Two Years Ago...

...we were getting married! It already feels like a long time ago. I have a feeling that is because the last two years have been a whirlwind with lots of big changes and little time to digest it all. It feels good to have another year under our belts. We definitely feel comfortable in our marriage and have figured out all the little quarks of living together.

To celebrate our anniversary we are heading up to Park City on Thursday and are spending the night at the Canyon's Ski Resort. We will then ski on Friday (we both happen to have that day off of work...amazing). But don't worry, we always wear helmets. It will be really good to get away from reality for a day.

Below is a little photo montage of getting engaged and our wedding.

Grant proposed via a hand made puzzle, oh so romantic and unique. He gave me all the pieces but the last one with the word bubble.

And the last puzzle piece was with the ring!

I was ecstatic! And I really didn't see it coming.

Moments after getting engaged.

Me in shock.


I DO!
Right after we left the chapel.

We did it!

Nowruz

Nowruz is the Persian New Year. It marks the first day of spring and the beginning of the year in Iran. This year it fell on March 20. After seeing the Morshedi family party in Little Rock over our web cam, we were feeling a little lonely and sorry for ourselves. To help cheer us up, we decided to have our own mini version of a Nowruz celebration.

Yesterday, Grant and I found a little whole in the wall international market where we were able to purchase the ingredients we needed. Then, we spent all afternoon cooking Persian food. We had a few friends over and ate and ate and ate! Here is what we cooked...

Rice (can't have a Persian meal without rice)
Ghormeh Sabzi (Green Herb Stew)
Kababs
Tomato and Cucumber salad
Stewed tomatoes

We had so much fun cooking. We don't get to do that together very often right now. The meal was a big hit. One of our friends is half Persian, so it was really special for her as well. And boy am I glad we have leftovers!

Annie, Matt, Shireen, me, and Grant.

Glorious food!

More food.

Ghormeh Sabzi (Grant made this, I just posed for the picture)

Grant with the Kabobs.

Thank you Ali for teaching me how to make a Persian meal, I think I am ready for my taste test! Aide Shoma Moborak (or Happy New Year).

On a side note...

My Mom is slowly becoming Persian! After we moved up to SLC, my Mom realized that she probably wouldn't see Grant's family for a few years. She decided that wouldn't do, so she visited them this weekend in Little Rock. She got to be a part of the Persian celebration. And boy did she love every minute of it. We are so blessed to have parents that enjoy each other's company. It almost makes me tear up.

SelectHealth Marketing Team

Here are some of my co-workers at recent lunch outing. My boss, Greg, is the third one from the left (the tallest guy). They are a really fun group to work with. I sure am lucky!

Meet BILL!

Meet Bill, the newest addition to the family. We adopted him this weekend from a shelter. He is the most cuddly lovable cat (and already house trained to boot). At six months old, he is still quite petite. I am so happy to have an animal to keep me company while Grant is working like crazy. Bill is not very photogenic, so add extra cuteness to these.

By the way, yes, we do remember the chihuahua incident. We also realize that Bill does not come with a one week grace period. Bill seems to be quite a bit less work than dos perros locos.

Ok here it is...

I've waited a few weeks to post this, just to give it a chance to digest with all appropriate parties (mom, dad, Millie, you know who you are).

It is the long-awaited "Grant completely busting his butt on a ski jump" video.

A little background...we were skiing with our friends at Solitude a few weeks ago, and by this point both Anna and I were fairly comfortable and competent with the run-of-the-mill downhill skiing. Then came the jumps. They looked easy enough, right? The friends we were with said, "Grant, just focus, lean forward, and most importantly, take off in control and you will land in control." Again, sounded easy enough to me...as you can see I was never in danger of being "in control."

Enjoy...





Just so you all know, I have since been back to Solitude and have successfully landed this jump and several others. It didn't hurt as bad as it looked like it hurt.

Utah Jazz game!

We went to our first Jazz game last night. Anna's boss hooked us up with two tickets (8th row!!) for last night's game vs. the Denver Nuggets. Needless to say it was completely awesome! The first half was pretty rough, but the Jazz ended up winning a close game...

Here are some pics and videos:

the view from our seats

the Jazz warming up (former Razorback Ronnie Brewer, and also Mehmet Okur)

Coach Jerry Sloan

Here's Ronnie Brewer coming out after halftime (I missed it on the video but he definitely gave me a high five). We tried to yell woo pig sooie later when he went back in after the game, but I don't think he heard us.





Deron Williams coming out after halftime.

110 degrees with 40% humidity

No, that is not the forecast for today (it is actually snowing again here...joy!). That is the temperature in a Bikram Yoga studio. A girl at work had some passes for a few sessions of Bikram (also known as hot) Yoga. It was a 90 minute class where I sweated more than I have in the past year put together.

I did like the deep stretching that you got out of the class, but the sweating was hard to handle. It is so hot in there that it is hard even to breathe. After my second class I decided it wasn't the thing for me. I am going to try regular yoga instead. If I had kept on going to hot yoga, maybe I would be able to do what this girl is doing below...no it is not a picture of me.

Other than that, life has just been moving along. Grant and I are still working way too much right now. Grant is back to 70-80 hours a week, and I am deep into some work projects that are keeping me busy. We haven't been able to come up for air lately. Sorry to our avid blog readers.