Bad Wedding Pictures

I've been meaning to post these for a while. Because we got so many GOOD wedding pictures, it's hilarious to me that we got a lot of awful ones too. It's bound to happen when someone is snapping millions of pictures of you. Right? But allow me to share some of our bad wedding pictures.

Some are bad because they're just not our style. The white background on this one kills me. 

 Some really shouldn't be anyone's style.

Bless our photographer's heart. He tried for days to get a "serious" picture of me and Jason. My friends and family know this - and I think the photographer realizes it now. I don't have a serious face that doesn't look like I want to kill someone. I call this "the mug shot."

 Yep, someone's life is definitely in danger here.

 Can't make a serious face in front of a waterfall.

 Certainly can't do it outside the temple.

Or the reception center. I especially like this one because it has an "angry in the 1800's" feel.

 The good news is - no one in our family does serious faces well.

I call this one "amazon woman" because the camera angle makes me look about 7 feet tall. And it's not pretty. Ugh. 

This is what happens at the end of a loooong shoot when you ask Jason and I to act like we're dancing. This is why we didn't do a first dance.

Just ridiculous.

And perhaps my favorite (read: WORST) picture of our wedded bliss. Gotta to post this one a second time. It's just that bad.

Happy Birthday Tay!

Technically, Tay's birthday isn't until tomorrow. 

But since he so clearly loves to be the center of attention, let's get this party started early!!!

Friday Night at the Lanes

So proud they bowl like I do!

Just a Reminder

If I haven't mentioned it already, I LOVE being an aunt to these sweethearts.

Cha Cha Cha - Ooo La La

Happy Birthday to me! I enjoyed large pieces of my birthday weekend. (Migraine the Friday before and intermittent orneriness the day of were not all that enjoyable.) Mostly I enjoyed that my birthday fell on the Sunday before President's Day so I had the next Monday off work. Birthday Bonus.

We went to The Homestead Resort in Midway for a night. Watched movies and slept in and ate yummy food and went to the cheese store = successful getaway for a recovering migraineur. (I swear that's a word.)

One of my favorite gifts is my birthday buddy, Ethan. We had a combined birthday dinner on Saturday night. Tay kept threatening to dress his little Valentino up as Cupid and take him to church that way. I thought he should. But you can see he looks pretty cute in his winter coat too.

Tyler, Bryce, and Tanner called to wish me happy birthday and left a heart-warming voice mail with their rendition of "Happy Birthday - cha cha cha - ooo la la." Will be a message I'm not able to delete for awhile. Too cute. Also cute was that Jason sent me upstairs to take a birthday nap while he made brownies. A light nap with the smell of brownies wafting through the air is the ideal way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

We got this photo frame for our wedding and I put the pictures together in time for Valentines Day. It's a lot of pictures of us. But I think we can justify putting it up in our house for a bit and then I'll change at least some of the pictures out. 

Nothing to do with birthdays or Valentines Day, but WHY would Questar think they needed to mark their territory in YELLOW all over my front yard??? The new and reluctant dog owner in me completely freaked out when I drove home and my yard looked like this. ROONEY. But apparently it wasn't his fault. (And he's not smart enough to put up little yellow flags anyway.) False alarm. This time.

One final picture of random happiness. We did Village Inn Free Pie Wednesday last night and brought our triple berry pie home to enjoy with Mexican hot chocolate. So yummy. So, so yummy.

Thank Goodness It Was a Dream

I had a dream last night that Jason and I were engaged and he was refusing to set a wedding date. I was really angry at him when I woke up. I tried to remind myself that we're already married. But it seems irrelevant when you're ticked in the middle of the night.

Weekend Fun

Tay and Heather's kids came to play on Saturday. (Note: Ethan does great without Heather until the two hour mark, at which point he is inconsolable. From now on, I am probably only available to watch the little guy for an hour and a half at a time, just to be safe.) We all had fun. (Including the big kid in the background on the PlayStation4 that his brothers were kind enough to get him for the wedding.) I love that Lauren and Carly have learned to start saying that they're hungry the second they walk into someone else's house. It's always good to investigate what options other people have in their pantry. I believe I have modeled this behavior well whenever I go to my Dad's house.

The other thing that I found to be amusing is that Lauren refuses to go into our storage room because of the pink on the walls. (Also known as insulation in an unfinished basement.) Apparently she tells her parents frequently that she's not allowed to go downstairs at Aunt Traci's because it has pink on the walls. I have no idea where she got that.

Speaking of things I don't understand... My primary class on Sunday spent a good portion of the lesson "looking" for an imaginary set of scriptures. This task was made more difficult because the owner of the imaginary scriptures could never seem to pinpoint their exact location. He always knew where the scriptures weren't - he just wasn't sure where they were. I'm not sure we learned much about the gospel (although I did keep encouraging the kids to feast upon the word and search for the scriptures etc.) but those five year-olds sure did keep themselves entertained. Which is sometimes all you can ask for.

COB Life

Riding in the parking elevator with Sister Barbara Thompson. Do I tell her I quoted her in my Sacrament meeting talk two weeks ago and I've always been secretly in love with her? Probably not.

Hey Mickey

Happy Birthday to the best Mini Wedding Planner a girl could have.

He plans a pretty mean Mexican Fiesta too.