Looks Like I am Married.

So Im married now. All the countdown, all the preparation. All the tears, all the worry, and now Im married. Married life is great. Being engaged was so.....gotta do this gotta do this, oh better go do that, oh shoot I forgot to do that. Now...we just chill and its nice. We still have another reception in Standrod on the 18th, which I hope all of you will be attending..right right???






What am I supposed to say after being married............



Know that I love it.


Know that it feels a bit weird sometimes, and I start to look around and make sure I am really alive and living and not in some freaky dream.



Im already like an old married person.
Married people are old, have babies. Im just 20.
But Im happier than I ever have been.




Honeymoon.




We travelled all over the place. We first stayed in Provo, then the next day drove to Vegas. In Vegas we stayed from Sunday to Wednesday. On Wednesday Brad's brother Mike was married to Janeen in St. Geroge. From there we went to Solana Beach California. We visited beaches, and watched fireworks at the Del Mar County fair, visited the San Diego Temple, then drove on to Magic Mountain Six Flags. Wow! That was so fun.

You know because Brad is five we showed up at 10:30 AM (opening) and didnt leave the park until 10 PM (closing). You know we went on our favorite rollercoasters over 5 times each. You know I bought 2 slushy lemonades, 1 dippin dots, 2 panda express meals all for a total of 42.97. And you know we brought in a crushed waterbottle and then uncrushed it and filled it full of nice germy drinking fountain water, which is....warm.


But my favorite ride was Goliath.

Maybe it was because of that massive drop that puts you right into a tunnel. Maybe it was because it didnt go upside down but rather sideways a lot. Maybe it was because I had the worst headache all day long and it didnt rattle my brain. Maybe its because at one part all the blood is at your feet and you struggle not to black out. Im not sure. But it was my favorite.

Brad's favorite was tatsu. I hated it. I like feeling secure. I know that electronically something could go wrong and open all the seats and send hundreds of helpless bodies with lives they want to keep living but have to end because some 14 year old rollercoaster runner hit the wrong button. I dont want that to happen. Thats why I like sitting down happy rollercoasters. I especially like ones that have a seatbelt to secure you even more. I like those a lot. I can enjoy those. And not just frantically cling to the harness over my shoulders. But Tatsu didnt have that seat belt, and to make matters worse, if it did come undone. You are dead. No chance of survival because you are sitting down. Because really its probably the only FLYING rollercoaster ever. And its really scary. Even after six times I was still terrified of it. Terrified. My hands produced about a gallon of milk of sweat :)

Maybe Im a baby. But I dont like to feel like I am going to die when I am on my honeymoon. If anything I want to live. A lot live. Because Brad is hot and he is now my husband. And he loves tatsu and me.......Right Brad?


So six flags was a success and the 14 year old didnt push the wrong button and I lived.

We came home and it is SOOOOoooooo Nice to be home. I cleaned and arranged all day Thursday and wow it feels good not to live in chaos. We actually are liking our 2 room apartment. Strange but true. Now we just need the internet.....cuz we dont have tv........so internet would be nice. We don't even know what to get, too many options.


Anyway. I guess I did post the links to my wedding pictures...but seriously who has time for that. Here are some of my favs, there are so many........so dont feel like i left out your fav, when really its probably my fav too, I just have trillions of favs. Trillions and billions.

I want to wait until I get the orginals because these are copyrighted from the websites. But just a little preview is still nice. This is how it feels to have 7 baby girls sitting on you. :) Some very unhappy girls. All of them are my nieces except Faith, and she is looking down my shirt...or something..
Brad got cake on my dress. I then decked him and told him it was over. That is a huge lie. Please do not believe my lies.
These are the triplets I nannied for. I love them to death. Love them. LOVE LOVE LOVE them. Miss them a lot too.

Faith took off her pants and wanted to get in our 'before the reception' shots. Really, I think she looks better than Brad and I, no offense to Brad.

Tyson did such a great job at our reception and I love having the pictures to look at and try to remember every second of my reception. Complete joy, continuous smiling. Not sure that will happen ever again where I smile ALL day long. ALL DAY, and it makes your cheeks hurt.

Now, Kate with red feather photography did a splendid magnificant job at the temple. I was so pleased with the results. Estatic about the results. When I was little my dad always took us to The Roof to eat. This spot is right next to the restaurant's doors. I remember this spot so well. I always sat there and dreamed of getting married in the Salt Lake Temple. I forever wanted to be married there. Whenever we sang that temple song in Primary I thought of that spot by The Roof and remembered looking down on the temple. My photographer captured my dream with this shot :). So thanks Kate. (Ps, my dream did involve a hot guy too :)

The weather was incredibly cloudy and stormy..........but gorgeous.

The sky was incredible. I had no idea what exquiste beauty would be defined in these pictures.
Our photographer (Kate) kept saying....dramatic....now I see why. The sky....was outlandishly awesome.

Sometimes we would get bored of taking pictures, so Brad would just talk to me. At one point he confessed that he is really spiderman.

