So... we got married

 Yup, finally got hitched. And I have to say it has been great and perfect and I am totally cheesy. Tom was definitely worth waiting for.

Warning.... Picture OVERLOAD

14 days

Once upon a time I met a boy named Tom.  And we decided to get married. The end.



Just kidding. This is how I knew we were meant to be:

~ we talked about poop on our first date

~ he was an adorable fat sumo baby


~ we make fun of each other and like it


~ He helps me muck stalls



~ He does nice things for me without be asked to


~ he is spiritual but still swears

~ he makes me laugh




~ he bought me a goat for my birthday (unbeknownst to him - a PREGNANT goat)



~ he likes my dogs (or pretends to)




~ he saw my obese mission pictures and knows I have F. P. (fat potential) and doesn't care


~ he is manly


~ has the same dreams as me to live in the country on a farm



He is my favorite person.

Ok. You can go barf now due to the cheese factor.

Current wish list

In random order:

New cowboy boots....mine have pretty much bit the dust...

a comfy down comforter - my dogs would dirty it up in 0.2 seconds




Those adorable Sorel boots...




This paint sprayer..... oh i would love it



Those Rock Revival pants



This hot water bottle....had one on my mission and loved it!! GREAT way to save on heating your house.




A vacation...to anywhere....


 

Stuff that makes me smile today

 

My older sister used to have this hanging on her ceiling...

The truth about marriage??

Just plain adorable




Is this my future?




The good 'ol days....





Biggest fear:








Looks comfy





Ode to an ex roommate




Can I have this puppy?

Lately:

• went on a blind date with a guy who awkwardly told me he had an prosthetic testical within the first hour of our date - but not to worry cuz it was a size 4....

• got bucked off my horse and wanted to die from pain... but remembered that whenever you get bucked off, you get right back on even when it hurts! I've been bucked off many horses - literal and metaphorical - in my life.
  
  
  

• made my mom ride her bike with my dog in the basket. Think of the tune from the Wizard of Oz  where the mean aunt rides her bike to. 

•  have been working in my garden a lot

• started making fun Halloween crafts....last year I was anti-holiday. This year I'm feeling more festive.

• Found this picture from my mission and it made my heart ache to see those people again.

• Went to the state fair and saw goats in love

• Reupholstered a rocking chair with my sister. Should we Paint it or leave it?

                                  Before                             

After

 





updates

I updated the family history blog...

http://whoweareandwherewecamefrom.blogspot.com/

My favorite picture

This is me and Anne-Marie in 1998 on the morning we left for a Pioneer Trek. If anyone reads this that doesn't know what that is, a pioneer trek is basically a re-enactment of the migration of Mormons to Salt Lake City, Utah from all over the world in the 1850-60's. Theyused handcarts to transport their belongings.  To help youth in the church appreciate the pioneer heritage more, churches get youth groups together and they dress in pioneer clothing and pull/push a handcart  for a few days and live as they would have back then. 

 As noted in the above picture, neither I nor my sister were too excited to go. They were dividing up the youth and putting them into various families with people we didn't know. Our ward was the only ward in our stake that went to a different school than the rest- so we hardley knew anyone in our stake. Both Ree and I were shy at this point in our lives and we didn't want to meet knew people. :)

The leaders were really strict on not letting us take anything that had modern theme to it - such as deodorant, toothpaste, gum, etc. They even went through our bags and discarded anything that was. My friend hid deodorant in her bra and we would meet up to hurry and put it on while hiding in the woods  like it was a felony. I remember seeing Anne-Marie from afar a few times. I think during the whole trek she had gone to her "happy place" in her head. I remember seeing her staring off into nothing, perhaps even rocking back and forth at some point.  At the beginning of the trek, she had a french braid in her thick hair and by the end of the trek, that french braid was still intact - by maybe 3 strands and she slightly looked like she had been lost in the wilderness for a month. 

Fast forward to today. My dad just recently went on a Pioneer Trek with the youth of his ward. And I was jealous.  Jealous of what I once thought was utter torture! I think it would be really fun to go now, especially because of my interest in my family history. I have become old.

The end.