Sunday, August 26, 2012

twelve thousand seven hundred feet

I don’t work out. I bought a gym membership in January and promised myself I was going to get in shape and tone up for our wedding. I got one of those “punch cards” instead of getting a full 6 month membership, because I wanted to “try” out the equipment and location first. Well, my card will probably expire before I get more than one punch. Yes, the day I bought the “membership” was the last time I was there.

All of that said, my husband makes me hike. Too me, that’s more exercise, sweat, and complaining than I could ever get accomplished in a gym.

So let me back up. This weekend, we went camping. Scott has been anticipating this trip for 2 years. This Wyoming campground is small and it’s only open 2 months out of the year. But it’s claim to fame – it is cradled between the mountains at approximately 10,700ft in elevation. Last year it didn’t even open – there was too much snow.


Libby Lake @ Sugarloaf Campground, WY

Gorgeous, huh? Well upon arrival Scott pointed out where we would be hiking Saturday morning. It’s one of those peaks you see in the photo.

The hike was 4 miles round trip and 2000ft of vertical. Granted, I like hikes, I like the outdoors, I love the fresh air – but I like hikes that are half as long and hikes that are mostly horizontal. This was the opposite.  Earlier in the week, he mentioned that we were going to be hiking this weekend. As always, my first question was – how far? When he said 4 miles, I laughed and said, “4 miles one way?” Surprisingly he said no, but he did say we’d be summiting a 12 thousand foot mountain. Maybe you are, but not me – is what I was thinking. Often times, we start hiking and just when you can see the end, I stop! My legs turn to jelly, I get cranky, and I sit on a rock waiting for Scott to return, telling me how amazing it was. This time, it was going to be different. He told me on our drive yesterday, that it would really mean a lot, if I would hike to the top this time – so I did.

Summit Marker - 12,700 feet
Scott's Wifey
(This smile was after I caught my breath, drank a bottle of water and ate a granola bar)
My Mountain Man

On our walk down the mountain I started thinking….What possesses us as humans to put ourselves in danger and walk to the top of a mountain? Climb rocks that could shuffle and cause you to break an ankle? Stand near the edge when you finally make it to the top? Is it the thrill? The adventure? The exercise? The views at the top? I guess it could be all of those things, but for me, it’s none of them. The reason I hike mountains is the smile my husband has on his face when he finally gets to the top. It’s the small encouragements he provides, even when I’m complaining every step of the last eighth of a mile. It’s the photo’s we take while we are standing at the top. And it’s the story we can talk about when it’s all over.

Steeler Nation Hikes Snowy Range Mountains in Wyoming
(Steeler Challenge Photo #5)
Scott claims this is our “Ocean City, Maryland” – anyone who is from my home town will understand this statement. There is a beach in Maryland called Ocean City. You can leave at 5AM from Altoona and arrive at the ocean before noon, and 90% of families go back every. single. year.  According to Scott, we will be coming back here, just as often. I won’t complain. It’s an escape from our everyday routine. The scenery is breathtaking and I get to spend a few days with my dog and husband enjoying life. It’s no ocean, but I guess it second best. 

Other favorites from the weekend:
Our  Moonlit House-on-Wheels
(Insert Creative Caption Here)

Mountain Escape - Snowy Range, WY

Home-made Donuts on Sunday Morning
Bore Family Photo - Redneck Style :)

His new hobby - Timelapses

Until next time, go to the gym (or maybe I should). I will be complaining for the next week about how sore my legs are.

oj.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Our Proposal Story

Shortly after she said YES!

Scott's Version: Nothing says "I love you" like a steak.

How the story really went: It was a random Thursday. July 15th, 2010. I (Kylie) was traveling back to Colorado from a work trip in Atlanta. My flight home was delayed a little over an hour. When I landed, it was late (almost 7PM). I called Scott to tell him I landed safely and that I would just grab dinner on the way home from the airport. He talked me out of it and said, "No I will wait for you, just call me when you are about 20 minutes from the house so it will be ready when you get home." So that is exactly what I did.

