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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 (, 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.