The most legit cookies you will ever make

We are healthy people.
We are.
Promise.
Exxccepppt...
don't you think weekends are an ideal time for non-healthy items to please your palette? {The answer is yes.} Now that we have cleared that up, let me share the easiest, most delicious recipe you will ever make. Notice how all my recipes are easy. I may be able to ace an English exam, but cooking has just got-to-be simple. And gosh, you have probably already made these because mostly everyone knows how to make cookies out of a cake. Don't burst my bubble here, k? Thanks.
And yes, you better make it. On a weekend. Or during the week. Unless you are like us and you pretend to be healthy but then over-indulge {just a tad} Friday through Sunday. Anyway...here ya go. You're welcome.

1 chocolate cake mix
1 Egg
1 Stick butter
2 tbs. water
However many butterscotch chips you have

Mix. Place on pan. Bake at 350 for exactly 10 minutes.
Die and go to Heaven.

If done properly, you will mostly likely turn your kitchen into a Subway bakery.
{Minus the sandwiches.}

Perks of an industrious life

Well gosh. You'd think I had forgotten all about blogland. And I almost have.
We have been burning the candle at both ends I tell ya...like 23.9 hours a day. Almost.
But let me tell you a few perks in the Hansen life.
We just got one of these little babies...Who knew that a two-inch-thick piece of heaven-on-earth could change your life? Not us. If I were you, I would get your little buns over to Overstock and order yourself a Serta. You'll be sleeping like a baby from day one. Promise.

We are being studious little scholars... and it is paying off. In fact, Ty studied like a madman and got an excelente grade on his test yesterday. Meanwhile, I am checking out the window at nine o'clock wondering if he got lost on his way home. He is a studyin' fool, that man.

We are living on dinners that can be made in 15 minutes or less. No kidding...did you know there are thousands of things you can make in that time frame? Macaroni, fish sticks, tacos, a trip to Little Ceasars, steak! (Yes, I know. Phenomenal.) Need I go on?

And...duh-duh-duh....we have a fabulous Memorial Day Weekend planned. There will be a lot of fishing. A lot of driving. A lot of these...

And a-lot of partaying (yes, that's a word) at my friend's bridal shower. It's gonna be funnnn.

Things to love about BYU-I. Yes, there are some.

I know some of you are ashamed of this quaint little college nestled in the ever-so-flat-and-windy land of southeast Idaho, but I am here to tell you we are not. Want to know why? Good, 'cause I am gonna tell you---believe it or not---there are a few things we simply adore about Rexburg.

1. You can leave your laptop and any other valuable out in the wide open and run to the bathroom, comforted with the knowledge that it will most assuredly be there when you get back.
2. The parking man here will unlock your car for free when you lock your keys in it. Yet again. I am seriously in love with those men in the cop-looking outfits. {I'm not sure if they are real cops though.}
3. G's Dairy. And their friendly service to the Hansens. Yes, I am positive they recognize us now. And you know what, they never judge us for the disgusting amount of ice cream that it takes for us to make it through the week.
4. You never have to worry about seeing bum cracks or cleavage or anything other disgusting body part that usually hangs out on a college campus.
5. There is food everywhere. Ward party? Food. Work? Food. Classroom presentation? Food. Not even kidding, it's your own fault if you're malnourished around here.
6. Everyone pretty much behaves themselves. For the most part. Although, we did get a good laugh out of the campus newspaper last week when on the front page it said: "BYU-I Student Charged with Misdemeanors." Big deal. I know. We may or may not be living in a little bit of a bubble. Don't judge us.
7. Flag football. And that it is a most wholesome recreational activity (even starting every game with a prayer), yet it is not uncommon for a slight shedding of blood and tears. Our strategy is basically to just get in the way as much as you can and then when the ref calls ya on it, you just say "Hey! She ran into meeeee." And that ref can't deny it. 'Cause he knows it's true.
8. One more thing I love. You know when you go to the store to buy one thing really really quick and make a dash for the checkout, but that one person with two cartloads of junkfood usually takes the liberty of racing you there? Yeah, usually in Rexburg that person sees that you only have one tiny tube of toothpaste in your hand and they say "You go ahead. You don't have much there."
9. That beautiful white temple on the hill. My favorite thing to look up and see everyday. A sweet reminder of my wedding day.
See, it's not soooo bad, is it?

The curse has been broken

I don't know if any of you will realize what a big deal this is. You see, in all the 130842 times Tyler and I have been fishing together, we have never {never!} caught a fish. Except for that one time when we fished all day, and then I walked across the road to take a picture or two and Ty just "so happened" to catch two fish in those five minutes...but he had thrown them back before I got there. Apparently he tried calling my name but I was being deaf off in the woods and I couldn't hear him. Does that sound fishy to you? Yeah, me too. There is no proof of that one.
BUT
there is proof of this one. Actually two.
And even though our fish only weighed one pound each, I think I can safely say that was one of the happiest moments in this marriage so far. {Is that ridiculous?}
Maybe.
But, that man is a fisherman, I tell ya. He gutted them and everything right there on the bank. {That's when us girls just stand back and act like we don't know how to perform such a skilled act of bravery.}




P.S. Wendy, our good luck charm, is now forever invited to go fishing with us. Not that we are superstitious or anything. We just need her.

I would like everyone to note that it is 7 am.

It is a sad thing when you arrive at your class forty five minutes early and you have to sit outside and look like one of those obnoxious diligent students who just can't wait to learn. Lemme just tell ya why this is happening today.
There is a little pattern occurring in the Hansen household.
You see, the husband is a major morning person. {Can you already see the problem here?} And the wife is not. He jumps right out of bed and sings from the SpaceJam soundtrack while in the shower, and then comes and tells me to "wakey wakey." {that's never been one of my favorites} Then he hums and whistles around the house until I am ready to go. Serious. There has never been a happier soul at such an awful hour.
Since his little car is currently having a mental health week, I have to take him to school.
And aren't we lucky--he has to be there at seven am.
All morning he is happy and lovey and I am grouchy and irritated. Isn't that awful of me? I feel bad about it, believe me I do. At about ten o'clock When my brain finally wakes up. I start to feel guilty for being grouchy and irritated so I send him a nice little text about it. And you know what? Every morning that makes up for it.
Isn't that sweet?
Tomorrow I am gonna get up before him and belt out some ABBA from the shower.
What is he gonna think of that?

Need a Laugh?

K so I have nothing funny/noteworthy to say today except that you should check out this blog. It is hilarious. These two planned that fabulous wedding I had about three months ago, and they had us laughing the entire time. They call themselves the "do it all divas..." a name that is extremely self-explanatory. Also, it is one of the diva's birthday today, so leave Bridget some love!