...my stomach just can't handle crazy movments. I felt a little sick during my drive with Maxim. At one point I told him his parents were behind us, and when he turned his head to look at them, he sharply turned the wheel...YIKES

Mark and Stacy

Kate and Scott

Maxim was a freeloader. :) He was happy to have a back to rest his head on. It was so cute. When we were in line for the Haunted Mansion, I was playing around and told him that I was scared and I might need him to hold my hand. At first he told me that he wouldn't but at one point just rolled his eyes and said, "fine." It was kinda funny...both he and Kate got pretty scared on that one.

For Anna!! Mini's house. Her mailbox

Why walk to the next ride when you can take a train?

Hahah...I love this picture because just before I took it (Pirates of the Carabbean) there was a drop and everything was pitch black. Maxim got freaked out and started coughing. I asked him if he was ok and he said, "I almost threw up because that scared me like the other ride (A little roller coaster they had gone on)." He made us PROMISE that there were not other drops like the one before.

I don't know where it came from or why it is apart of me, but I have this obsession with rear ends. Hahah..This poor kid. I was thinkin about it, and I always laugh when I see a butt. I don't think Stacy knew that she was followin this rear and at one point her face was right next to it (I think that is when she realized). Another funny moment was when we were walking to the fireworks show, this guy decides to bend down RIGHT in front of us (ok, he was to the side a little). Stacy and I were having a somewhat serious conversation and of course I fully interupt her to point her to the FULLY exposed boxers ( I physically moved her toward the direction of the boxers). I thought it was pretty funny. I don't really make fun of people per se, cause I think that is messed up, just exposed glutes!


The firework show

OK...I was hammin up this picture a little, along with Scott, but Maxim is 100% real. I didn't get a picture of Kate, cause she was right in front of me. BUT, I do have a funny story about her. Scott, Mark, Kate and I decided to ride Splash Mountain. Well, all of us, besides Kate, had been on it before and all of us forgot about a pretty big drop before the BIG drop. It freaked me out, Scott and Mark weren't prepared for it, and Kate loved every minute of it. She was so brave!! I know that at her age, I would have NEVER gone on a "Scary" ride.

The firework show. We had an awesome time with the Mark Foley Fam. This is a long post, but oh well. I didn't want to leave anything out. I felt sad when we were leaving, because it's not very often that we get to see family. It was SOOO cute. The fam was walking us to our car, and little Maxim is holding Scott's hand. I heard Maxim say somethin, but wasn't quite sure what he said, and so I asked him, "What?" He said to Scott again, "I'll call you when I get home." and then he looked at me and said it again. What a tender moment! And Kate was just a sweet heart. Thanks again guys! We will come to PA next!

Im a Jerkface

So, nobody likes to be awaken by a blasting radio at 7:15 in the morning do they? Yeah, I do not either. Sound travels from the parking lot RIGHT into our bedroom. I knew exactly who the culprit was when my sleep was unwelcomly disturbed this beautiful Sunday morning...the neighbor in the maroon chevy mini van. How did I know this? Well, it happened a few months ago, on a Sunday morning. There was the most disturbing heavy metal BLASTING while I was trying to get ready for church and Scott was studying. After trying to stomach that annoyingly loud music, I ran out to his car, (no make-up, Sunday dress, barefoot) to ask him , POLITELY, to turn his music down. I was a little nervous doing this because we don't live in the most awesome neighborhood that people bring cookies to each other when you move in. I knocked on his window a couple of times (he was in there passed out) and kept saying, :Sir, sir? Excuse me Sir?" When he finally was coherent I asked him to turn his music down and he drunkenly/highly said, "Oh, is it too loud or somethin?" "Yes," I said with a smile. So that was that. He turned it down, and we have had peace...until this morning.

This time I was not in my church dress, I was in my PJ's (and for those girls that were wondering, yes, I put a bra on :) ), but this time I put flip flops on. I went to the same guy's car, where he was once again passed out and knocked on the hood and said that same thing as last time. Only, this time, no response, not a BUDGE. I went back to my apartment feeling defeated...But I had a plan. I would leave a nice note on his car. So, I came in all riled up (as what Scott likes to say when I get mad), and wrote a letter which stated, "Sir, it is very inconsiderate to have your music blasting early on a Sunday morning. This is the second time you have done this. Next time, I promise, I will call the cops." I LIED. I called the cops just after taping the note to his car!! I mean, come on, his radio had been really loud for almost an hour. Who likes to listen to talk radio from outside for that long? Yeah, me neither. So, I made the call. I was a little scared when I did it, but this guy was ticking me off. PLUS, Scott said that he had just read a case about a guy getting charged with a DUI who was passed out in his car, so I thought this was legit. AND Scott put the idea in my head and anybody that knows me, knows that when I get something in my head that makes sense and I think needs to happen, I will do it without a second thought. Maybe that is good intuition...or maybe just a little of my un-diagnosed ADHD kicking in.

