I'm Dreaming of a Wet, NO White Christmas

So it kind of wimpy snowed for a minute last night, but has been raining and severely windy here today, and finally starting snowing tonight!


We had a wonderful Christmas Eve with my family last night...fondue....stories... inappropriate silliness! We got a late start, but it was fun and all that, nonetheless.

We got home around midnight, and turned on A Christmas Story. About and hour into it we decided we would open presents!

Matt got:

*AT&T Samsung Eternity (touchscreen wonder-phone...and has been totally engrossed in playing with it ALL day long! Last night I had to make him put it down to go to sleep!!!)
*new parts for his shaver
*skull candy headphones
*a wallet
*slippers (from Clinton)
*a shirt (from the Nambas)
*hat & gloves (from Ma)


Brianna got:

*a wool jacket
*a blue sweater
*mini space heater for work
*lavendar eye mask
*wireless keyboard & mouse
*(and the books from previous post)
*a yellow sweater (from Betty)
*cute shirts (from the Nambas)
*card games and lip stuff (from Ma)


Here's some pictures of our first married Christmas:

Apparently Matt Agrees (Ha!)

Matt just made me open 2 of my presents! I think he agrees with me :) I can't let him open any of his, because while I spoiled him, it's only in a few packages. So now we have the same amount of presents under the tree!

I got:



and




He noticed I haven't been reading anything lately, so he wanted me to have them early anyway. I asked for books, but didn't give him much guidance...he was clever enough to find my "to-read" bookshelf at goodreads.com

Enjoy it While it Lasts

I must admit that while we have lived together, we sometimes want to do Christmas early. Last year, we opened gifts on Christmas Eve (it was after midnight, so don't chastise too much). Matt commented last night about wanting me to open one of my presents early. I contemplated it for a minute and decided against it, although I was severely tempted! I was also tempted to have him open one of his that I'm excited for him to have!

It got me thinking....we have to enjoy the spoils of being grown adults without children, while we can. Because....once we have kids, we won't be able to cheat on things like Christmas presents. Rather, we will have to be the enforcers of patience and rules!

(as I glance towards the pile of presents under the tree)

Love Notes

Matt leaves me love notes in my wallet sometimes, and I received one this week. (When we were dating he'd leave poems on my car, in the handle or under the windshield wiper)

I also received a love note on the porch in the snow:

(his nickname for me is "IckyGirl")

Hope for Health

So I know I didn't give much for follow-up about my tonsils...but let's face it....it's not the most appealing subject.

I will be having surgery in January, in which they will remove my tonsils, as well as fix my septum, and remove some cysts from my sinuses. It will be a painful and upleasant recovery, but my awesome husband assures me he'll take good care of me.

I hope that after all this, I will be healthier. That I will have more energy from not being consistently sick.

Tradition

One of my favorite things about this time of year is the traditions. I love that my family gathers for fondue, stories, and silliness every Christmas Eve at my Mother's. I love opening that one gift on Christmas Eve. All the little traditions too!

We spent that last week or so, looking for a glass globe "Our First Christmas" ornament. We both have memories of the old ornaments hung on our parents' trees. We searched every place we could think of (without ordering online) and couldnt' find one. I guess they don't make the glass ones much anymore, for safety purposes. We eventually found a cute ceramic one, with 2 snowmen holding an "Our First Christmas" banner, with a snowflake dangling from that, on it "2008". Yearly ornaments is bound to be one of our traditions, but who doesn't do that?

In the seven years I've known Matt, we've gone to Temple Square to see the lights. Last year of course, was the most memorable, because of his proposal. We decided that we will go there every year to get a picture in front of the tree on Main Street (and we'll try to go on the exact day, as we did this year). OUR tradition. Someday our kids will ask why we have to do this every year and we'll explain to them that this is where our little family started, on a cold night December 14, 2007, when daddy asked mommy to marry him, and she said yes! (sappy...yes...but nostalgic)

So here's our 2008 picture, taken, kindly enough, by President Strickland.

Here are some other beautiful shots, including the new nativity scene on the Main Street display:

Yeah, you on the phone in the next lane…

AT THE RED LIGHT!

(WARNING: expletives are used in the post to follow and severe use of sarcasm, read at your own risk)

Don’t give me that dirty look that says: (all miffed, of course)“Um, uh you’re music is too loud! I can’t hear the person on the other end of my cell phone!”

Well honey, I have my window down because I’m smoking a cigarette, to keep my traffic anxiety down. And the music is up, to keep me occupied, instead of jumping out of the car to tear a new one into every fucking driver behind me tonight, who seem to think stopping two inches behind me is enough room.

I realize you drive an automatic, so you don’t understand, but with a manual (you know the other kind of transmission with what you inept people call a “gear-shifter”) there’s this thing called rollback. I know it’s super hard to understand that when I put it in first gear, especially on a hill, unless I keep my foot fully on the clutch and gas (which would burn my clutch up, SO I DON’T) the car rolls back a little before the gas kicks in to create the uphill forward motion needed to cross the intersection (also known as driving). So please for the sake of your own vehicle (because if I hit you when I roll back, it will actually be your fault for following too closely) leave me some fucking room…..like 3 linear feet at least….NOT 3 inches!!!!

