We Got This

Why not celebrate your 2 year anniversary at the Salt Lake County State Fair? I love carnival rides, my Mike loves animals and who DOESN'T enjoy watching pieces of junk make larger pieces of junk out of eachother at a good old fashioned demolition derby. Plus, I preferred it to the skydiving option that at some point I seriously considered...

All I ever really want on my anniversary is to spend time with my sweetheart, what I didn't expect was that this date would be one of the best days we have had together, to date.

Let me paint the picture. Me and He, add a tilt-a-whirl, me laughing my head off, me choking on my gum, me not being able to dislodge my gum because gravity has my head pushed against the back of my seat, finally dislodging, laughing hysterically, tears-from laughing, the husband obeying my commands to "Make it Spin!" Ride ends. Husband looks and me and smiles, "You are such a little girl." Response, "That's why I am so fun to be with at a Carnival."

Up Next, the animals. Mike used to show steers at county fairs and was a faithful member of the FFA. Steers, pigs, chickens, and the cutest baby camel you can imagine all brought on the statement, "This reminds me of when I was a kid, some of the best memories of my life." Don't you love when certain things remind you of when you were a kid? I do. And I LOVE hearing about anything Mike loves from his childhood.

Next, Demolition Derby. AWESOME. We would bet on what cars would win the round, boy were we suprised when the round ended and one of the best entertainers jumped out and removed helmet...a chick. Yes, a chick single handedly demolished five cars. Then of course there was treat-time: candied almonds (I told Mike that Kathy would be proud I was eating almonds...just not candied ones) and a blue raspberry snow cone. Not worth it unless your whole mouth is blue afterwards.

And of course the whole night we Flirted. Like. Crazy.

After two years baby...

We. Still. Got. It.

A New Level of Love

My husband is crazy about me. As he should be. I am his wife. However, yesterday....that level of love (for Mike in particular) reached all sorts of new heights.

Anyone who knows my Mike knows how his second wife is his dirtbike...yes, I get jealous. But no more... as you can see, that dirtbike has NOTHIN' on me.

Now after accomplishing this feat...Mike not only is married to the love of his life...but the wife of his dreams. Your welcome hunny, I am SO glad I didn't die!

I Hope they Call me on a Mission

Oh no, not me...I decided to get married first so I wouldn't have to face that decision...sheesh.


But THIS GUY has decided to dedicate himself to the Lord for two years and teach the people of Argentina, Rosario.

He leaves on Wednesday and this weekend is the last weekend I will spend with him for a while so I thought I would give him a little bit of a shout-out...I mean come on, he is my only LITTLE brother. Who is big, by the way.

Mark, thats his name, you don't mess with him, or you mess with five others. Those five are his older siblings, me included, and trust me...you don't want to mess with THEM.

Mark is the littlest...well I am the littlest, everyone towers over me...Mark is the youngest. Thus, I think it is safe to say we (*THEM) are quite protective, parental, and overly-annoying to him I am sure...but it all boils down to one thing. WE. LOVE. HIM.

Good luck Mark-y, we will miss you!

Out with the Old, In with the New

A month behind, yet suprisingly right on schedule.

Sadly, Blogging more isn't one of my new year resolutions...I know, you are all wondering how THAT didn't make the list.

Here are the changes that inevitably helped ring in our New Year.

1. Hubby wants to enter a dirt bike race, I protest, he enters, he comes home with stitches. I bet you know what four letter phrase I wanted to say...

2. I am jobless...still...the hunt continues.

3. Keeping up our Christmas tree until January (read: yes, I know all you day after Christmas de-decorators, please swallow your disgust, I just have to make up for putting up the tree the week of Christmas) And yes, Stacey and Clinton asked to be in the picture.


4. Braithwaite Biggest Loser: the number one resolution every year, we all know it, we all hate it, we all wish people would stop getting discouraged in February and waiting til January to start again...lets face it, losing weight is a beast. Hubby's family is supporting each other to better health- points, wieigh in's, challenges and all. Thats right, come the end of the year, ya'll will be jealous :)
5. American Idol season 8 begins. My life is whole again.


6. Family enters to be selected as participants for Swiss Days...which means hundreds of crafts we will have to make and hopefully sell...sometimes I wonder what we are thinking.

7. STILL madly in love with this guy.

Happy New Year...at this rate, I will be posting about Valentines Day in June.

Job Hunting

Have you ever been jobless?

It really isn't so bad, until you need to buy some groceries for dinner, or toilet paper, or other neccessities of life and you have no income.

I NEED A JOB...any help? If you know of anyone hiring let me know!

A Leave of Absence

Not that, that means anything. I take spontaneous "leave of absence's" from my blog all the time. But, this time I really DO have a legitimate reason that speaks for itself...FINALS.

Now, no promises that when this "excuse" loses it's validity...I will return to blog world...that would just be ridiculous.

However, in my boredom and break from studying I will break down, "the week that should not be named"...

F- For hours and hours of making study guides, studying the study guides, waiting in line to take a test, and missing out on all the "holiday fun".

I- I would rather be playing.

N- Nasty words. Or napping, which I can't do.

A- Ace a test, or two.

L- Last, fall semester I will have to take finals for.

S- Snow. There was ten feet of it on my car this morning. I wanted to play in it. Instead I was walking through a blizzard to get to School to Study.

I wish I could say the worst is over...but the worst is on Thursday. I used to hate Thursdays because I had piano lessons those days. I thought I had gotten over my rotten stigma of Thursdays...so, Thursday I apologize for loving Friday more than you, you can blame piano lessons and MFHD 451.

TWILIGHT

What do you do when your husband is gone, you are tired of your routine, and need to get out?

You go to Twilight, duh.

But you don't just go at a logical time or wait until the dollar theatres, you go the night it opens at 12:02 am...when you should be sleeping and only dreaming of doing something so ridiculous.

And then when it is over, what do you say about it in your blog?

Nothing, because their are no words...just pictures.

And since pictures are worth a thousand words, I am sure if these pictures were of you the story would look like:

You made awesome shirts, you left at 8 pm (on a school night, what a rebel), drove to West Jordan, tromped around in the freezing cold to find a restaraunt, decided on I-HOP, ordered and scarfed your meal in less than 30 minutes, ran to get in line...but found that there is no line because the theatre is already seating, you are stunned because it is only 9:30 but you run to get your seats with glee, you don't wait in line for popcorn or drinks, you laugh, take a million pictures, pretend like you are 14 again, you are proud to be team Edward, but most of all....

You have fun with people you love and feel rejuvinated that life cuts you a break at 12:02 am to go out and remember that even if you are 21, 28, or beyond staying out until 3 am (which to any married couple...may seem quite torturous considering the immense loss of sleep) and finding some way to kill over 2 hours waiting in a theatre, is NOT SO BORING AFTERALL.

In fact, I think I will do it again.

** I will add more pictures later...problems uploading.