The lady on the phone asked me if I wanted to talk with the police when they got here. I declined...I didn't want the neighbor seeing who his new enemy was and then coming after me (he is kind of a big scary dude). Within 5 minutes, a fire and rescue truck was in the parking lot, plus two police cars, and a paramedic (for those of you who are wondering, I DID NOT call 911, just the local police station). Maybe because I said the guy was passed out in his car, they brought extra back up if he needed to go to the hospital.

So, like anyone else would do, I peeked through the blinds when these guys arrived. I then felt a little embarrassed cause I saw some of them laughing and stuff. I even saw them reading my little note I had taped to his car...I wonder if they thought it was cruel that I lied as well, not giving the poor guy a third chance. BUT, when I heard the officer tell the drunken lad that he could arrest him for a DUI (I told you that sound carries into our apartment from the parking lot), I felt that I had done a good thing. CAUSE if this guy was driving home drunk, which I am sure he did, I mean c'mon, his seat belt was still on for crying out loud, then hopefully I made him realize he is an idiot and shouldnt do that again.

Scott said it hopefully it was a win win situation for both parties. 1. We probably will not be woken up early on a Sunday morning anymore and 2. The big guy did not get arrested and hopefully learned his lesson (I doubt it though). I just hope he doesnt come after me. He kind of seems the type.

Just don't get a Foley (Lovell) girl riled up. We mean business when we get mad. So, am I a jerkface? Would you have done the same thing or suffer through it (Now remember, this had happened more than once)?

I am curious to know (assuming that you finished reading this obnoxiously long post).

A Little Shout Out to Scott

Sorry for the Foley's who have to read this twice. I am so proud of Scott, he just informed me, via text message (he forgot to tell me at home) that he is in the top 1/3rd of his class. I am so proud of him. He has been working so hard. Now we just need to land a sweet job for the summer!! I love you Scott!

Something to fill in the time

I have been tagged by my friend Katie Carter and if she reads this I hope she will soon learn that my last name is spelled Foley, not Folley :). Anyway, I am supposed to write six random things about myself and since my Mary Kay meeting has not started yet....here goes:

1. I may have mentioned this in one of my earlier posts, from the summer BUT, I have an obsession with making my bed every morning. Maybe it is just more making sure the bed gets made. Before Scott started his first semester at Stetston I was getting up early to get to work and he would sleep in a little. One day I asked him to make the bed when he gets up. He agreed. When I got home, the bed was still un made. For some reason, I got so upset (I promise I am not high maintenance and don't usually get upset over little things like that. Must have been the mood that I was in). I remember telling him I asked him just to do one thing, and he didn't do it (DO i sound like a naggy wife or what). He disappeared for a second, closed the bedroom door, and made the bed. I realized what he was doing, and realized that I had been a total butt to him, and told him to make it. He did it anyway. What a patient husband I have. I love ya Scott!!

2. I can click my tongue really loudly. I don't know if click is the right word. Pop it? Anyway, if I do it too much, then I have a hard time talking.

3. When I sleep, I HAVE to have the blanket up around my face. I like to be burrowed in my blankets. The other night, I had to keep pulling my blanket back because every time Scott rolled, he would roll with the blanket. I realized that morning, that he didn't get under the sheet, just the blanket, hence the trapped feeling I was experiencing, along with my lack of blanket around my face.

4. I think I mentioned this one in an old post from the summer, but I HAVE to check my zipper multiple times after using the restroom. Sometimes I will do it when I haven't even gone to the bathroom. I did have a "whoops" at work, and did realize that I had forgotten to zip. Good thing I checked.

5. I will tell a random person if they have something in their teeth, or nose. In fact, a friend of mine, no names to be named, had a booger in her nose. Someone beat me to telling her, but later I noticed she had something in her hair. So, I went up to her and started picking it out of her hair to realize that somehow the booger had gotten in her hair. When realized, I didn't make a sound or gag, even though I wanted to, I just walked to the sink and washed my hands.

6. OK this one I can't believe I am admitting, but I sweat! Easily. Just in my armpits. If I get nervous or too excited, I will sweat. Mainly nervous. Scott makes fun of how much deodorant I use. I have used special deodorant where it burns like no other, but it does the trick. You have to put it on at night and sometimes it keeps me up cause of the burning feeling. Needless to say, I haven't done that for awhile. So, it's true, dont think less of me, ok? If I am teaching or something, I have to make sure that I wear black. ANd I know a lot of my girlfriends have the same problem. It's not just me!!

I tag anyone who needs to fill in a little extra time!!