So you, yeah you bitch, on your cell phone (because that phone call is sooooooooo much more important and urgent than you driving safely - and other drivers’ safety from you out on the road) don’t give me that dirty look. You don’t even have room to be looking, Miss law-breaking-using-your-cell-phone-while-driving bitch! GET OFF YOUR DAMN PHONE AND PAY ATTENTION TO US INNOCENT DRIVERS WHO LET THE PHONE GO TO VOICEMAIL WHILE DRIVING (because we realize focusing on the road in rush hour traffic trumps the calling your girl friend to find out what she’s wearing at the party tonight)!


For full disclosure: I do use my phone once in a great, great while when driving, but 99% of the time I let the call go to voicemail, because I don’t want to cause an accident….besides have you ever tried shifting while on the phone? I don’t have enough arms!

Spoiled

I love this time of year. No, not because I want or like to be spoiled with Christmas presents. I swear! I actually have a really hard time with people asking “What do you want?” It makes me feel awkward, because there’s so much pressure to give an answer. I feel like giving any answer besides “nothing” sounds selfish. I know people have good intentions by asking, but Christmas and my Birthday make me anxious for this reason. And really...the other 11 months out of the year I’m fortunate enough that if there’s something I decide I really want, I usually buy it for myself (and 50% of the time I tell Hubs, the other 50% I slowly work items into my wardrobe as if I’ve always owned them, hoping Hubs won’t say anything-and if he knows he never says anything).

In the last week, multiple presents have been appearing under the tree for Hubs. He keeps telling me that it’s too much, and he hopes I didn’t buy him anything expensive, because he can’t afford anything expensive for me. Now, this frustrates me because I DON’T want anything really except for this one lavender eye mask ($20 at the mall). Secondly, I DON’T care if he gets me anything expensive…I just want to enjoy our first Christmas as a married couple, really! I’ve even racked my brain for ideas, as he too has asked what else I want. Umm…there’s this new CD I want by one of my faves. Besides, my presents to him last year were really lame, and his to me last year? Well a bad-ass camera….and oh yeah that big diamond ring on my finger :) So if it were a competition, I’ve got some catchin’ up to do!

REGARDLESS…

Honey, dearest, husband…it’s actually not a competition, and I want to spoil you for two simple reasons:

1) I love you, I love you, I love you!
2) The other 363 days (because you’re birthday doesn’t apply here) you spoil me rotten, with back scratches, foot rubs, bringing home treats I love, cleaning the house, etc without even me asking for these things (on most days anyway). Plus, you walk to work to save us money, because you see the bigger picture and are willing to sacrifice for it.

So... I’m freakin’ spoiling the hell out of you this Christmas...deal with it!

Dreams

Ever have one of those dreams, that when you wake up, you try to fall back asleep to finish it?

Saturday I had a dream like that, and haven't stopped thinking about it since. I did get up and then go back to sleep hoping to finish. It wasn't the same dream the second time around, but more detailed and far more interesting.

The first was short and vague. I remembered something about a baby girl (and it was definitely Dakota's sister) when I woke up, so I tried to go back to it, by going back to sleep.

The second was wayyyyyy more detailed and memorable, but still short.

I was in a room in a house, somewhere I've never been before. I was with my sister. We were talking about who knows what, but she was holding a beautiful baby boy, about the age of one or eighteen months. (I don't know, I'm bad at guessing babies' ages.) He was wearing little kid overalls and a white shirt, and she was feeding him a bottle.

He was beautiful; blonde curly hair, with a tint of red to it, very pale but striking blue eyes, and very fair skinned. In the dream I couldn't look away from him.

He finished the bottle and she laid him down on a blanket on the floor. She said "Aw, you're tired now, huh? Go to sleep beautiful Colton". I said, "I love you Colton".

That was all.

When I woke again, I was confused thinking "There's no way that was Kass' kid". Kass' husband is full-blooded Japanese, and she really doesn't have a shot in hell of ever having a non-Japanese looking child. I figured he must have been mine. BUT Matt and I already have a boys name picked out and it's not that.....perplexed I told Matt about the dream. He said "Maybe it's our second son..?". Immediately I started laughing and said back to him, "But we'd never use the name Colton....it would destine him to be a bull rider!". Matt laughed too, because about a month ago we were watching a rodeo champion on TV and I noticed every-other rider was named Colton, and I had said at the time "Matt if you want a bull-rider for a son we have to name him Colton or Colt". Also, this week we saw the episode of Seinfeld where his comedy bit at the beginning of the show talks about naming a kid Jeeves destines him to be a butler....

Anyway, it was funny to us at least.

Here's the thing...I'm not really religious, but I do believe that sometimes dreams are more than that. I do believe they can be warnings or visions. It has happened to me before, and there is just a totally different feeling in and about the dream, where you know it was closer to reality.

So I am left knowing that that baby boy Colton will exist someday, maybe he's ours, maybe not. If it is, do we have to name him that? I really don't like the name! I guess time will tell, and maybe he is ours, and we will have a name picked out.....but then we meet him for the first time and no other name will fit him but Colton.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving weekend was rather mellow for us this year. Matt worked, while I cooked yams and the green bean casserole. After he got off we headed to my mom's and enjoy a very scrumptious meal and enjoyed the family gathering. Friday we went to see the movie 'Twilight' and later took our cousin to the ER (which is just a fiasco of a story in itself). Saturday we lounged around, bought a Christmas tree, and put up lights outside. Sunday we did a little bit of shopping and went to Matt's parents for small second family Thanksgiving dinner. It was wonderful to sleep in 4 days in a row, and just do what we wanted.

Today I had my return visit to the doctor, and scheduled my surgery for January. I will have my tonsils out as well as some surgery on my sinuses. It sounds like a grueling recovery, but hopefully I will be less sick following (and be able to breath normally).

