Holy Shit.

I love scary movies. I always have. The reason I love them, is because sometimes they really scare me, and the feeling of being scared is kinda fun. Kinda, sometimes.

Since it's awesome October, it's the season for scary movies. I've been watching a ton of them. John's a huge fan of them, so he's been getting me up to speed on many that I've missed. When we watch them together, it's fun, the being scared part. Cause I get this big strong man to hang on to me, hold my hand and cover my eyes when I need him too. Watching them at home, all alone, on a dark windy night is a completely different story.

My dear friend Adrianna recommened I see "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". Okay, maybe she didn't recommend it, but she did say that it scared her, so I decided to check it out. Alone. On a dark windy night. All by myself alone.

So here I am. In my condo, feeling a little spooked out by the movie, but not slasher movie scared, but just creeped. I'm about half way through the movie and at the point where I'm jumpy. Yes, the wind outside or the sound of my neighbors walking around is causing me to suspect demons, not 64 year old women nextdoor.

And then I get up to make myself a snack, or a cup of tea or something. I can still see my TV from the kitchen, and as I watch I realize that the woman in the movie is also alone at home and in her kitchen at night. I also realize that we have the same glasses and that we are doing pretty much the same things. She has a demon in her house, and her power stops working. Then my DVD stops working. Holy shit.

Yeah. Um, I got pretty damn freaked out at that point. I though about getting in my car and driving right over to John's house, but then realized that's just what the scary movies want me to do. Go to my scary garage, drive out into the windy night and run out of gas along the way or have the demon attack me in the car on a dark deserted road or something. No, I wasn't going to be that horror movie chick.

Instead I turned on Bridget Jones to clear my head and slept with a loaded .22 within reach. Cause demons totally die when you shoot them and what demon will attack when you combine Colin Firth and Huge Grant in a charming British film? I dare them.

I tried the DVD in the morning while I was riding my exercise bike. It was just horribly scratched. By the claws of what, I guess we'll never know... Ah hah hah hah!!!!

Margaritas, Elephants, Monsters and Storms.

I love this time of the year. There's something about the air turning cooler, the leaves lighting up with the colors of fire and then falling down gently from the trees to create blankets of yellow and orange on the streets and the sidewalks. Crunchy yellow blankets. I love it.

This weekend was just one of those perfect cozy, wonderful weekends. Friday night I had a fantastic night with the girls. We ate bad for us food, drank margaritas and watched Mama Mia. Twice. Once we figured out that we weren't on sing-a-long mode on the DVD 1/2 way through the movie, we had to go back after it was over and sing those song we didn't know the words too. I mean, come on! That and we had to watch the part with the boys in small swim suits and flippers at least 5 more times as I squeeled with delight. Literally. Ask them.

Saturday Nat, Harvey and I went and hiked "Elephant Rock" in Bountiful. Otherwise known as the Mueller Park Trail, but us Bountiful natives know it's true name. I hadn't done that hike in years and it was excellent. It helped me work off the maragita fog I was still in and the colors were amazing! The trees cause me to stop at multiple points and just stare at them. I learned to stop after trying to look at them and walk at the same time. It's impossible.

Saturday night John and I curled up with movies and stayed in. I love weekend nights in. We snuggled up and ate halloween candy and watched LOST. I've seen it all, but he's just catching the bug. I love that show. Sunday morning John went and bought all the fixin's for a great french toast breakfast as I slept in until 11am. What a kick ass boyfriend I have!! We ended up staying in all day, going to the grocery store for dinner fixin's and buying pumpkins for carvin! It was his idea, and it was so much fun. I haven't done that in years. We watched "Carrie" as we carved and drank from creepy skull cups I bought at Smiths' for .89 cents.

All in all it was a cozy happy weekend. As we tried to ignore the alarm going off at 6 am this morning we heard the thunder and the rain and saw the lightening. It only lasted for 10 minutes, but just lended that perfect topping to the weekend. Mmmm.... I love October. Does it really have to end?

We conquered.

Last weekend my NY'er and I headed south for a weekend of fun in Utah's Dixie! Yes, Dixie, it fits if you meet some of the locals.

It was an amazing weekend, full of sun, rednecks, polygamists, ghost towns, good food and hiking (the NY'er started to question his choice in a girlfriend as I dragged him up switchback after switchback in the 100 degree desert sun).

I've been to this part of Utah countless times and each time I'm filled with a sense of belonging there. I don't know what it is about those awesome Southern Utah mountains, red dirt and green trees, but I can't get enough of it. I guess I'm just a wild west desert lovin' girl. This trip was even better though, because the NY'er had never been here. I've talked it up like crazy, but it more than lived up to my talk. He was in awe. We literally ran out of time to do everything we wanted to, the sign of an excellent vacation.

As always Zion's was magical, but this time full of Big Horn Sheep to hike with. The ghost town of Grafton was wonderfully creepy, Cafe Rio is open on Sunday, Polygamists hang out at Maverick, and tourists are as always entertaining as hell. Mmm...it's hard to be back, but good to know it's still as kick ass as always in my favorite part of the Beehave State.