When I pulled up to the house, I glanced at my phone and saw that Scott sent me a photo text of Monty, saying that he was excited to see me. I was happy to be home. I walked in dragging my suitcase and bags with me to find a clean house, candles lit, the table set, a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of wine, and my sweet boys (Monty & Scott) greeting me at the door.

Too be honest, I thought nothing of it. Scott can be really sweet from time to time, so I thought this was just one of those really sweet moments for him.

We sat down to a deliciously grilled steak and I began telling Scott about my travels. He was quick to get up and run to the kitchen. I had my back to the kitchen, but I kept on talking. [This is when I later learned, Scott was taking a shot of Captain Morgan to calm his nerves]. He walked back over (as I am still talking with a mouth full of steak) and got down on one knee. As I finish chewing, I looked at him and said, "What are you doing?" -- that's when the ring box came out and he went on with his speech.

I said yes with tears in my eyes. I was completely surprised.

We popped open a bottle of champagne to celebrate and called our family and friends.

Turns out, while my flight was delayed, Scott was practicing his proposal speech with Monty. He took a picture while practicing and that was the picture he sent me while I was driving home.

The moment was perfect. I was in my PJ's. Scott was nervous. It was over a nice dinner and took place in our new home. Monty, was still fairly new to us at the time, and played a big role it. 


The Said Monty Photo

His vs. Her: How We Met

Scott and I made a wedding website for our guests to use as a resource for all of our wedding details and to assist them in planning their vacation to the Rockies. Okay, let me rephrase, Scott did most of the work, I just did the proofreading. He should get most of the credit.

Anyway, one of the pages on our site included stories - stories of how we met, Scotts version and mine; and the story of our proposal. Each story is special to us and although our wedding website will not be active forever, I wanted a place to keep them. I wanted to remember them. I wanted to have them for our kids to read one day. And right here -on my blog - seemed like the perfect location.

Without further ado here is the story of how we met.

Her version:

I met Scott during my 10th grade year of high school (during the BG vs Altoona basketball game to be exact). We spent quite a bit of time together that Summer and usually "double dated" with Jenna Ciambotti and John Siedel. We were young and it was fun.

But as most summer crushes come to an end, so did ours (without one stinkin' kiss, I might add). We went separate ways, found new crushes, and I never heard much about him.

Fast forward to St. Patty's Day 2007.

I had just returned from a Spring Break vacation and was not quite 21. Sitting alone at my house, I receive a phone call from Jenna, telling me, "You will never believe who is at the bar with me! You need to get over here." My curious mind was going in a million directions - but turns out, it was my long lost summer crush, "Scott Bores."

I jumped in my car, snuck into the bar, grabbed a green beer and said hello to my future husband. We quickly discovered we were living less than a block away from each other and didn't waste any time catching up from the previous 5 years.

We hung out for almost an entire year as friends (with a few kisses in between) and finally gave ourselves a "title" during a weekend getaway to Baltimore. Eleven months later he followed his dream and moved to Colorado. Six months after that, I followed my heart and moved with him. We rented an apartment and a year later bought a house. We adopted a dog, we got engaged... and the rest as they say, is history, history still being written.

At Danielle Caracciolo's 16th Birthday Party - Summer 2002

His version:

I met Kylie back in the 10th grade in the great city of Altoona, PA. Since we went to different high schools we didn’t see each other much but spent that summer together. Then… she left me for another guy.

Fast forward 5 years. It is St. Paddy’s days and I’m indulging in green beer at the local pub. I run into one of Kylie's friends and we immediately start reminiscing of that summer we all spent together. After much talk about Kylie we get the brilliant idea of sneaking in that underager (Kylie) into the bar. Enter Kylie… breaking the Law to consume alcoholic beverages with her future husband. I was always told that the best place to meet a classy woman is a bar… a bar on St. Paddy’s day…

I found out that she was living only a block away from the house I was renting in college. This made it very easy to stalk my future wife. The next two years we finished Penn State together and became closer and closer. The time came when college was over and I was ready to leave the great state of Pennsylvania. Heading west was a big hurdle in our relationship. Luckily for this guy… Kylie was crazy enough to follow a guy like me.