You Don't ALWAYS Grow Out of It

So I remember being 6 or 7 or 8 or one of the many ages I was prone to ear infections... double ear infections. I remember the doctor telling me and my mother, that kids grow out of ear infections.

Well, I'm a grown-up 23 year-old who has, yet again, a double ear infection! I get them at least once a year. I've been miserable, in bed for the last 3 days, and finally dragged myself to work today. It wasn't so bad when I was little and all I missed was school and schoolwork....but now I have to use 3 vacation days, and please, let's not mention the piles of problems left on my desk to deal with, upon my return!!!

Stupid lying doctors! You don't ALWAYS grow out of these common sickness children get. I now, at the ripe old age of 23, might have to get my tonsils yanked. I hear the older you are the harder it is to recover.... Now, I don't blame my mom, because she listened to what the doctor said, and believed him because well, he's the doctor! Besides, she already told me she feels bad and should have had them take them out when I was younger, but she's still not to blame :)

As if having the chipmunk cheeks for the 2 different times I had wisdom teeth wasn't bad enough.....and I never have good recoveries, so I'm sure if it's not one thing it will be another!

...end rant...

Choppy Chop Chop!

Alas, it was time for a change! Chop chop went the shears, bye bye went the hair!

Pumpkin Carving

So Matt carved our pumpkins the other night...

(the guts from he big one)




...and this is how they turned out:

Matt's:



Mine (carved by Matt):
GO SEAHAWKS!!!

Pro Wedding Pic Slideshow

Over The Hills and Through The Woods

to the Namba's house we go!

Saturday was spent in bed with the lights out, sound off, and any leftover traces of light shut out. Migraines! I get them once in a while, and I became so disoriented I couldn't even get out of bed. (oh, and don't get me started on the pain) I was able to call Matt, who rushed right home to take care of me. I felt a little bit better by the evening and more so Sunday.

So Sunday we had planned to drive to Logan, to see Kass, Doug and Koda. So we headed out after picking up our wedding photos, and drove over the hills and through the woods. We also went to check out the pumpkin patch they had visited. I was obsessed with the idea of picking one from the vine. We got a little lost on our way there, since we couldn't find one of the roads on our mapquest directions. Oh well, we made it there eventually and picked some pumpkins.



We did go see the Namba's, and they cooked us a really good teriyaki chicken lunch. Koda was very grumpy, but she did show us how she eats steamed carrots, and sticky rice! (Which got everywhere, including in her mouth) We didn't get any pics :( But Kass did here

Monday was another day of migraine pain, and quiet darkness. I'm still in a little pain today, but my trusty sunglasses are keeping out excess light.

Yipee Yipee Yipee!!!

Some of our pictures from the wedding are up on our photog's blog! (click the words photog's blog) Go check them out....NOW! I should have all of them by the end of the week and I'm super excited (if you couldn't tell by the excessive use of "yipee"s in the title)

True Love

I have a great story to tell of Matt's true love for me...or desperation...you decide.


So Saturday I'm sitting at home watching copious amounts of mindless television, when Matt called from work. Now, he rarely calls me while at work, even if he's on a break. He sounded a little bit frantic, and I was confused about what he was telling me about trash. He tried to, although scared and guilty sounding, explain that he thinks he lost his wedding ring. He can't find it in the trash at work, and can I please go check in the shower? Sure enough it was sitting on top of my shampoo in the shower.

The funny part your wondering? I found out later, he was very frantic when he noticed it missing and immediately started digging through their trash bins in the deli, thinking it must have come off when removing gloves. He dug through 4 giant trash bins, with some help of his co-worker (also a married man, who knew that Matt would be in trouble if they couldn't find it). Lastly, he thought maybe he left it in the shower the night before, and resorted to calling me to check. He said he was totally freaked out, and thought I was going to be really upset. Which, if he had really lost it, yeah, I might have a little (seeing as he'd only had it four whole weeks). His is only a few hundred to replace compared to mine, so it could have been worse.

So this lovely man I call my husband dug through 4, yes 4, giant trash bins looking for a little ring! True love and devotion or desperation? I think it's funny that he dug through trash FIRST, then called to see if he'd left it at home :) So my vote is for a little of both :)

Dangerous Things We Do As Children

A friend asked a good question on one of my posts below, regarding jumping off a ski lift. I will explain this, for those who have not heard the story.

Once upon a time, my scheming sister, best friend and I were all skiing together. I'm not sure whose ingenious idea it was to jump off the ski lift, while it was moving, except I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine. I wasn't exactly a brave girl in junior high, and always have been (and always will be) a worrier. Regardless, they somehow talked me into it, and we jumped off the moving ski lift into a powdery area with about 5-6 feet of untouched powder. It was fun, thrilling, once-in-a-lifetime experience and well....dangerous. I look back now, and can't fathom why I would have done it, knowing now that we were really lucky that none of us got hurt (we could have broken leg(s) or worse people!), and that we somehow didn't get caught and kicked out of the resort.

But, hey, when my sister and I were little, we used to jump off the roof for fun, and walk along the tops of fence lines, and run away from home in "disguises" (well across town, which really was dangerous because we lived in the town where the Polly Klaas kidnapping happened) ....which are clearly dangerous activities too!

Its amazing the bravery one has as a child. You have no fear for injury....but you also don't have the rational and foresight you do as you grow up into an adult. I guess it's hard to be so easily scared if you're not totally & completely aware of the risks and the consequences. If you're lucky, you spend most of your childhood blissfully unaware of the danger your fun may be.

