Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Wants nomz NAOOW

Well, maybe blogger will be more cooperative than facebook. Either my little lappy-toppy just can't handle life in any way, shape or form or the silly photo uploader on good ole FB took a turn for the worst worse there ever was.
I think I broke it and it ate some of my pictures. SAD DAY.

Alrighty! Well I'm married now and as such there are a few stories worth sharing. Fret not, all tales will be kept to a decent PG rating. Probably G. We're just super exciting people.
I'll post pictures and talk about the actual honeymoon later, when I'm not about to rage it up and shove my computer down the garbage disposal because it just. won't. upload. pictures. I just wants to share my memories! Das all!
And so, to recap the timeline of events for lovely 2012 thus far;

  • Moved to Chandler with the family.
  • Worked on getting Mark moved to apartment #1 in the triplex. 
  • Started job at Red Mountain high school.
  • Planning, planning, always planning.
  • Got super weird sickly diseased (still-don't-know-what-was-wrong).
  • Moving Mark back to #3 and getting brother's things O-U-T.
  • Accompanied everyone for Regional Auditions (not exactly but basically).
  • Got married.
  • Spring break honeymoon.
  • Yay exaaaams 
  • Started another online class
  • Cali Choir tour this week.
  • CGCC festival and Ren Fest all in one weekend!
  • RMHS musical (april 12-14)
I would not begrudge May for coming a little early this year. 
On a much more exciting note, my cute little house is actually looking cute and homey!! This is one of the parts of being married I was so super stoked for. Not to mention I know how this place looked for the past couple years being a "bachelor pad" in all it's glory. Therapeutic scrubbing; saving my sanity. But I just spent the evening moving the table and chairs around, hauling out the awkward-to-carry armchair to try and find a place for that and the bookshelf and playing around with interior decorating.
Btdubs, it's after TEN O'CLOCK and I made dinner at 8:30 and Mark still isn't home from school. Not exactly my favorite thing ever right there. I wants my husband, please and thank you very much! Tour is going to be....a lovely adventure, I believe. We shall see how this goes. Hopefully I don't cry too much *crosses fingers*. And yes, I'm totally okay with admitting that I'm a complete wimp when it comes to being apart from him. I don't have the starch to buck up and deal with the loneliness. 
I'm really hungry. And the spaghetti smells really good. Neighborhood walmart is my best friend right now. It's awesome. Maybe I'll sneak an otter pop. Hmmmm....
OTTERS!! We saw dem on the honeymoon! Except I'm not talking about that yet. Whoops.
Ohhh, too garbled in the brain to do this. Can't...function, need sleep and....Dr. P. Yup. For realzies. 

Monday, March 5, 2012

For Your Health

This is my new go-to song for an instant pick-me-up, go-get-em attitude.
And a huge laugh session.
 I seriously can't stop.

So. You're welcome.

Hey, so no big deal but we got our marriage license certificate thingy this morning. It's whatever. But it was much more of an adventure than I was expecting. I totally thought it would be a place like the DMV where I feel like hundreds of humans are packed into this tiny, inefficiently designed cave and we're all standing/sitting in line to waste away our lives. Kind of like a bleary hospital.
But it wasn't. The building was huge, firstly. Which made it really awkward for me to be driving around aimlessly looking for some small, inconspicuous structure with disproportionately large signage and telling Mark, "yeah maybe you should use your phone GPS..." but he looks at me and points right ahead of us, "Hope, it's right there."
"well obviously, I mean my goodness, Mark."
And then I almost missed the parking lot because it was confusing. And then we went inside where there was security. Talk about immediate panic. And what a bumface, Mark knew about it so he didn't wear a belt but he forgot to mention it to me. The girl with the purse that has endless pockets of knick-knacks that set off every alarm ever made and the dude searched through it for seriously 5 minutes and I'm about to start sweating cuz I know my swiss army pocket knife is in there and surely they're going to find it and tackle me and haul me off to jail in some remote corner of Mexico because obviously I'm a terrorist. 
But they just commented on my nail clippers setting the machine off and gave me my purse back. Dude didn't even have the decency to put everything back where it goes. I mean, honestly. Although I'm pretty sure he correctly identified my keychain as a "Firefly" so....he is forgiven. 
In any case, we found the right room and the right paperwork and got it all filled out with only one small hiccup in the form of Mark forgetting his SSN. Hopefully he guessed right. 
And neither of us remembered how exactly to fill out a check. Thank goodness for Google and ingenious phones. But turns out they take credit. Too bad we didn't see the notice hanging on the wall before we took 10 minutes giggling and trying to remember where and if you sign.
The lady was super nice though. Mormon, too. She drew a big heart in fat sharpie on the front of our manila envelope with all the stuffs in it. 

And now only 5 more hours of anticipation before we meet up at the temple to take our "Bridal/Groomal" pictures. Which means Mark is going to see the dress! Which means I should probably go do some crunches and drink 3.4 gallons of water. 
Just kidding on the water. That doesn't make any sense. Yay.


Thursday, March 1, 2012

Silly Boy

Sometimes...my fiance's an idiot.
Like the moments where there's 5 minutes before he has to log in for school and he says,
"Are you sure we're mature enough to get married?"
Which is not a new question from him. So I tease,
"You gettin' cold feets on me?!"

And then that awkward moment where he is.
But he actually isn't.
But he makes it seem like he is.
Because he doesn't talk for endless minutes and clarify and explain what he means.
So I get all somber and end up crying cuz he doesn't know how to use his words and just TELL me that all he means is he's worried I'm not going to be up to dealing with him for the rest of my life and he doesn't want me to have to deal with him or be "stuck" with him for the rest of eternity and I start crying even harder and yell at him with my face smooshed into his soggy shoulder,
"You're so stupid! I love you, why are you such a blockhead?!"
Still crying but laughing.

Good times.

I don't even know...

That awkward moment when your best friend dedicates an entire blog post to you, directing her readers to your blog...
and then you go to blog.
"Now I have to be FUNNY??!"
And so I start with one of the most cliche memes out there. Woot rising to the occasion.

So yesterday, the fiance and I finally got to spend some down time together (like 2.5 hours, but that's better than the past week of not seeing and hardly talking to each other at all...sad Hope is sad). And I guess one could say we actually practiced dancing together!
Except it went a lot like this...

You think I'm kidding. We actually referenced that clip and did it to each other. And then I stood on his feet and we wobbled back and forth until I tripped on a shoe and about knocked us both over. If anything, you guys should come to our reception just to see us attempt to dance together and not cause any sort of accident. Should be highly entertaining.
I've been wanting to blog for the past couple days, but then today I went to work, went to pick up Mark's suits (he's so sexy in 'em you guys don't even unnerstaaaand!!), had to finish online homework before it's due tonight, answer emails and make calls and clean and plan and gotta get to play rehearsal soon and and and...
Whew! it's like I have a life or something.
Ooh! Ooh! Got my recommend signed last night, so now my mom and I gotta go get me some super special undy-clothings and I'm kinda sorta more excited for this than anything ever in my life of 21 short years.

People are way too kind to me. Thank goodness for friends.