So I did a little research into the history of the snow snail. Apparently was just a little idea my dad had once and we liked it so much that we continued to make them when snow conditions were just right. "Just right" means the snow is sticky and rolls up like a cinnamon roll- you can see the layers from the side. That give it a snail shell appearance. My mom sent me these pictures of a snow snail we built in the early '80s. I am the charming young girl in the brown coat. The hottie in the blue snow hat is my mom. She's stunning isn't she? The little red guy is my brother Ryan (I almost typed 'Dylan' there. How Freudian am I?). My dad appears in the top photo along with some neighborhood kid who wanted to join in the fun. I know that somewhere there's a picture that includes my sister. Unless she was at the roller skating rink that day. hee hee.
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...

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