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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Brr.

I kept trying to think of a more tactful way of saying this, but I'll just be honest. I hate, HATE the cold. I honestly do. I’m not just saying that because it’s what all people in cold weather feel they should say in order to fit in with the rest of our beach-worshipping society. No, I’m really serious. And I feel I have less of a tolerance for the bitter weather as I get older. Brian and I were both raised in the dry, Southwestern heat (and we mean HEAT), and I’m pretty positive that our bodies were biologically adjusted to accommodate those temperatures. I’m also pretty sure we were destined to never leave them. Hence the new blog name. No allusions to us being in any way acrobatic, just the declaration that we hate the cold. In a nice way.

I came across some of our honeymoon pictures, and it made me wonder why we ever came back. Warm, gorgeous...should have stayed.







Check out this water!!! Unreal. It's like a pool.








Oh, Cayman Islands, how I miss all 12 or so miles of you.

Oh yes, and Brian asked me to address a specific issue: people that choose to take the elevator instead of the stairs when the destination is only one floor away. Well, Brian Scurr. After much contemplation, I realized that there is nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, I am the person that does it. Not all the time, depending on my shoe choice, but most of the time. There is nothing like the thrill of the elevator, Brian. Wondering who will be inside the elevator (an old neighbor? a friend? a celebrity? my grandma? do the current passengers’ combined weights already exceed the maximum capacity?), trying to manipulate the elevator’s speed of arrival in your head, the novelty of pressing the buttons and watching them light up, the excitement and tinge of terror surmising the very real possibility of getting stuck in such a confined space with only the contents of your purse and one bar of battery on your cell phone…yes, I can relate to all your button-pushing peers Husband. Sorry. Maybe you should stop being so practical and stop to enjoy the ride.* :)


*Brian, disregard this statement if you are late to class and somehow have to retake it, causing us a prolonged sentence in Utah. Just take the stairs and push people out of the way.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Seriously, the 5th time i've tried to post this.

I was recently deemed as being elusive. . .I'm not. Just busy! We've been all over the place lately. Las Vegas, Newport, Disneyland, Park City. . .Disney Princesses on Ice (just had to throw that in)!

Brian is working now! I’m so proud of him for working while already having his plate full with school work. It’s great news, although after I had worked all summer, I WAS enjoying the financial dictatorship I had almost established in our marriage. Maybe I can still commandeer a room in the house.

And finally, I dyed. I’m brunette now. This deed was done prior to hair school so I wouldn’t do anything too crazy. A few pictures to catch you up.















































Why do I always have these huge blank spaces I can't get rid of? Seriously.










































Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

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.

Monday, August 24, 2009

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...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

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
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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.]

Sunday, July 5, 2009

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.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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)!


































































Sunday, June 7, 2009

Aqua Net Hairspray? Rubber Cement?

Is a wedding truly so imperative to my life that it could trump even the actual MARRIAGE? At 66 days until my wedding, I have a dress, a temple date, and...a groom. And that's all! But really, that's all I care about. I've decided to downsize a LOT from what I originally planned, so I'm not too concerned.

In other news of my life, I went to church today and didn't pay attention at all. That was due in part to the fact that I ate a leftover cheeseburger right before I realized I was supposed to be fasting and then felt bad, and partly because I sat behind this girl with the most ornately disheveled up-do I have ever seen.

Yet so intriguing.


If Amy Winehouse was LDS, this would be her.

I couldn't stop staring. If I'd had to snap out of her horrific hair-induced trance and peeled my eyes away, my eyeballs probably would have sounded like nails on a chalkboard. My contacts would have fallen out.

So I had to keep staring. I don't even know this girl, and she'll never read my blog, but let me say this more tactfully. It's not that I hated her hair. No, let me rephrase that. It's not that I completely hated her hair. It's just that I was looking for a small animal hidden in it. Was it a gerbil? A small guinea pig? No... her unassuming pet hamster MUST have gotten stuck up there while roaming around on a Sunday morning stroll INSIDE it's hamster ball, because that is the only way this coif could possibly be maintained in such form.

Thank you, anonymous girl, for helping me get through Fast Sunday without thinking once about the cheeseburger I already ate. Good luck to you and your hamster. And maybe next week I can secretly touch your hair to see what it feels like.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Jon & Kate.

I've never been all that interested in the goings-on of other people's lives. Because of my usual complete disregard for reality TV shows, I'm somewhat ashamed...but this is important. Does anyone watch this?



Sad.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Florida+Graduation>Thoughts and Big Decisions.

You know when you make indoor s'mores in the microwave, and you just stand there watching the marshmallow get bigger and bigger? That is similar to what my brain feels like right now. I wonder if it will explode.

So instead of spouting off a bunch of bride-to-be/future-to-be mouth-poo, I figure pictures are an adequate compensation for the lack of the former. Consider yourself lucky (for now).