(And sometimes I wish I still felt that oblivious freedom, that I took for granted because I didn't know it wouldn't last)

Snow Snow Snow!!!

It started last night!





And....we woke up to it this morning!

Winter is Upon Us

Winter is here. So I want to share my favorite things about this time of year.

*the first day you turn on the heater, even the smell of it (i know i'm weird)
*the smell in the air: fresh, crisp, cold, you can smell the leaves
*being warm under the blankets, but breathing in cold air
*long sleeves
*warm, comfy socks
*pumpkins
*pumpkin pie, with real whipped cream of course (yum!)
*warm hearty meals, that somehow taste better and seem more filling
*the first snow of the season that makes me feel like I'm 5 years old again
*cuddling next to Matt for heat
*holding hands with Matt with gloves on (it just has a wintery romantic feeling)
*unbundling from the layers of clothes after going out into the snow
*going out in the snow; outings always seem more adventurous


I complain a lot about how cold it gets, and how hot it gets here, but I really do love winter. I just wish I didn't have to commute in winter weather. I hope to go skiing this year, if at least just once. There is something so refreshing being on a snowy mountain, that it's worth the aching leg muscles afterward.

Closer?

You know how I'm impatient to get into a house? Well, we both are really. I've been looking into the "first time homebuyer" tax credit. It's actually something that might be very helpful to us. What it really is, is a zero-interest loan from the government. You can claim as a tax credit of up to $7500, but you have to pay it back over 15 years at $500/year, with no interest. There a few catches: income limitations and closing dates. If you didn't know about this, check it out here.

Maybe we are closer to that goal than we thought?!

Deep Breath

I know the economy is scary right now, in every sense. My personal rate of return for my 401k this year is -29.6%! Look closely, it's a negative! I share this information, because I think many are in the same boat, some of us more fortunate than others. I feel fortunate that I don't have to retire in the next 5-10 years, so my 401k will have a chance to recover (fingers crossed), whereas some people may not if it takes 5-10 years to recover. At work we are getting weekly memos reminding us to sell like our jobs depend on it (because they DO).

Take a deep breath...

It's definitely scary times right now, but I still feel fortunate to live in a country where I can help elect the next President, who will have to try and get us out of this mess. That I live in a country where I get opportunities for success and it's up to me to grab them. That I live in a country with everyday freedoms that others never see, and I understand them as privilages not rights, and that the country also gives me, as a person, as a woman, rights.

I may not agree with how the economy crisis is being handled, although it's really just picking the lesser path of 2 evils. But honestly, our economy at a low point is still so much more fortunate than many regions of the world see on a "good day". Be grateful. Get smart. Start saving, because I feel that rainy day is closer than we might think.


Take a few more deep breaths....

Handbags

It's worth a try isn't it?

http://www.handbagplanet.com/contest2.php

Motivation for Home Ownership

Now that winter (and I say winter because really we just skip right over fall here) is upon us, I have run into some motivation for getting into a home. Besides the big factors, it's the little things, like an indoor washer and dryer. I forgot what a nuisance it is to plan doing laundry around the winter weather.

Our apartment building has one unit down around the back of the building (which entails going down 2 sets of stairs and skinny walkway that's never shoveled) or we can pay twice as much to go down the block to the laudromat. Either way, it's going through the outdoor elements, so there's the risk of soaking the newely cleaned clothes, and injury from carrying loads on slick surfaces. We have to do laundry when it's not too wet out, and when it's not icy in the parking lot. I had forgotten about that until I woke today, and it was raining again. I had planned to do laundry today, but mother nature smacked me upside the head for forgetting that I am not at liberty to plan a laundry day anymore, I am at her will.

I can't wait to have my own washer and dryer, indoors, at easy access!

I Swear It's October, RIGHT?!

You wouldn't know it, being outside these last few days, that it really is that fall month called October. We even reached 86°F the other day (okay that was Tuesday, and a September date, but still...)! The forcasts predict a high of 80°F today, but tomorrow we'll drop down to 63°F, and Sunday only 58°F. Finally! It's not that I really want winter to come, but I can't take anymore of this heat. It's fall, it should feel like it!

Stupid Debates

I'm really annoyed about the Presidential Debate, last week, and the VP Debate, last night. Granted, knowing the candidates positions are important, but do they really need to bump my prime time line-up? For those who know me well enough, I definitely watch too much TV during the week. I have my shows I love to watch Tues-Thurs nights. Due to the debate last night, I didn't get my dose of Grey's Anatomy, and am very grumpy now. I've waited (between the summer off-season and the lack of shows prior to that because of the stupid writers strike) for months for new shows! I finally get a 2 hour dose of Grey's Anatomy last week, only to turn on the TV last night and be disappointed to see that the VP Debate was on :( Booooooooooo! Why must you push my shows out of the way? (Well at least the debate was followed by a new episode of Ugly Betty, another of my faves) Can you not do the debate on a Friday when there is almost nothing good on TV? I mean seriously, I work my butt off all week at work and all I'm asking for is new episodes of my favorite shows when I get home. Isn't it enough that the rest of the time, the commercials are inundated with political ads, and the "Big, Top of the Hour, Breaking News" stories are consistently about the candidates or the economic crisis status?