As our love story continues, I hope I am always crazy for you. Crazy as I was, the day I met you, the day we met again, and the day I moved 1500 miles away from home for you.

I heart you, Mr. B.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

One Month

Together This Weekend
  • It has been one month since the day we said "I Do"
  • We celebrated in true "Bores" fashion and went camping.
  • Neither of us realized it was one month until this morning.
  • We snuggled when we realized - that seemed like an appropriate reaction.
  • This has been one of the fasted months of my life, or so it seems.
  • Too be honest, not a lot has changed in our daily routine since July 5th.
  • Although, I consciously refer to Scott as my husband, as often as I can. I like the way it sounds.
  • We are still talking and telling stories about our "Wedding Week"
  • We have almost 80 thank you cards to write. I bought the cards, but we haven't taken them out of the box yet.
  • We are still getting wedding cards in the mail and they make me smile every time I walk back from the mailbox.
  • We are still eating left-over cookies from the wedding. I ordered 250 and I think we have 200 left over. We even let Scott's parents take some.
  • We decided to ditch the tradition of freezing a piece of our wedding cake and eating it on our one year anniversary. Instead, we thought ordering the same cake (a fresh one) would be a much better idea.
  • I am already dreaming of where we will travel to celebrate our one year anniversary. Is that too soon?
  • I asked Scott if he had to sum up this last month into a few thoughts what would he say - "A walk in the park" or "Crazy, it's just been a crazy month." Those thoughts seem to contradict each other if you ask me. My translation: Our relationship is a walk in the park and he is crazy in love :)
  • Scott has spent more time with his ring off, than on. He accidently left it at work once, for a whole weekend. I find it on the dresser and counter often. I actually wore it home from our honeymoon. His fingers were too swollen from the humidity, he could get it on, but couldnt take it off. He found a way to take it off and then he put it in the safe for the entire week. My hope is each month he will get more and more used to it. Maybe in a year he will be wearing it on a daily basis.
  • Scott has finally given the Arizona hat a rest and is giving the Penn State one a real chance. Anyone who knows him, should be shocked.
  • I still have yet to change my name legally. I think I will do that next week. It's time I officially become a Bores. I only have 30 days left to do it, according to the County Clerks office.
  • We were able to see several of our wedding photos on Friday before we went camping. I cried. I wish I could relive that day over and over. Even with the rain and hail. Our photographer, my friend, captured the day perfectly.
  • Speaking of photos, we bought a DSLR camera as a wedding gift to ourselves. Scott has been obsessed with it since the day it arrived. I swear he thinks, eats, sleeps and dreams timelapses and video ideas. I might have a professional cinematographer on my hands in a year. Believe me sweetheart, I am your biggest fan.
  • Scott has "Steinbugl'ed" more items in this last month, than I have our entire relationship. Okay, maybe I am exagerating, but it's darn close. Thankfully it hasn't been the said camera above.
  • Our wedding highlight film should be complete by the end of this week. We are both thrilled to see it.
  • Scott agreed to "spring clean" the house with me this Saturday. It's our idea of a date. Is this what happens when you get married?
  • I have had the urge to cook/bake more since being married - this is unusual.
  • I have made Scott's lunch for him more in this last month than I have the entire year. He says a "good wife" would make his lunch. He makes me feel guilty.
  • He doesn't make my lunch.
  • He does make me smile every single day.
  • He gives me a kiss every morning before he leaves for work.
  • I enjoy being a wife. His wife.
  • I think Scott enjoys being a husband. My husband.
  • He is making us dinner right now - a breakfast dinner. The smell of eggs and bacon greese are lingering up to my office. He just brought me a little sausage to eat while I type. What a sweet kid.

Happy one month anniversary, husband. I hope every month is as good (or better) than the first. I love you today. Tomorrow. & every day.

Mr. & Mrs. Bores

Off to celebrate the beginning of month two.

Cheers. xo.
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