8.22.2012

Birthdaying

As one of the world’s newest 24 year olds, it feels pretty wonderful. Mostly because in a few hours I’ll be boarding a plane with my Mr. and showing him how to enjoy New York City. And also because I felt so much love on my birthday that it was unbelievable. My families and friends made my one year older such a great event!
 
Since Alex gave me the world’s greatest gift in advance, we saved our pennies for optimal vacation enjoyment and celebrated with ├ęclairs. Having the trip to look forward to has made this seem like the best ever weeklong birthday celebration- and now that it’s here we will definitely be par-tay-ing, NYC style.

8.14.2012

Guess where Alex is taking me for my birthday..

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New York City!


If you’ve been within a 50 foot radius of me you’ve heard my proclamation of love for this place. Alex, on the other hand, differs in his opinion of the taxi laden city. The only representation of New York he’s experienced firsthand has come from Home Alone 2 and a plethora of violent city based video games, with various rap lyrics in the mix. This would taint anyone’s imagination, and I think Macaulay Culkin's sub par acting abilities are mostly to blame. But despite his Utah superiority complex (don't get me wrong, I will always and forever love Utah!), he’s taking me to NYC for my birthday. Excuse me, I’ve got a best husband in the world nominee. And the best part? He’s actually kind of excited. I’m bound and determined to change his mind on this trip, and show him why a. The Shake Shack will change his life, and b. that it is the greatest place on Earth.


Next week cannot come soon enough- New York (and Alex) I love you!

8.08.2012

Productivity at its finest

I think today will be the day that I take down the Christmas wreath that has been hanging on our front door for 80% of our marriage (you're welcome, neighbors). While I’m at it, I’ll probably hang the clock that has been sitting on the floor of our entryway, and maybe I’ll even shove all of our laundry into some bins and hide them in the closet. I’m not sure where this attitude of productivity has been, but it’s about time it made an appearance.

I did however, manage to finish this rug that overtook our office for weeks on end, leaving no room for the laundry that was formerly in its place. I would consider that quite the accomplishment seeing as how I lost all motivation about ten minutes into it, again. I suppose all of my industrious efforts are due to the fact that I don’t know how much longer we will be here in our historic little house- 30 days or 30 years (heaven help us all if we are still tenants of apartment #3 at that point in time). It might also be due to the fact that our friend and photographer will be coming over tomorrow to snap a few photos of our abode, so that we will always have a photographic keepsake of the time we lived in that old green house on Center Street. Despite the mid-day temperatures which reach upwards of 120 degrees turning our residence into a historic oven, and our faucets that turn backwards, and even the 1.7 feet of counter space that we’ve crowded with our toaster- I want to remember it all. So in the meantime, I’ll be shoving bins into closets and scrubbing our tub, so that our memories will be captured in their best and cleanest state.

And if that fails, I’ve always got Photoshop.