I can't wait for November 4^th to arrive so that: a) the ads, debates, etc stop b)so I can do my part and vote for the next President. (Although a few months down the road regular broadcast will be interrupted for the Presidential inauguration and speech.....vicious cycle that it is)

P.S.
I did actually find the debate informative and entertaining (not as much as Grey's Anatomy would have been), merely because it reaffirmed where I stood with the candidacy I, personally, plan to vote for. (cough, cough 8 is enough)

Quick, Like a Bandaid (ha!)

I did go in to the Social Security office today. I waited just over an hour for my 2 whole minutes at the window. It was boring and I noticed they have no clocks in there, maybe to keep you from realizing how much time has passed.....creepy.

I also decided to go to the DLD/DMV for my new license, since my name changed and I also needed a Utah license (yes, I've been back for 3 years and never changed it...so I'm a slacker, deal with it). I figured I would treat the governmental dread I had like you would a bandaid, rip it off really quickly. Get it all done in a day. But that's a really bad simile, as it wasn't quick, but I guess as quick as the government will let you be. I even had to take the written test (and fortunately passed, but hey, it was open book), so I think we were there for about an hour and a half. In a few weeks when I get my new card, I will officially be a Zwahlen!

Governmental Dread

I will go to change my name tomorrow, but I'm dreading it. For one simple fact: it's a government office, and the government doesn't do anything quickly. Let's hope that if I arrive before 1 pm, that maybe I will be helped by the time they close at 4 (yeah, they are only open M-F 9a-4p!)

We Are a House Divided

We knew before, but with the huge local college football rivalry game coming up in November, the pot is already stirring.

We are a house divided: I a Y fan, born and bred, Matt a U fan, born and bred.

For those not familiar with my topic.....We have The University of Utah, a.k.a. The U, here in Salt Lake. We also have Brigham Young University, a.k.a. The Y, in Utah County. You are either a U or Y fan. It's a huge rivalry, known to cause tension in the workplace, or the home. All in good fun, but still....

We are already jesting about who our future children will cheer for.

We'll see who has bragging rights for the next year, when the game is played at the end of November.

Hovering pays off...I guess

So that anxious watching of the mailbox is over! It will now get ignored, again, except for the bi-monthly check of it for bills (that we don't like seeing anyway). The marriage certificate is here!

Now I get to beg my boss for a half day off, so that I can go the the Social Security office (which I hear is an experience like going to the DMV, ie: lots of waiting for your number to be called) to get my name changed. That is only step one of the long process, in which I will have to wait a few weeks for the new ss card to arrive anyway (more patience).

I see why people get married before having kids...the entire process of planning, execution and the aftermath (name changing) are lessons in patience.

Matt Grows Older

Happy 27^th Matt!!











Matt's birthday was today, and although he had to work, I tried to make it a special day. I cooked and baked for him (yes, seriously). It's not that I'm afraid to cook or can't, as some people surmise, I just don't like to. But for the hubby's birthday I pulled out what skills I had. Granted, I'm no Martha Stewart.

I made him chicken parmesan and cupcakes. Here's the proof!


Now, I didn't hand make the pasta or the sauce, but I did bread the chicken myself I also did not make my own icing, because really, cream cheese icing is just fine from the can, in my opinion.

Giddiness

You know the section of greeting cards labeled "husband", you know it's there. You toss it a side glance, but it feels like you're looking at something forbidden. You have no reason to buy from it. You're single (or involved but that really doesn't make a difference).

Matt's birthday is this week, and I went to get him a card. I sat there looking at the wall of cards, giddy, excited, because I got to enter that previously forbidden section. I got to buy my first card marked "husband", not "boyfriend" or "loved one". It made me deliriously happy, such a little thing :)

Side note: Why is it that greeting cards for boyfriends are sexy romantic, but for husbands they are sappy romantic? I felt a little disappointed, that the greeting card industry stereotypes marriage like the rest of the world: you get married and all passion and/or sexiness is lost. What the hell? Maybe I should have just bought a boyfriend one and crossed out boyfriend and wrote husband....

Anticipation as a form of masochism

We usually don't check our mail very often, as in once every two weeks. There's no need to as it's bills (paid with bi-monthly checks) and junk mail. Yet, I have checked it everyday for the last week and a half, hoping to seeing our marriage certificate. I must be a masochist for one main reason; when it arrives I can start the intense and time-consuming process of changing my name on everything. Excited to go through the torturous hassle of legal paperwork? Yes, I must be a masochist.

Adventures with Porkchop

So our Canadian friend came down for the week of the wedding, and we rand her ragged around town. She cooked us meals (we'd almost forgotten what homecooked meals were), ran errands with us, and we played too.

On Thursday (before the wedding), we ventured up Big Cottonwood Canyon (I think it was Big, I always get them confused) to Silver Lake at Brighton. Lo and behold, we are on the trail six feet from a huge moose! He was just chomping down on some yummy dinner trees. He was right below the trail, and while we where standing around watching him he actually crossed the trail and went further up the mountain. Now, Porkchop was a little unnerved from seeing one in person, but eventually we got her to pass by the moose and finish our adventure around the lake.



He was at least 6 feet tall! Here's some pics:


You can see how close he was to the trail in the second pic.

Frustration

I know, so many posts in one day about feelings....

Why oh why must the bath accessorie set we both loved from our registry no longer be available in stores or online? The towels we picked were to match the set, and I don't wanna pick a new one!!!! Oh and one of the color of towels on our registry got put on clearance so we have to pick a different color? So we find a new coordinating similar shade, but it doesn't look nearly as good as the 1st one, but we'll make do.

