Just Wondering...

Do people still blog??

I just remembered that our blog existed. I mean, I was always forgetting about it, but only for a few months at a time. This time, however, I forgot about it for a whole year! Sorry blog. I apologize for the fact that my husband and I suck at writing about our lives. Hopefully we'll dust you off and use you again soon!

Shoes

Julie likes shoes. She has a particular taste in shoes, however. Every once in a while, we'll end up in a store that sells shoes. When this happens, she has a game that she likes to play. It's called "Make Keith Guess Which Shoes I Like And Which Shoes I Think Are Ugly." Not exactly the most exciting game. But I'm pretty good at it. She really likes heels, but they have to be just right.

Not too short, not too tall. Somewhere around the 3-4 inch range.


The heel itself has to be small, not a big fat thing.


She hates wedges.


She's not a fan of the platform that you often find in the front of a heel.


No weird patterns/designs.


And she prefers the shoe not to be too shiny (like plastic) or suede.


She also likes boots, but has yet to find a pair for herself. She claims that her "beefy calves" make it hard to find a good pair that fits.


If we had way too much money and she wasn't afraid of spending money on things, we would probably have a shoe museum. Sometimes, it's ok not to have a ton of excess money to throw around.

I love weddings. Drinks all around!

Keith and I are taking a break this weekend. And by "taking a break," I guess I just mean that we aren't going to any weddings haha.

The weekend of the 11th, we went to Denver. One of my best friends and roommates was getting married to another one of my best friends. These two were both in my freshman ward, and I had the opportunity to see their relationship develop from the very beginning. It took a little hiatus while he was on his mission of course, but we all knew they would be together again in the end. Don't you love when that happens?! :)

Then this past weekend, Keith and I got to go back home for my brother's wedding. My bro and his wife started dating November 2010, so they've been together for almost 2 years now. Their wedding and reception wasn't half as good as mine, but that's not really their fault. I'm just that much more fun than they are. :) Either way, it was SO incredibly fun to spend a week with my family. Man alive, we drive each other crazy sometimes, but it's always worth it for the fun times we have together.

That's really why I love weddings so much. It is the best possible excuse to get your closest family and friends together in the same place at the same time. The most memorable moment of my wedding day was when I walked into that sealing room and saw all of those people. Those smiling faces exuded such love, support, and overall happiness for me that I was completely overwhelmed. One year later, I still consider the time spent in that holy house the best of my life. :)

Here are just a few pictures from this past weekend. Their photographer did some really creative shots. Their wedding pictures are definitely going to be something to cherish. The whole album is fantastic and so funny! I wish the weather would have been nicer when Keith and I got married. Maybe then we would have spent more time taking pictures haha

The happy couple

Thought this was a neat idea

The whole clan being wacky... like usual

And just for old time's sake. Happiest day of my life :)

Entomophobia anyone??

"Whenever I hear you scream bloody murder, I assume it's just a bug."

Thanks Keith. Really. If ever something awful actually WERE to happen to me, my screams would be brushed off as if I'd merely seen an ant. Comforting.

It's not my fault that I have somehow become terrified of bugs. ALL bugs. Except ladybugs. I can handle those. But bugs in general give me the creeps. I hate them. I look at them and want to throw up. Or cry. Or run away screaming. Or all three. Which was the case today.

I was watching the Olympics, which is literally ALL I have done for the past week and a half. And for some reason, while I watch really intense athletes perform amazing feats, I like to sit on my couch and eat candy. No biggie. So tonight, I reach over, pick up my bag of sour patch kids (YUM), and see this HUGE bug on the bag. I don't even know what the thing was, just that it was big and black. I literally screamed at the top of my lungs and threw the bag to the floor, spewing its contents. I wonder what the neighbors were thinking?? They probably didn't jump to the conclusion that I had seen a bug... And as a side note, the candy bag was almost empty. Otherwise I never would have considered throwing it to the floor and contaminating that much sugary goodness. Anyway... I made a complete fool out of myself. Again. But then Keith, being the studly man he is, killed the bug for me. My hero.

Keith and I are lucky. Our apartment is really pretty clean for an old married complex in P-town. I've only ever seen like 3 bugs in our place, and we've lived here for a year now! Sometimes people try to convince me that bugs are good. That we need certain bugs to control the numbers of certain other bugs? (In my opinion, it would be great if NO bugs existed at all. Then they wouldn't have to try and keep track of each other all the time...?) But since they exist, and I can't do anything about it, I will accept it. I will NOT, however, accept bugs in my HOUSE. EVER. And ESPECIALLY not anywhere near my candy. If it ever happens again, Keith will end you quickly.

Let's play Candyland!

Yeah, that was one of the first things my brother said to me when he came to visit this past week. And I can't complain! Somehow, my family (though the youngest of us is almost 14) has come to love that game more and more with age. Don't ask. It's the same with the game Sorry. Man alive if you want to see my family competitive, get us all together for a game of Sorry.

