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What's new with us? Nothin. Nada. Cero. We've been busy with our favorite people, Christmas shopping, Steve parting out and selling bikes, etc.. We are BO-RING people right now. I feel like the winter is much less interesting now that we are stranded indoors. The weather hates us, we must have been evil and hateful to it in a previous life. Case in point:

 I never thought there would be such a difference between -2 degrees and 30 degrees. HUGE! Exponential most definitely. 

So again, we stay indoors, and our cute little ward rented out Seven Peaks, an indoor skating rink. Steve or I hadn't been in years (I'm talking like ten here), so of course I feel like a 1-year-old attempting her first experience across the ice. In 5-inch stilettos (a gorgeous pair). In my defense, I caught on after a few minutes :). And of course Steve takes off flying, pulling my little arm behind him. He's so adept at everything he does. Kinda makes me want to stick my finger down my throat. 

So we're just flying along, and then we witness our friend Kyle take a sharp turn, flip to his side and land on his hip, then whiplash his head back onto the ice. LIKE HARD. We both ran over, blood is gushing out, Mekelle is freaking out (understandably), and Kyle's having a concussion. Some of the girls help to console Mekelle while Steve, another friend and I help keep Kyle from scratching his wound open more and get him up and off the ice safely. Poor guy was disoriented and, well, talking kinda crazy for a bit there! We drove them to the ER and the night ended in 21 stitches, drugs, and chips and salsa and fajitas at Chili's

We've been to lunches with Steve's mom and sisters, said good-bye to his bro-in-law and sister Steve and Michelle and our little nephew :( Just as he's becoming more animated and interactive and hilarious...booo!!!!

And of course did the Temple Square Lights with Starbucks' Caramel Apple Cider mmmmmm. I always love being on Temple Square when the Mo-Tab Choir is practicing.  There's something amazing and awesome (literally) about hearing their harmonies and feeling the spirit there. We'll miss it.