Frustrated, yes, because 6 months ago we already suffered through picking out towels, hand towels, wash cloths, bath rugs...in coordinating colors to match the bath set, and now again.

Call customer service? Okay!

Oh you're no help, you can get me the set, but it'll take 6-8 weeks. HA!HA!HA! You must not read my blog and know of my impatience problem, you want the link? No? Okay....wait what's that, because you no longer stock it, it's considered a "special order item" and you won't give me my completion discount on the set?!!! Hmmmm, you stocked it when I registered for it, but now I must suffer because I want to complete my registry...hmmmm.

So now I must choose, "special order" the set and wait 6-8 weeks, and pay full price. OR go through the painstaking process (yes painstaking! have you ever stood in the towel corner at Bed Bath & Beyond trying to pick the right shade of charcoal! It's unnerving! The rows of colored towels go all the way to the ceiling!) of picking out a new set to match the towels we already got. Choice B is highly likely to also come with the possiblity of not finding one to match and picking out towels for the 3rd time! Aaaaaaaaaaaand since we already used the "one-time-in-store" completion discount, I'd have to order them online and use my "one-time-online" completetion discount. (I haven't found out shipping lead times for online orders, cuz I don't wanna know!)

Did you also know that I am not a very decisive person either? Especially in situations like this where I'm frustrated and it's costing me more effort than I feel is necessary for towels and bath sets!!!!!!

Another kind of Impatience

I am impatient for all the things we have discussed in the last 9 months; all those "after we get through the wedding" discussions. I've had to be very patient about certain things.

Like, moving out of this small cramped apartment that sufices, but I dislike (no HATE, I honestly hate). I can't wait to have a home, that we own. Somewhere we can have places to actually put things and live in, instead of stumbling around the furniture and ignoring the what seems like clutter piles, that really aren't we just don't have anywhere else to put stuff!


Like, taking a vacation. I mean an honest to God real vacation. Not a "we're taking a trip to attend this or that thing". (Besides the day I was violently ill and down for the count at the family reunion, we did enjoy it). I'm talking about going somewhere to relax and have fun, no alternative agendas.

Like, getting things in order so that when our "year after the wedding" is up, maybe we won't just start thinking about having children, but be ready to take that leap.

I want to start checking off that instinctual checklist that human beings have. Everyone has different feelings about what to accomplish in life, but I see it a certain way. For a long long long time humans have had a checklist that looks similiar to this regardless of the era:

Be born
Learn
Work
Find someone to love
have a home or place in the world (land, apt, house, tent, what-have-you based on the time of the world)
procreate and pass along your knowledge, feelings, life experiences
die

Granted, things may not always fall into that exact order for everyone, but you get the gist. I know it may sound crude or too simplistic, but it's the reality. And it worked for thousands of years in many forms of civilizations. It seems to be worth considering, that maybe things have been done this way for so long, because they DO work.

It's not something I can just ignore, my basic human instinct for all these things that make a life. At the same time I don't have a magic genie to whom I tell what I want and POOF it's done. I have to be that darned patient thing and work my way to these things :)

Picture Impatience

I fancy myself a logical person most of the time, but I can't help but want my wedding pictures, now! And I feel selfish about it, which you'll understand if you keep reading.

I realize that it takes a few weeks, and I've come to terms with this in the 6 whole days since the wedding. However, knowledge has come into my possesion today regarding our photographer. It's actually quite wonderful news, but good ol' impatient me, now has to try and be even more patient. He wasn't able to go home and rest his feet after the wedding ended at 9:30. Later that night he had to take his expecting wife to the hospital, as she was now in labor. He has a brand new little girl, and is a first time father. I don't know him that well, but I can't help but feel joy and excitement for him! So being that logical person I so claim, I realize that it will take longer than normal. But honestly I can respect that, because newborns don't exactly give you lots of spare time. It's such a life changing experience (I would assume) to bring home another being that you are responsible for, and being a self-employed photographer, it's not exactly like you can take paternity leave.

So along with me, please be patient for the pro photos!

No more "soon-to-be"

We are no longer "soon-to-be The Zwahlens", we now ARE The Zwahlen Family!

The wedding on Saturday went beautifully. The weather was gorgeous! I was extemely happy with how everything went. Matt was filled with tears as I walked to the alter, and I couldn't help but smile and be happy, although I wanted to cry but didn't want my make-up to run, so I held back best as I could. What little of the food we had a chance to eat was delicious, especially the traditional hamballs (thanks Net & Pete!!!). The cake was exactly as I pictured and beautiful!!! (thanks to Merlene for making it and Jeff for icing and decorating it!!!!!)

I hope to have pictures from friends and family soon (HINT HINT HINT), and from our photographer in a few weeks. As I get them I will post them.

We were both so thrilled to be surrounded by so many friends and loved ones on our special day. We are thankful to those who made the journey in person (some coming from far, one internationally), and for those who couldn't make it, you were missed, but we know your hearts were with us!

some sneak peaks of the wedding

M.I.A.

I know I have been missing in action on our blog. That is because wedding planning takes up my spare time. The only things I'd have to blog about are wedding stuff, which most would find boring. Plus, I really don't want to bore you with details and then nothing is new, fresh or a surprise when you show up at the wedding!

Okay, so that sounds like a huge excuse, but seriously we have done nothing interesting in a month that isn't wedding related! Hopefully in a little over 3 weeks, when the wedding has come and gone, we can get back to real life and have things to share.

Til then, we look forward to seeing those who make it to the wedding!

