And we're back...

A post-less month. Whoops!

I've been a little busy getting ready for this April 21 deal. 

And when I'm not doing that, I'm with this guy.

We're happy people.

Happy people that will be married in one month!

And as it gets closer, some new worries come to mind...

What happens when he realizes just how much milk I drink?

What if he snores? What if I snore?

What if every single married person in the world is right, and marriage is really hard?

But then we laugh about something and I'm not so worried about the worries.

He'll love me through all the gallons of milk I go through,

there's no way he snores louder than my dad,

and marriage will be great and hard. Mostly great.

Especially because I got such a catch.

He didn't even complain through this invitation-envelope-stuffing madness.

Getting Sammy's pie-shakes eased our pain.

And it felt good to get all those invites in the mail!

"I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!" - Buddy the Elf.

April 21 is coming fast.

Then we'll be happy people, with the same last name.

Face Time

Lydia loves phones.

Preferably phones that work, but she's also happy with hers. Which doesn't work.

But, you can't get her off of it. ?

 She discovered the turn-around camera on my iPhone, and went to town.

I'm seeing some family resemblance.

And she's seriously cute. So I'm ok with that.

Toby Keith disappoints. Again.

Dear Dad,

Look where your girls went this weekend...

...and it only further convinced us of the annoyingness of Toby Keith. Four thumbs down.

Drive time: 30 min

Wait time: 150 min

Mason jars of beer: 1,278

Leaving to go to the Outback: Priceless.

Keith Urban forever.

Love, 

Your Daughters

p.s. Actual wait time listed. No exaggerations used in the writing of this blog post.

Next year...

After working in DC for the week, I made sure to get a few days of Ali and Boston in before my return to Utah land.

We were so ready for the Super Bowl, predictions and all.

Maybe the final score didn't turn out quite as planned... But at least I got some prizes!

Cheering for the Patriots felt depressingly similar to being a Jazz fan during NBA playoffs.

Can't catch a break. At least Ali took Monday off to play with me - saved her from spending a day with an entirely grumpy, bad-mood city.

Now I'm heading home with a box of cannolis in hand!

Pretty sure those need to be refrigerated.

But Michael needs to try one, and Rachel will still love one regardless of temperature standards.

Hopefully it's a fast flight!

Full Time Fun

My second home. Sometimes first.

I love my job, and I love event planning -- but sometimes when event time comes around...

...this is lunch. And days are crazy.

But hey, you'll never catch me complaining about chocolate on chocolate.

Sometimes I pinch myself to see if I'm really getting paid to plan events. Best job ever.

Except when I come home and plan my own wedding, part of me feels like I'm still getting paid.

Nope.