For some really weird reason, whenever Fitchburg State scores a goal the fans throw fish out onto the ice. I know, gross and totally inappropriate. So this time, Amanda brought this Got Fish sign and when we scored she held it up high. When we scored the winning point, she threw it out onto the ice. She's awesome.
We are oh so totally proud of Damen! Going out as the number one team is such an awesome way to end his college hockey career. Go Salem!!
As captain, Damen is always talking to the referees. I have always wondered what they say to each other..but he just tells me, "stuff."
Last week, Amanda (Damen's girlfriend) hooked Lana and Logan up with a ride on the zamboni. They felt like movie stars up there.
I am sad that it's over, but everything must come to an end. Fortunately for us, hockey runs in the Nisula blood. It's only a matter of time before Damen and Derek have little hockey players of their own.
The first, this totally awesome treasure chest, Chris crafted while we were still living there. It is made entirely of wood we found on Bar Island. The bottom is a piece of fiberglass from the side of a boat. Even the metal piece on the front came from an old boat chair. I am so in love with it!
The one thing we bought for it was this old Pakistani lock. We found it in a really cool shop on the main strip.
Chris just finished his second work of art. An awesome new lamp.
The shade came from D.I. in Rexburg - we knew it would be smart to hold onto it. As for the switch? See that cord coming out of it? You touch it once, it has a dim glow, you touch it twice, it brightens a tad, you touch it thrice and it's beaming. (Don't touch it four times, you'll turn it off.)
Okay, so maybe we're nerds. Here's Chris checking out the GPS - the cache is somewhere under those rocks!
Found it! This cache was full of random toys like a gorilla, a ninja turtle with no arms, and a children's book about dinosaurs. We traded a seashell from Sanibel Island, FL (where we honeymooned) for a tiny green Buddha. If you had told me two years ago that a rat would be the first pet my new husband and I would share, I would have laughed in your face. If you had told me that a black rodent would give us hours of entertainment in our home, I would have thought you were crazy. If you had told me we would care deeply for this rat and offer our affection and love I would have said, “Eew.” If you had told me that I would mourn his passing and shed tears at his grave, well, you’d have been right.
Lab rat Number Ten was timid and small. I chose him because he was the least scary looking of them all, and it still took me four days to touch him. Chris came with me to my labs to watch me reinforce the little critter’s behaviors, and very quickly fell in love. On the last day of my psychology class, I took him home in a Dexter shoe box. And then? Well, see for yourself…
Dexter died today. It’s hard to imagine our lives without him, because we’ve been a threesome now since we were first married. We’ll miss him climbing up our legs to see what we’re eating. We’ll miss the shock he always gave our guests. We’ll miss the piles of food and papers he’d hide under the bed, couch, and bureau. We’ll miss seeing him dart across the kitchen like he was being chased by a monster. We’ll miss his tiny hands. His soft fur. His beady eyes staring back at us. We’ll even miss finding pieces of fabric from Chris’ chewed up pillowcase. Although Dexter’s final resting place is by a tree in the back yard, his memory and the joy he brought will forever reside within our hearts.
Dexter Valentine Nov. 2007 - Feb. 2010
I made this heart wreath with pieces of fabric tied onto two coat hangers.
The buttons were a little tedious, but you might as well do something with your hands while you watch a movie. And no, this isn't going to turn into a craft blog - I was just excited about these. Now I just have to figure out what to make for St. Patrick's Day...