Rodeo & Dueling Pianos

Saturday we went to the PBR (Professional Bull Riding) event for the Days of '47 Rodeo, since Matt won free tickets from a radio station. Yes, he won yet another radio prize, because apparantly he has the magical dialing fingers! It was fun although not very crowded. Afterwards we headed over to Keys on Main, a dueling piano bar, in downtown Salt Lake. We had never been before and Matt mentioned wanting to go, so we headed there after the rodeo. It was definitely a new experience and very entertaining!

Sunday we went to the parents for Matt's little sister's baby shower. Matt and his dad actually got kicked out, due to the "no boys allowed" clause. It was a lovely shower and Baby Kaitlen now has quite the wardrobe :)

Good Reading

So I do a lot of reading, because honestly it's great to escape into a story sometimes. I picked up this book again from my shelf, in the spirit of love, since our wedding is fast approaching. If you haven't read this book before I highly suggest doing so. This is my review of it from goodreads.com.

The History of Love: A Novel by Nicole Krauss

My review

rating: 5 of 5 stars
I just finished re-reading this today. I almost forgot how lovely, yet heartbreaking this story really is. The truths about life and love are so relateable. I came across some passages I'd highlighted the first time through, and was still so moved by them.



I strongly suggest reading this book more than once through, and with some tissues nearby.


View all my reviews.

4th of July Family Reunion

Well, it's been a while since I've posted, but we have been busy since we got back from our vacation. We had a Sorensen Family Reunion up in Boise, Idaho. It was supposed to be a fun filled weekend, which it was when I wasn't puking and sick!

Jet skiing and lake activities were a blast on Friday, especially since it cooled down into the 90s

Followed by fireworks at Ann Morrison Park

About a dozen or so of us got a 24 hour virus that had us puking and really sick, so
Saturday's activity of floating down the Boise River was canceled :(

I barely felt better by Sunday in time to go visit my aunt, grandma & granpa's graves where we shared memories.

Then we hit the road home! We were in a rush to get home, because while we were still in Boise that morning we got the phone call that Kacie, Matt's sister, had had the baby!!! So now I have another new niece. She's very small as well at 6 lbs 2 oz and 19". Sorry the pictures are so dark. We were in such a rush to get in there that we forgot our camera, and it was past visiting hours so we didn't want to risk leaving the building!

Sneak Peak Pics

Some of our pics from our engagement session are up on our photog's blog! The link to their blog is under our "Family & Friends" section to the right -------->


I can't wait to get the whole disc! I think this is my favorite of the ones on the blog:

The Chaos That Is My Life

You know that country song Going Through Hell by Rodney Atkins? Well that's how I feel lately!
(in case you don't here's the lyrics)

Well you know those times
When you feel like there's a sign there on your back
Says I don't mind if ya kick me
Seems like everybody has
Things go from bad to worse
You'd think they can't get worse than that
And then they do

You step off the straight and narrow
And you don't know where you are
Use the needle of your compass
To sew up your broken heart
Ask directions from a genie
In a bottle of Jim Beam
And she lies to you
That's when you learn the truth

If you're going through hell
Keep on going, don't slow down
If you're scared, don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

Well I been deep down in that darkness
I been down to my last match
Felt a hundred different demons
Breathing fire down my back
And I knew that if I stumbled
I'd fall right into the trap that they were laying, yeah

But the good news
Is there's angels everywhere out on the street
Holding out a hand to pull you back up on your feet
The one's that you've been dragginig for so long
You're on your knees
You might as well be praying
Guess what I'm saying

If your going through hell
Keep on going, don't slow down
If you're scared don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

Yeah, If you're going through hell
Keep on moving, face that fire
Walk right through it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there......

So the week started off okay. We called the man we wanted to be our officiant for the wedding and he's happy to do it. We settled on a start time and I printed the invitations, so that I can do the stamping, and start assembling them in the near future, etc, etc.

Well, that was the calm before the storm. Little did I know, my progress would be overshadowed by the chaos that would ensue...here comes what makes me think of the song.

Thursday evening I finally give into the outrageous heat and pay to have my AC fixed, as my new mechanic is pretty inexpensive. By the time we leave Bu is blowing ice cold air (YAY!). However the next day, no cold air, hot air only :( I call him up, he says there must have been a leak they didn't notice when they were filling it, bring it in tonight. I had plans, so I agreed to bring it in Saturday morning, not a big deal, he's been great so I know he'll take care of me. Friday at lunch I go get all new tires for Bu, since I failed safety for low tread. They only took 20 mins to put the new tires I paid $500 for. I'm thinking this is great!

I needed to get going on bridesmaid dress shopping, but Dakota has been very sick so Kass can't make it, but Heidi was planning to go with me and my mom. However, Heidi had some dental work done, that the pain got worse and she couln't make it. Not a big deal, because I was still excited to go with my Mom, I was just bummed I didn't have either of my girls there :( [Which was who we were shopping for]. We ended up finding some options, so it definitely was a worthwhile trip! Got back to my Mom's house and headed home.

I decided to stop at the bank. As I was leaving my car got really wobbly and it slams me into the curb. I could barely steer to get off the road into a parking lot, since Highland doesn't have shoulder lanes at that point. I get out the car to see the front one had come OFF the wheel rim and the back one was flat. I was so frantic and beyond myself. I'd had these tires for 9, yes count it up, 9 hours before they crapped out on me! Granted only one did, which caused damage to the other and possibly my rims. I called up Matt freaked out! (Thank goodness for having a man to come deal with car issues). He didn't even understand what I was saying. I was like "No the tire isn't even on my wheel!" I think I just kept saying that until he asked "Where are you?", then said "I'll be there right away". At the time we didn't know the rear wheel was punctured, we thought it was flat. We tried putting air in it, hoping that we could put it back on, and put the spare on the front one that the tire was no longer on. But, no, it was punctured!

