Way-Back Wednesday

Time for a Way-Back Wednesday.  Since the olympic try-outs are going on . . . .

Arthur and I were in school at BYU when the 2002 Winter Olympics were held in Salt Lake City.  In retrospect, I can't BELIEVE we didn't make time to go up and volunteer or something.  Because how often in a lifetime do you live close enough to the Olympics to be a part of it?!?  But we were both wrapped up in school and trying to juggle classes and work, with being new parents, (Dallin was then just a couple months old,) and in the end, we watched it all on TV like the rest of the world, even though we were only 45 minutes away!

But we did get to see the Olympic torch as it was run right through Provo on a street not far from our apartment.  I was so excited to see the torch that had been passed from runner to runner and had been through so many countries and all over the United States.  So we bundled up and went outside to wait for it's passing.  It was cold, and Dallin was getting cranky.  I held him off as long as I could, hoping that the torch would come any minute.  The torch still didn't come, and Dallin was screaming his tiny little head off.  So finally, I decided to go in and feed him, and hoped the torch wouldn't come while I was inside.  And, of course, it did.

I couldn't find any pictures of the torch actually passing through, so either Arthur didn't take any, or they turned out so horrible I couldn't tell what they were--As you can see, the quality of our camera was rather poor.  That was way back when digital cameras had first come out, and all I can say, is that they have come a LONG way!

Way-Back Wednesday

I'm copying this idea from my sister-in-law.  I think it's so fun to look at old pictures and remember, so hopefully this is the first of many "Way-back Wednesdays" to come, though I have no aspirations of doing them every Wednesday.

This was taken in our first apartment.  I don't remember the name of the complex, but it was in Orem, UT.  There's Arthur surrounded by piles of books and homework and notes.  And behind Arthur is a couch.  You can't miss it--Probably from the 60's--who knows how many times it's been to D.I.?  We lucked out and didn't even have to go to D.I. to get it, because as we were moving in, someone else was moving out and asked us if we wanted that couch since they were just gonna take it back to D.I.  Well, we didn't own a couch, so we gratefully accepted.  It's a beauty, isn't it?  A few months later we moved to an apartment closer to campus and SIGNIFICANTLY smaller--so small that couch wouldn't even fit in the family room.  So we took that couch back to D.I. and picked up another vintage special half the size.  Ah, the joys of being poverty-stricken newly weds.  It's so good for you.