I absolutely love my family. I am so glad that my baby brother and daddy could come out to Utah to visit last week. I had so much fun with them. We talked and laughed. A LOT. I got to show my brother around campus and convince him even more that he wants to come to school here at BYU. We saw the new Spiderman movie (which was pretty good) went out to eat a few times, and daddy even bought our groceries for the week! Hooray!

We also got to spend some time with my cousins! Which I don't do very often, unfortunately. My cousins are AWESOME! They are just like the rest of us who live on the East Coast. We have the same sense of humor and even the same mannerisms. I'm so sad we didn't grow up closer together. Anyway, we spent July 4th and 8th with them and had a TON of fun. We played 2 games of whiffleball which was a blast! Except for when Keith hit the ball into my 10-year old cousin's face... Actually, that was hilarious. We all just laughed, it looked so dang funny. Hit her square in the forehead, and then that ball flew straight up like ten feet in the air. She laughed too haha. When you grow up the youngest of 5 brutal siblings, you get used to it. At least it wasn't a real baseball. :)

I'm not much of a picture taker, so I don't have any proof of the fun I had with them, but believe me when I say I absolutely LOVE my family. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world. I can't wait to go back home and visit everyone (minus Josh) next month for my older brother's wedding. YAY!

Random thoughts

So, it's been a while since I've posted here. Julie is a bit better at it than I am.  Actually, there have been quite a few times that I've had something to say but never ended up posting. It's usually just because I'm too tired or too lazy. I'm sure that all of you already know that I transferred to a different department at Vivint a little over a month ago. I now work in the retention department, and I got a $2/hour raise, which was really nice! My schedule is now from 7-3:30 Monday-Friday. I'll work a Saturday every once in a while, but it isn't something that happens on a regular basis. As much as I love getting home so early, it really kind of stinks when my alarm goes off at 6 in the morning. I've never been very good about getting to bed on time, which doesn't help things. For the first few weeks after transferring over, I was feeling completely overwhelmed with all of the work that we had to do, but things are looking up now.

We had the opportunity to pick Joseph up from the airport last week and take him to the MTC. That was such a great experience! It was so much fun to spend some time with him! And when I think about it, we aren't going to be all that far. I just realized that when we go down to Garry and Sheri's for the baby blessing at the end of the month, Joseph will already be in the field. We'll be driving right through his mission on the way down. Random. Anyway. We were supposed to pick Joseph up from the airport at 11:45. Being the really intelligent person that I am, I didn't even think to check his flight status before we left for the airport. When Julie and I got there, we checked the flight board and saw that his flight had been delayed until after 2:00. We had enough time that we could have easily gone home and come back to the airport later. Instead of wasting that much gas though, we decided to just head over to the City Creek Center to waste some time. While we were at Macy's looking at clothes, we got a call from Joesph. The reason his flight was delayed was because of storms from where the flight originated. Once the plane actually got to Texas, Joseph boarded and sat for a while. But at some point, a bird flew into the engine. Yeah, that's really helpful. They said they were going to check it out but that they should be ok. However, after sitting on the plane for about an hour, they had to get off the plane. Apparently it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Luckily, Joseph ran into some other missionaries. Some were going home, and there was one who was also headed to the MTC. They finally found a plane and Joesph ended up getting into Salt Lake at about 6, only 6 hours after he was supposed to. We took him and the other stranded Elder (the shuttle he had arranged to pick him up was long gone) out to dinner and got them into the MTC a little after 8.

Um... I went to change our laundry, and my train of thought got derailed...  I hope you enjoyed my disjointed thoughts. :-D

Carpet Cleaning

We got our carpets cleaned today. I absolutely HATE getting our carpets cleaned, and here are my reasons why...

1) Is it really necessary to clean the carpet three times a year?! They're just stealing our money. We HAVE to have them cleaned when the complex schedules the cleanings, and they automatically add the charge to our monthly rent bill. Yuck. More needlessly spent money. I keep a clean house... and I KNOW I didn't dirty my carpet that much over the last semester...

2) Those guys are in and out of here within 10 minutes. How is that a bad thing you might ask? Not gonna lie, it's not like I want people tramping around my house for hours and hours, but heck, if you're going to claim to "clean the carpets," you had better CLEAN THE CARPETS! And honestly, I doubt you can legitimately clean an entire apartment's worth of carpet in 10 minutes, even though our apartment is small and the carpet wasn't all that dirty to begin with.

3) WET SOCKS! UGH! I hate having wet socks! Or wet feet! Or wet shoes even! The ventilation in our place isn't all that great, and that stuff they spray doesn't dry too quickly. They came in for 10 minutes, but we'll have uncomfortably wet floors for the next day and a half. Fantastic...

I have to admit though, there is one (and only one) good thing about getting your carpets cleaned. Your floors have to be clear, and vacuumed. I ALWAYS keep my house neat and clean. In fact, my friends get ticked off if they hear me call my place a mess. However, when we get our carpets cleaned, my house is extra, EXTRA squeaky clean. And I love me some clean house. :)