Ghost Hunting, Part II

The newest installment in our ghostly adventures turned out to be a little scarier than first anticipated. We went to Rock Canyon in Provo, where there are supposed to be ghosts of rock climbers who died on the cliffs. We weren't expecting too much, and the constant rain of this weekend dug away at our patience, but as we were walking to the cliffs of death, a man with no face suddenly appeared beside our group and walked quickly past us. He was alone, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and rock climbing shoes. He didn't make a sound as he walked, and he was underdressed for the cold rain. Definitely a ghost.

tissues

okay i have a question in the air for all of you. on my school supplies list it says i need 8 gluesticks. why do i need all those gluesticks?

yummy yummy goodness

So I have heard about these things called chicken roll-ups for quite sometime. Finally, Dave and I decided that we should make them. So this past trip to the grocery store we bought all the ingredients so I could finally taste what everyone has been talking about. I have to say, chicken roll-ups are a pocket full of goodness!!! I could not stop telling Dave how good they were! I am definitely a big fan of chicken roll-ups! Mmmm Mmmm good!

ballin

these are the most ballinest shoes in the world.those who say other wise should either look again or be shot.

Birthday Bonanza

Here are a few pictures from all the birthday hoop-la. Everything you see here was homemade by Mrs. Maren Fife, a chef extraordinaire who specializes in making her husband happy. There were 24 candles shaped like the number 24. We got a picture, but this whole blogging thing gets a little more complicated with multimedia.

A Brush with Beyond

Last night, in a rush of youthful exuberance, Maren, Danny, our friend Brittney and I decided to go ghost hunting. We drove a tension-filled half hour to a suspicious looking sign. I wish we had a picture. "Alpine City Cemetery." It was like a sign that would be at the front of a ranch, but it opened up over a small paved lane going uphill in complete darkness. We slowly advanced on foot about 20 feet up that hill towards the unknown before fear got the better of us and we hurtled down, our flip-flops slapping against the pavement. Deciding that relying on technology would probably yield better results than our courage, we piled back into the car and drove up the lane, hoping that a flaming ghost car wouldn't block us and prevent our descent. After a period of escalating dares, me and Danny are pretty sure that we saw the famous ghost girl frolicking in the grave field. So, we ran away as fast as we could. Then we went to Sonic and got limeades and cheesecake bites, finally hitting the sack at 2 in the morning, a prayer on our lips against the silent forces of darkness. Here's a video from a particular moment of terror. Danny dares Brittney to walk across the graves of the dead while we all keep a look out for ghosts. Notice a strange, unexplainable flash of red in the middle.

Welcome to Newts and Wood!

You may be wondering how we came up with the name for the blog so I thought you might enjoy a taste of what ELSE we considered:

-In Search of...
-Newts In The News
-Jedamadamakajo (which got complicated when we thought of marriages and what not)
-Jiggy Widit
-America's Best Fam Crew
-Ducks, Newts, and Knights
-My Fair Ladies and Knights
-Wood

As you can probably guess, Mom came up with MOST of these. ENJOY! And Welcome to NEWTS AND WOOD!!!!!

<3 Katie