Clark County Fair

Robert and I are small town folk. He’s from Nevada, I’m from Utah. And we love our small towns. Not the kind of love that would want us to move back to either of those small towns we grew up in. But one day I think we’ll find our own small town to live in.

Robert has been wanting me to go to the Clark County Fair since I’ve met him. In fact, he’s wanted my entire family to go.

Story:

When Robert and I were still dating in January of 2014 we went to my parents house for a few days to hang out. My parents took us to a local diner to eat. While we were waiting for our food to arrive Robert had this conversation with them.

Robert: “What are you guys doing the second week of April?”
My parents: (smile nervously, excitement gleam in their eyes.)
Robert: “Because my town has a huge fair every year. It’s the Clark County Fair.”
My parents: (Still smiling, looking confused.)
Robert: “You guys should go. I think you would love it. My favorite thing is the pig races.”
My Parents:(Looking disappointed)
Robert: “They have funnel cake”
My Parents: “A fair, huh?”
Me: (Smiling)
My Parents: “Yeah…maybe”
Robert: (Smiling) “Cool”

Later I pulled Robert aside and told him they thought he was asking if they were busy because he wanted to get married that day. After thinking back on the conversation, he thought. Yeah…yeah they were.

So back to the Clark County Fair. We actually couldn’t go last year because we were engaged and had to work. Ya know, savin’ money to wed and such.

This year Robert had a few days off f rom work and spring break in school. We desperately wanted to get out of Utah to the heat. We drove to Mesquite and spent the night. The next day we went to the Clark County Fair in Logandale.

Now, I’ve been to a few fairs in my day. I’ve never seen one so large.

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Hoover Dam Tour

Robert had made plans to go on a canyoneering trip in Zion’s with his friends March 17th. That same weekend there was going to be a family reunion for my great grandma’s side. I guess my great great great uncle helped build the Hoover Dam. When he passed away last November he was the oldest survivor of the dam builders.

TeAnna and I decided it would be the perfect getaway. We didn’t really know what to expect. There were too many dam jokes to count and we had a dam good time. The Hoover Dam was really cool. The best part of the dam was hearing family members, whom I’ve never met, talk about my great great great uncle help build the dam.

The dam was part of President Hoovers initiative to help lower unemployment after The Great Depression. My uncle was one of the highest paid men. He operated the crane and made $1.25 a day.


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Trying to Cope After the Loss of a Loved One

I’ve been sitting in a numb shock for hours. Suddenly work or the plans I made for the day don’t matter anymore. People matter. This past year I’ve had a lot of friends lose parents or children to sudden incidents or unknown illnesses and every single time I hear of their loss my entire body goes numb.

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Homemade Trail Mix

I have the tastebuds of an old man. I love nuts, I love dark chocolate, I love black licorice and I love popcorn. Trail mix is one of my favorite snacks. It’s healthy, crunchy, sweet, and salty. I like making my own trail mix because I know what’s in it. I put what I like in it, and it’s cheaper. I buy my ingredients at Winco in the bulk isles, but you can buy them anywhere.

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Life Update

–I’ve been really sick lately and have taken quite a few sick days. And when I say sick I mean the worst cold for days and 3 jumbo cold sores taking over my bottom lip. Like, I had to wear a mask at the doctor’s office, sick. I love this post below because I have felt an immense fear of not being busy while taking sick days. I thought people would get mad at me or they would judge me. Then I realized that it doesn’t matter what “they” think. I need to take care of myself and it’s okay to not be busy all.of.the.freaking.time.


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My Most Embarrassing Moment

My most embarrassing moment happened to me when I was in high school.

It was my senior year. My best friend Karli and I procrastinated taking our last PE class until our final year of high school because We weren’t the “athletic” type and we did not participate in any sports, we HAD to take PE. We soon realized the class was full of people who liked to take PE. The “athletic” type. I still remember our teacher making us do basketball drills, we were in PE class with the entire girls basketball team and the basketball coach was our teacher. And there Karli and I were…dribbling…and attempting to roll basketballs behind our back without letting them fall.


This is Karli and me right after graduation. We look really athletic because we were at a baseball game, but we had no idea what was even going on. I just liked the cute pink hat.
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My Mom Taught Me How to Cook

If you’ve read my new about me page, then you know that one of mine and Robert’s dreams is to live in a small town and open a bakery. We are completely serious about this. I’ve loved cooking my entire life. Everything I know I learned from my mom. My mom taught me how to cook; she made the best food.

After she passed away, we had sweet neighbors deliver meal after meal to us. It was a kind gesture and helped so much, but we didn’t cook a real meal for ourselves for months. I distinctly remember the first meal we made–it was tacos. We browned the ground beef and added the onions and seasonings. We chopped lettuce and tomatoes. I walked out of the kitchen at one point and remember that as I walked back into the kitchen the aroma of food filled my lungs and I started crying. I missed the smell of home cooked food.

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MyFitnessPal, More like (Not) MyFitnessPal

Robert and I are the typical Mormon newlyweds. Much to our demise we gained the newlywed fifteen… so we thought. When we weighed ourselves it was more like the newlywed twenty-forty. We are so excited for summer, we love hiking and being outdoors. When we hit the tipping “point” we knew we needed to do something about it. We didn’t want to cut out any food, we just wanted to eat in moderation. Now we are addicted to the MyFitnessPal app. At first there was nothing very pal-like about it. Basically, the app was like, “Yo Krystal! You wanna eat that double double animal style? If you do you can’t eat anything else the rest of the day or you have to move your a** at the gym.” And I was like, “You’re not a pal, you’re the worst pal I’ve ever had!”


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Nevada

Over the long MLK weekend Robert and I, plus some of the Rasmussen’s went down to St. George to help my eldest brother move. On Saturday LaRea, my Dad, Robert, and I went into Nevada to explore where my homeboy grew up. We went through some slot canyons, saw Red Rock, went to the Indian Museum, and ate ice cream. It was really cool to see where he grew up. Like me, he grew up in a small town. He would campout with his friends, swim in the reservoir, and learned how to repel. The town helped raise him.

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