Douthitt Wedding

We went to Boston last week for the wedding of the last member of Chis' four best high school friends.  Lee married his sweet (and gorgeous I might add) bride Natasha in the New Hampshire hills. More on that later, but first a little about one of my new favorite cities. Neither of us had ever been to Boston and I think that we both decided we are going to have to go back.  We toured America's oldest Ballpark and I absolutely loved every minute of it.  The history that goes along with a ballpark that is 99 years old is pretty cool. 

 

My curiosity also took us out to Cambridge to see that campus of Harvard, which was also pretty amazing.  Living on the West Coast, you just don't get that kind of history.  We met up with Joel and Rachel there and then made our way to the North District to Regina's, a pizzeria that was dubbed Boston's best.  Joel actually said it was the single best pizza that he has ever had.  It was good, but I am not sure if it won that award in my book. 

Then we took off for the wedding in Franconia, New Hampshire.  I have always heard about the fall colors back East and thought, ahhh it cannot be that much better.  I was wrong.  I was awestruck by the colors.  Whole hillsides were were red with maples.  And to top it off, they had recordbreaking temperatures so we got to enjoy the gorgeous colors in shorts and t-shirts. 

 

 

The wedding itself was as beautiful as the surrounding hills.  No detail went unnoticed from the words expressed during the ceremony, the beautiful fall-colored flowers, the display of our name tags delicately hung on the fence at the reception, I could go on and on.  It was just impeccable and so much fun.  Lee and Natasha were beaming with joy along with both of their wonderful families. Thanks so much for making us a part of your special day, guys.  Congratulations! 

 

 

I think that this was big enough for the six of us.

Big Blue

We are so excited to be season ticket holders for BSU football this year!  The entire city pretty much erupts in orange and blue on game days.  Grocery stores sell orange and blue bread, cars drive with BSU flags waiving outside their window, and if you don't have game day colors on you are either a U of I fan or from out of town.  This all makes it even more fun to go to the games.

After a few novice season ticket holder hiccups (i.e., don't wear jeans when it is 93 degrees outside) and checking out a tailgating seen unlike any other we've ever seen, we made our way to our seats.  At least we were appropriately dressed in our section's assigned color: blue (see photo below of striped fan sections).  Our seats are on the corner of the south end zone which means we are right above where the team comes out of the tunnel.  They played Tulsa and pretty much dominated the whole game until they stuck their second string in at the third quarter, but still ended up winning 41 to 21.  It was so much fun to be a part of the game.  We are true blue Bronco fans and this is sure to not be the last post documenting our 2011 football season. 

Another game was upon us even before I could get this post up.  This time BSU "whacked the pack" as the all too clever news folks like to say.  The Broncos brought down the Nevada Wolfpack in another victory yesterday afternoon. This was also a fun game because it was stupid Nevada that ruined BSU's perfect season last year so the crowd was certainly invested in this game. This time Chris and I donned our bright never-been-washed orange shirts as we cheered from the orange section (same seat assignment, new color assignment).... I wonder if we'll need to buy white shirts for the next game?

Ruby

Here she is, this is the surprise that I referred to in my previous post:

Buffie was an avid golfer and we were lucky enough to be gifted her beloved ruby red golf cart, which I have lovingly named "Ruby."  We didn't know that we were going to be the lucky recipients of Ruby. Kim and Eric decided to surprise us with it by driving down with it last week.  Little did they know, as they drove in to town, their son stood from his 6th floor office building and just happened to see them drive by with Ruby in tow, kind of ruining their surprise but sure making for a good laugh.  Anyway, we know how much Buffie loved this golf cart and we intend to love her just the same. This is a picture of our first round in Ruby.  Despite a pretty dismal performance by me, I did make my first par ever!  Golf was a part of Buffie's every day life and now Buffie gets to be part of our every round of golf.

Usain Bella

We had the Johnsons come and visit us this weekend and it was a fabulous weekend.  They brought us a wonderful surprise that I will have to write about next weekend.  Stay tuned.   We had a great weekend full of college football (I love this time of year!), lunch with Chris' aunt and uncle, a date for four at the driving range, and a great dinner out in our beloved city.  My plan to convince Kim and Eric to move to Boise has not quite come to fruition, but it was great to have them here for a weekend.  Thanks for making the trip down here guys!

They also helped us settle a big bet that Chris and I had.  A couple weeks ago he nonchalantly told me  that he could hands down run faster than Bella.  I laughed and thought he'd let it go, but it has come up in several conversations since.  So we placed a real wager on it (3 months of Bella baths and haircuts) and took Bella and Chris out for a head to head 100 meter dash.   Chris looked great in his run and ran it in 11.4 seconds.  I had to admit, he looked good, but I wasn't scared. 

Then we took Bella to one end and took her favorite green squishy ball away from her.  When she was unleashed she put her dad's time to shame and ran the distance in 8.7 seconds beating Usain Bolt's record by at least one second.  So for the record, Chris cannot run as fast as Bella and neither can the world record holder.  Go Bella!  Have fun with those hair cuts, Chris! 

At least Chris was a good sport.

Fish Tales

 

If you know me well, you probably know that I like to fish.  If you know Chris well, you probably know that he loves to fish.   Because I know it makes him really happy and it makes me pretty happy, we spent our first weekend home in what has felt like months by driving to the South Fork of the Boise River for a day of fishing.  Chris landed a little dude and I hooked a huge fish.  I get so excited whenever I hook a fish flyfishing. I usually shout for Chris and ask him what to do and he tries to get upstream to me as fast as he can.  I know what to do when there is no fish on my line, but whenever I get one, excitement takes over and I just shout "what do I do now?!?!"  Well, I reeled and reeled the fish being careful to keep my line tight, but not too tight as advised by Chris... and then it happened, he jumped out in the air (and showed me he was huge) and got enough slack to get off my hook and swim happily away. I was left on the shore not feeling so happy. One day I will become a sophisticated fisherwoman who doesn't have to yell for Chris every time I catch something, but for now I will take pleasure in a day out on the river with my man.  Sure, a fish would have made it a little better, but it was still a pretty darn good day.

Pretty fish.

 

Pretty sparkly fly.

Modeling my new awesome fly vest (merry Christmas, circa 2010).

My handsome fisherhusband.