So we called AAA, well Kassandra DeMilt called them since my sister was still on the plan and I wasn't, but I've carried her card around just in case. So I was my sister for the night :) At first they told me it would be 60 mins. Okay, whatever, I have to wait for the flat bed, since my car is down 2 tires. I call back after 60 mins to find out it was posted with an ETA of 1.5 hours, but they didn't tell me that. Fine whatever, can't do anything about it, we need the tow. Now the 1.5 hours has past and they tell me that at 11:15 it was noted that the time got pushed back to 2 hours total. I was on the freakin phone with them at 11:15, but she neglected to tell me!!! I was livid and chewed out the lady on the phone, who tried to use the excuse of "they're backed up". I told her that I didn't care about how long, just that they kept telling me different times, and if we'd known we would've gone home for an hour or two instead of waiting on the side of the road! In those 2 hours, we actually saw 2 other trucks from the same company go flying by us, which what are the odds? Finally our driver showed up, and he was a hoot! He said he felt bad, but what had happened was that we got pushed back for freeway calls, which take priority because of the lack of safety. Totally understandable, it wasn't his fault AAA lied to us, if they'd explained this I wouldn't have been so mad. Anway, we finally get the car off the tow truck and get to bed at 1:30 AM.

Got back up Saturday at 8 AM to call my mechanic and tell him that I can't come in to have AC fixed because my tire fell off and my car's not driveable! I call the tire guy on his cell, since they weren't even open on Saturday, and left a message in shorter detail that "um, those tires you put on yesterday, one fell off my rim, and I slammed into a curb and punctured the other, CALL ME!" Went back to sleep for a while, then got up and got ready for Lagoon (my work's company party), and he still hadn't called. We took Matt's car and finally made it to Lagoon. Around 1:30 he calls and leaves a voicemail, as we were on Colossus :) I call him back and re-hash the story. He was very apologetic and glad I wasn't harmed or in an accident. He is sending a mobile unit today (Monday) to replace the tires for me, and I will have to go get them balanced tomorrow. Hopefully it all turns out well, but I just couldn't believe it happened on the same day as getting them! I was mostly freaked out that I'd have problems trying to get them fixed! I was worried they would make me pay for 2 new ones, but Matt was very reassuring that if they gave me crap he'd tear them a new one :) I mean honestly, you'd think new tires would last at least 24 hours, right? :) I guess for their reputation's sake, I should have expected they'd take care of me, but I wasn't sure if I could take much more, and was expecting the worst!

Oh, yeah, Lagoon. We didn't bring the camera, so no pics....sorry! We didn't ride that much, and it was wayyyy hot, 96°, and very much crowded! Matt won me 2 stuffed animals at the games, one on Spill The Milk (in one shot!), and one from Pick The Ducks. He had wanted to win me something, since he never had before, and I ended up with 2!!! We stayed for 7 hours at the park then headed home, as we were still exhausted from the day before.

Posing, Browsing, Chalk Art & Babysitting

Weird title? Yes, but that was all in one day!



Our Saturday started at 6 am, getting up and ready for our engagement photo shoot. This was the first time we'd actually met our photogs in person. We met with them downtown, not far from where the wedding will be, to have our e-session. It's weird that I've lived in Utah most of my life, and Matt all of his, and there are areas we've never been in downtown before. We wanted a urban feel, so we traversed through some back streets, alleys and buildings to get cool shots. I won't have the pics for about 2 weeks, and will post them then, but I just have feeling I'm going to love them! Our photogs, Mark & Brent, were awesome. They had great direction for us, and kept us laughing. From the amount of shutter clicks I heard, they had to have taken like 500 shots between the two of them. I have been tracking their blog (http://www.ambphotocompany.typepad.com/), so I know they take great pictures.

So we were done with that by about 9 am, so we headed over to the grand re-opening of the downtown farmer's market, in the newly re-opened Pioneer Park. There were a lot of people at the market, everyone and their dog, literally. Even living in Seattle, I have never seen so many owners and their pets converged on one area! I will admit, we enjoyed the baked goods best, since the produce sellers aren't going to be there for another week or two.

After walking through the entire market, we meandered down to The Gateway to see the Chalk Art Festival, sponsored by the Utah Foster Care Foundation. It was still early, so not all the artists were done with their pieces, but we were still in awe at the talent of these people! Here's some of the pics to give you an idea how good they were with that chalk!

Later that evening we agreed to watch Baby Skye.....overnight! I think we were both a little nervous to have a baby at the house, let alone overnight! His parents kept thanking us for the favor, but to be honest, it was them doing me the favor to spend so much time with him. I needed my baby fix, and I definitely got it. He is such a good baby, and so pleasant! He only woke up once at 4 am (I was definitely not used to being up at that hour) and once he'd had his bottle he was back sound asleep. He is such a sweetheart and I really do feel blessed that he is in our life, and thankful that his parents trusted us to have him overnight. It was hard to get a pic of his darling smile because he was curious at what the camera was. He had this contemplative look, like he was trying to figure it out. He's very expressive with his face. He is also very cute, because if you get right whatever he's complaining about, he gives you a big grin and gets all happy like he's saying "Ya, ya that's what I wanted. You got it right!"