A Little Bit of Pleasure

Some of you are probably wondering what way cool people like me and the husband do in our free time. Well, we CLEARLY do many awesome things. Such as:

Read Fantastic books














We have really been on a book kick lately. Ches can't seem to put them down. We have a very solid routine of me going to bed abominably early, and he sits in bed next to be and reads. He has been through several books in the last few months. I look on at him in envy as I have very little spare time to read for my own pleasure. But, I became jealous enough that I did something about it. I now MAKE my own time for pleasure reading by neglecting my studies. It is fabulous and incredibly worth it.


We also laugh gleefully while watching:

This show is THE BOMB! Forget all those other shows people think are neat these days. This show has everything a viewer needs to leave satisfied...even though you don't really leave when it's over because you're watching it from your own couch...It has suspense, laughter, cars, crime, civil war reenactments, and extremely attractive men. It is neat. That is all.

I have started going to the gym:
Which means I am going to be one buff babe. I may or may not have a complex about being that couple with a small husband and a large wife. So whether I do or not has nothing to do with the fact that I all of the sudden have a love for the treadmill.


Husband goes to Salt Lake to express his colorful side:


Paintball is his passion. He's like a little kid playing Cops and Robbers when he comes home from practice and tells me how everything went down. Seeing the battle wounds is also always a good time. That is where the fun comes in for me. His latest his was smack dab right in the middle of his forehead. It left a beautiful round red bruise.

And other than that, we just like to spend a lot of time together. I am trying to get better at being one of those cool wives to carries a camera, so we can take pictures more often, and I can share what is actually going on!

We are loving life. I like Husband a little bit too.

Availability is a beast

My co-worker Lacy (who is pictured below. I labeled the picture for reader/viewer convenience. I was not pictured in the picture) and I were talking today about the woe of being hungry while you are on campus. This situation is woeful in our estimation for two reasons. (One reason being much more substantial than the other)

Reason #1: I didn't have enough forsight to pack a lunch....even though I was abominably hungry at this exact same time yesterday and had no food then either. The only option we have to amend the lack of food is to purchase something from one of the outrageously overpriced food markets in the Taggart Student Center (They charge $2.50 for a slice of bread with a tomato on it! Bollucks!). Often our most hungry hour is within an hour of when we will be returning to our humble college student abodes. We shall wait to raid our cupboards.

Reason #2: Upon the thought of these, our very own cupboards of storage that we have, we realize that there is nothing to eat. We are hungry at school, we are hungry walking home from school, we are hungry while we stare at the corner of the cheese packet that came from our last box of mac-n-cheese that we made yesterday and carelessly tore and threw back in the cupboard instead of the garbage. Sigh. We. Are. Endlessly. Hungered. Woe is us.

No One Reads These Things Anyway....

And That is what I'm thinking about.

My Vast Experience Has So Far Concluded...

1. Sleeping in someone's arms feels oober nice and secure, but the actual sleeping part becomes more difficult with someone latched to you.

2. In consideration of #1, I'd rather sleep less than not be latched on to.

3. I think I can just deal with the toilet seat being left up.


4. Tithing = very very very very huge blessing


5. Splitting time between families is hard. You either get all time with one, and none with the other, or not enough with both.

6. I find myself counting down hours then minutes to when he gets off work, and sometimes I sleep to make it go faster.


7. Because of work, I see my husband a lot less than I saw my boyfriend , but I like to think that the time spent means more and more.


8. Although not being able to drive my own car bites, it is REALLY nice that he drives everywhere.

9. You don't have to be the lame disappearing married couple. Single people can still be good friends!

10. Sometime I've really got to learn to be less concerned about myself.

11. It IS possible to act like newlyweds you're entire life. An old man told me so.

Cliche = Truth= Best Day of My Life

Luckily our photographers made us appear highly attractive....

Because although we are genuinely happy....

We are also genuinely special....

and highly awesome.

This is just a SA-WEET picture.

Chuck Taylor = Best Man

My dress made me a babe, and well....he was my James Bond even before the bow tie.

THEY'RE HUGE!

Do you think anyone will notice if I casually stick my finger up your nose?

wind + lip gloss = hair stuck to mouth

I got your back babe

Now I got your back so much that my face is on it

My flowers smell looooovelyyyy, as well as look incredible

This is our most graceful dip-kiss yet. Yesssssssss.

He makes me laugh. I love it. Life is good.

Okay. Let's be honest. He is so attractive that it hurts. You know it does. I need an aspirin too.

"Goooood day Sunshine!"

We've got a long, wonderful way to go.
Not a bad view either. Wink.