We're moving! No more Nampa! It's all going down on Oct. 25th.

We're headed to Boise. B-town. The C.O.T.

Our new home is the Reflections apartment complex. Full sized gymnasium! Work out facilities! Swimming pools! Free cable! And, the major selling point: free use of their tanning beds. Seriously.

Dani and I have decided to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year. I signed up a few years ago, but have never actually completed it. It should be a blast. For those that don't know about NaNoWriMo, I'd encourage you to check out http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/whatisnano.

Essentially, the idea is to write a novel (50,000 words) in a month's time. That month is November. You don't get anything for "winning" but a cool printable certificate and the pride of calling yourself a novelist.

I'm going to try to figure out how to put some cool widgets in the sidebar with our progress. If there are any aspiring writers in our presence (cough*Melanie*cough), perhaps they would like to try as well?

This past weekend was the Disc Golf Idaho State Doubles Championship. We were pretty pumped. We probably shouldn't have been. Look, we didn't care about placing, okay? We just wanted to have a good time, throw some frisbees, and make fun of some hairy backed dudes. We managed to pull this off with a 50% success rate.


This is Dani preparing for Day 1. She's foaming at the mouth, hungry for competition.

On Day one, there were two formats. First: Best Disc. Both team members play the hole, but only records the best score. Sounds easy enough, and it was. Dani and I both played quite well, and ended up twelve over par. This isn't too bad considering the course was made longer and much more difficult by the tournament director.

Second format: Worst shot. This sucked. I mean sucked. I mean really really sucked. It works like this; both team members tee off, and the opposing team gets to pick which shot you are forced to throw from next. Repeat this process every throw, ad nauseum. So you're always throwing from your worst shot, get it? Well, we had some really bad shots, and it got frustrating really fast. Dani was killing infants, seriously. Okay, well she would have if there were infants. We shot a 119, par for the course was 63. Ouch. Oh yeah, and I lost three discs to reeds and water hazards.


Us on hole thirteen, after Luke had just come out of the river, searching for his lost driver.

Okay, time to recuperate. So we didn't shoot so well, so what? We still have another days worth of action, we're still in this thing. Truth be told, neither of us wanted to come back for more pummeling, but we convinced each other it was for the best.

So day two. First format: Best shot. Same concept as worst shot, only instead of our opponents picking the worst shot, we were able to choose our best shot to throw from. It went very well, we improved on our previous score and shot a 73.


The player's table after the first format. The land of lost and found discs. Mine never made it here.

Last time 'round: Alternating shots. Plays like it says, we take turns throwing from the tee to the hole. Again, we sucked it up. Which all in all, wasn't bad, but then grumpy moods found their way onto hole 16, and our afternoon was all downhill from there.

Overall, I'm not sure Dani would ever do another competition that includes the worst shot format. I'm with her. But you'll hear more from us, or at least from me. We're frolfing maniacs. Besides, each evening was capped off with yummy food and beverage (thanks Stans! Best hot dogs in the northwest) and some episodes of The Office. There are worse fates.

Dani and I (Team Word Nerd) will be competing in the annual Idaho State Doubles Disc Golf Championship this weekend at Ann Morrison Park. There will be water bottles, metal baskets, and shirtless hairy dudes galore.

Needless to say, it's a rockin' weekend. We will fully document our weekend flinging fantastic frisbees, frivolously on Faeb's Faebles.

Also expect muchos blogging action this weekend. Promise.

I'm big on DIY projects. Recycling tickles my creative fancy as well. So it's easy to see how I've been busy the last two months with an assortment of endeavors. First I pilfered through Luke's unworn t-shirts. Next, I feverishly began seam ripping, button borrowing, and the likes. Did I forget to mention that I finally got my sewing machine? It works charmingly. Here are a few examples of shirts that I gave new life to. (A great amount of credit should go to the book of inspiration and instruction, 108 Ways to Transform a T-shirt.)

This was my first try. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out, considering I never wore either of t-shirts before they combined for this tube top number.


Numero 2. Its a peel to get on and off and its much more formal then I was anticipating, but all the same. The sash and neck were cut from a pair of gray slacks with very thin blue stripes.



First game of the 2008 BSU football season required our presence and our support via Bronco gear. So I borrowed a thing or two and made my own. I also made a matching head band to go with it. It took the whole day before the game, (Luke never blamed me for us getting sky high seats, but it was I who made us late because of my project.)

Next I took two of his t-shirts and fused them into a comfy and stylish tote. The handles are crisscrossed (I'm not sure how I feel about that look, but oh well) and had to be reinforced to prevent excessive sagging. I sewed a t-shirt front pocket (not shown here) on the inside as a selective compartment.


Just two days ago I decided to turn a t-shirt into a skirt. And this is the result. Its very VERY fitting, but uber uber comfortable.




My favorite project yet. I found a pattern on the internet and then measured,drew, and cut it out myself. Again I used two of Luke's old dress shirts for the outside and lining fabric. The button is one that I covered myself and attaches to the bag via velcro. Very cute. Very cute. It attended the Bronco game with me too.




Also, Luke would like me to tell all you viewers out there, that he has not been slacking as you probably assumed, but instead has been working day in and day out on his new Mac, in iMOvie to share more delightful details of our most recent happenings. Please, be patient with him, for he knows not what he's doing. That's not true, he does, it just takes some poking and prodding around the new program to create a work of art. Did I mention that he refers to his computer by first name, and also cites it as his new best friend?