Just Bringing To Your Attention Something I've Always Questioned.

Fun Size? Really? I've never thought so. Possibly "Only Big Enough To Get Stuck In Your Teeth Size," but that's actually not fun. How about selling REGUALR size candy bars at Halloween for less...? That would be fun.

UVU, Taylor Andrews...We're Professionals.

Check out our new married blog! Doesn't it feel different? When you stop by our page, doesn't it just fill your whole screen and whole room with feelings of marital sophistication? Aren't we just maturity personified? I know. Brian’s made a few cameos on my blog, but now he’s the main man. On OUR blog. Welcome to our uber-girly blog, husband. Now we can officially title our blog something like, “How to be poor,” or “What insurance?” We can also officially title me as a wife! And for the first few weeks, I felt like I was on a reality show. Newlyweds or something. Newlyweds: The Mormon Edition. Like it wasn’t my actual life, because it was (and any Newlyweds: The Mormon Edition viewer would agree) unreasonably perfect. Fun jobs, big city, trips to CA and AZ, an amazing wedding, and a honeymoon so unbelievable that Nick and Jessica would consider reconciliation just to be back on the show. After a whirlwind summer in Las Vegas, Brian and I are back in Utah now. Even though I’ve been up here over 4 years, it feels completely different here being married instead of in college living with 7 girls. I can’t understand exactly what I had anticipated. I married my favorite person in the world, but perhaps somewhere in the teeny dark corners of my mind that are so small and unvisited that they could only have been created to store math knowledge, I had envisioned the same lifestyle I experienced living with girls. I guess I just assumed impromptu dance parties to Britney while getting ready for the day was customary in life. Borrowing clothes, being borrowed from, going to the gym and then stopping to get ice cream right after…isn’t that the archetypal college life? Sure, I’d go grocery shopping with my husband and do wifely things, but we’d hold hands and go teetering down the isle in fun shoes. Yeah, that would be great…if he was gay. But Brian is very not gay, so we don’t do that; thus the need for acclimatization to this new Utah life and a slight feeling of separation anxiety from those friends who have moved and forsaken me in the arctic. I AM excited to begin married life in the arctic though…because it is just for 15 months, right husband? :) Brian is in school and loving it, and will continue to love it until next December. Since I received both my Bachelor and M.R.S. degrees this year, I thought I’d also continue on with my education. I have mixed feelings about not teaching high school this year, but am looking forward to a different direction of schooling. In Brian’s words, I’m going to grad school to study hair follicles and chemical alterations. In laymen’s terms, I’m going to hair school while he finishes up. So begins Utah part deux.

A few pictures...

Love, Mrs. Scurr.

Yup, I'm a MRS. now! I have had the time of my life the past month. Brian and I are both sad to be leaving Las Vegas, but VERY excited to start married life in Utah. We're headed back up today, but I thought I would throw some engagement pictures on my blog while I have a minute.

A revamped blog with Brian's debut will be coming soon...

A Complete Idiot's Guide to Being a Trophy Wife

A compilation of rules as observed by Ashton during her career in the Las Vegas hospitality industry. “She don’t believe in shooting stars But she believes in shoes and cars…” -Kanye. Avoid sitting too close to your children in public as not to reveal your age. If you must speak to them directly, let the words fly off of your lips with the same sharpness as the needle that has just injected them. Think that sounds harsh? We’re trophy wives, not soccer moms. Never show signs of emotion, specifically on your face. Trophy wives everywhere look to Victoria Beckham for inspiration. Not only will this poker face keep you mysterious, it will also keep you from getting wrinkles (Botox will help you better achieve this impassiveness). Although some may interpret this unexpressive attitude as heartlessness, it’s better than being considered sweet. Trophy wives should never like anything sweet, unless it’s Splenda-based. Anything made without this sugar substitute will later be carved off by a surgeon. In the rare and unfortunate event that this should happen, clothe yourself as little as possible to distract eyes from any healing scars. Make sure that any couture that is absolutely necessary to cover up has at least one giant designer logo, preferably in rhinestones. This is a typical trophy wife defensive maneuver used to blind those that seek proof of plasticity.

[Eyerolling is unprofessional. Good thing I wear sunglasses everyday, just in case I slip.]

Happy Fourth!

This Fourth of July, I tried to keep each food item on my paper plate safe from the inevitable domination of the salsa. I don’t appreciate my favorite homemade salsa’s disregard for personal space with other food on my plate.

As I barbecued with my family and quickly downed my mildly spicy watermelon before I went to work, I realized how lucky I am. No, blessed. I am truly overwhelmed with gratitude at this time of the year . I was surrounded by family, friends, and had time to relax and contemplate how unbelievably blessed I’ve been.

Some things I’m grateful for this year:

1.Getting engaged!
2. Graduating.
3. Colby’s mission. And Brian’s brother’s mission, too. The boys’ sacrificing their time inspires and motivates me everyday.
4.…and they will be back next Fourth!
5. Brian and I both have good jobs.
6. Las Vegas! And all that it entails (weather, city, family, food, friends, lights).
7. The beach. LOVE IT. I’ll have been able to have gone 3 times by the end of the summer!
8. Good books.
9. My family. Everyone loves their family, but mine seriously leaves me in awe. This includes even my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. I have such great role models.
10. Direction in life. My life has taken a sharp turn in a completely unexpected direction, but I couldn't be happier. Funny how everything falls into place.

I'm Getting Scurr-ed.

Contrary to any not-so-predominantly-white high school's definition of the term, my getting Scurr-ed has nothing to do with fear. In fact, it's quite the opposite! I can't wait. :]

Some recent developments in the process:

1. My ENTIRE family (well, all the girls) came down for a family bridal shower. They surprised me with a little "Vegas Vacation." For a couple of relaxing days we stayed on the top floor of the Trump Hotel. AMAZING. There was lots of shopping, talking, eating (Mon Ami Gabi AND Maggiano's...mmm...), laughing, massages, and just great "girl" time.

Eating my favorite Red Velvet cupcakes and guessing a number. As it turns out, they all won massages. Haha

Brian with some of the girls :]

We love us some breakfast in bed.

I had SO much fun with all of my cousins and aunts! I loved that they got to know Brian better. I was thrilled to have so much cousin time and was flattered they all came down.

2. We got all of our engagement pictures back, and LOVE them. I was looking forward to having my amazing friend Alex take them ( http://plainjaynephotodesign.blogspot.com/), but conflicting schedules made this just impossible. Luckily, I snagged a photographer who did an incredible job. Unbelievable, really.



I wanted some traditional engagement pictures, but I also wanted something, you know, cool. Something that I'd see and actually LOOK at, not glance over. They say pictures speak a thousand words, but if that's the case, a good chunk of engagements I've seen are pretty monotone. I wanted my pictures to have a distinct voice, and my photographer definitely fulfilled that request! I'll get some up soon...(Leila, I promise)!