Friday, January 30, 2009

1/2 Ton, Baby!

This is it. Our new truck, a '95 GMC 1/2 ton Sierra 1500 . Matt's truck. I'm not sure that I'll be driving it that often.

We bought a '99 Ford Taurus on Craigslist about a year ago for super cheap because he had to replace the head gasket. It was a good little car. Unfortunately, he was driving to work a few weeks ago when one of his co-workers slid through a stop sign about a block from their work and t-boned him on the passenger side. It was not too big of a deal, no one was hurt, but it left a huge dent on the side of the Taurus. Totaled! We had every intention of going back to being a one-car family, but then Matt found the listing for the aforementioned truck in the KSL classifieds. He was pretty excited.

The problem was his co-worker's insurance company. It's called Kemper Insurancer or something. And they were ridiculous to work with. It was one problem after another until they told us they would overnight the check on a Friday. That meant we should have gotten it Monday, right? Tuesday morning Matt calls to say we hadn't gotten it. The woman looks. Oh, she had messed something up and it hadn't even been sent out. He calls again on Wednesday to find out who will deliver it and if there's a tracking number. The woman has absolutely no idea. We finally got the check on Thursday.

Long story short, Matt got the truck of his dreams, and I'm just happy we didn't have to go back to sharing a car : )

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Christmas Report...Finally

First of all, I lied. I know, I know. It's a horrible thing to do. I really meant to take pictures of the food I made for Christmas dinner, but by the time the turkey was ready we just wanted to it didn't happen. I'm no master chef though, so I promise you're not missing much.

However, I do want to report that Megan helped me find a website with directions for cooking the turkey. This website was extremely helpful, and I produced an amazingly moist and delicious turkey. You should check it out.

As for other activities during the holidays, we went snowmobiling that Friday. The area where we went had just gotten 12 feet of snow in the 24 hours before we got there, so we weren't allowed to go very far up the mountain. The snow wasn't packed down well enough. So here's the story...

Just sit right back and you'll read a tale,

a tale of a fateful trip.

That started near a mountain top
Aboard some mid-sized snowmobiles. (A stretch, I know)

The driver was a mighty driving man (Matt),
The passenger brave and sure (that's me!).
Eight participants set out that day

For a two hour tour, a two hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,

The snow was really deep,
When we reached the top of the mountain, high,
Our fuel gauge then read "E".

Sorry, I don't think I can keep that up any longer. So we're up at the top and can't get our snowmobile to start again. Matt and I both think it was out of gas, but our tour guide claimed there was plenty. Regardless, all 6 men that were in the group stood around taking turns trying to pull-start it. They tried for half an hour. To no avail. So who had to ride three on a snowmobile? Matt and his parents. Who had to ride on the guide's snowmobile? Me. Then we're within minutes from the lodge when the other 3 snowmobiles are nowhere in sight. The guide tells me to get off while he drives the snowmobile in a circle to turn it around and find them. He drives it into a lot of unpacked snow and gets his stuck too. Very stuck. We left with 5 snowmobiles and came back with three. We had fun anyway. I started playing in the snow during the 30 minute wait at the top and was able to sink far enough in the snow that it came up to my chest. It was pretty entertaining trying to get out of that too.

If you ever get a chance to go snowmobiling, I definitely recommend it!