It did rain! It poured!!!!! So we have this cute umbrella to save us.

I was scared to sit. Dirty my clean white sparkly dress.

But it didnt get dirty. And I love Brad.

I like to point out errors in my face, the picture or anything else, and I tried not to do that so none of you would notice the bad :).

But in conclusion I know getting married was completely the best decision I have ever made. And what even made it the greatest decision ever was that I was married in the temple to the love of my life.

He came home last night and said, "Being married is awesome". I concure. And say that to me everyday and I will make you spaghetti the rest of your life Bradley.

Wedding Pictures....HONEYMOON

Ok, I know Im on my honeymoon. And Im currently very near a beach in my hotel, but...Brad is asleep and I need you to see how gorgeous our wedding pictures are. Brad drove basically all day yesterday to get here. He is incredible. It helps that he has every song on his Ipod memorized so he can sing along. I mean every song. Seriously. Out of thousands. Maybe its hundreds.

My advice to anyone is to go on a honeymoon :)

Anyway, pictures. The umbrella one above us is one of my favorites. MMMMmmmm mmm its cute.

These are just a preview, http://red-featherphoto.com/blog/
they were taken by Kate, she was wonderful and so easy to work with and her pictures are gorgeous!!!

Also our reception photos were so beautiful!!!!!!!!! and they were taken by Tyson Chappell.
Go to chappellshots.com and click on engagements, weddings. You will see me and Brad, then the next page you will find us on the far right. Click again :)

Creative. Be Creative. Be Brad.

Brad had a concert. I love his concerts. Im on the list. Brad is creative. He doesnt think so, but really...he is. He likes to sing to me while playing guitar. Sing songs of creativity. Don't tell him I told you that.
My friends Kim and Nicole (sisters) attended as well. They like Brad, and their friend is also in the band Imagine Dragons.
Brad plays the drums for every song but one. I love that song because he smiles during it and dances. Dances really cute like. Cute...can I say that about a guy on a blog? Or will someone get really offended that I call my almosta spouse cute? Regardless of how cheezy and stupid I am. He is cute when he plays the guitar for that one song.
I am pretty sure his concerts make me happy. Make me realize how wonderful my week away husband is.
For some odd reasons I can't get enough of him. I just stare at him through the view finder in my camera. While people are ducking to stay out of the way.
Little do they know that I am in love with him. I am marrying him. We are going to.......get married in 7 days.
I am sure that I will cry on the day I marry him in that Salt Lake Temple. I am pretty sure I loved my bridal shower recently. I took no pictures. I didn't press the button once. But I think somebody pressed the button on my camera. Ill check that out.

Marry me Bradley. And Kiss me too.

Sick Brittany, just marry Brad already then you can post about real things, like pizza.

And salsa.

Day 15.

I tried to blog yesterday, but nothing came out of my fingers when I went to type. Nothing. I have 15 days left until I am no longer 'engaged'. I will then be Married Brittany. "OH hey, did you know Brittany is MARRIED?" Wow that will be crazy. Last night I had a dream that Brad didn't even exist. I wasn't even engaged. And I would talk about only having 15 days left and people would say...What? Till what? Then I would say, till I get married...then they would say...huh? You are getting married. IT was bad. Bad enough to make me think in my sleep, where is Brad? Please don't not be real. (Double negative, sorry). But he is real. He is very real, and today we are going to Red Robin to get his birthday burger. We have already got his birthday coldstone ice cream, he already ate his tucanos birthday meal, now we just have to go to red robin. Good thing we didn't do it all at once. That would have been a food overload. Sometimes I just like a granola bar. Just a granola bar. But while we are on the topic of delicious wonderful food that you get for free because its your birthday, what about the food I make for him. For his face?

Yes he likes it. He likes it a lot. Most likely he will hate this picture. Hate how he looks. But I could take a picture of him with his face the ugliest ever and I would think it was gorgeous. I may be biased. Ya, a lot. But still, he looks great. And Im wearing a red shirt today.

So I mixed up these barbecue chicken salads, they are sitting on the mouse microwave. Thats what I call the microwave his work gave us, because he wiped all this mouse poop off of it, and I told him we were moving. Moving if there was real mice in our apartment that I live in with his sister right now. MOVING TO NOMICELAND. But then as I was crouched up on the table almost to tears he reassured me that there was no mice in our apartment. I kept yelling, WE ARE MOVING!!! He kept saying, I wiped it off the microwave, I promise. "DO YOU PROMISE!!?!?!?!!?!??!?!"-Brittany, "Yes!"-Brad So thats the short version of why I call it the mouse microwave. Oh and that smaller salad, thats mine, because I want my dress to still fit me in 15 days. Brad, has no dress to fit him.
I always take pictures of Brad, and my food. Its a creepy weird thing I know. But its like, ya Im well pleased with my food, OH Brad come step over here, Im well pleased with you too. Get together both of you and I'll take a picture of the things Im well pleased in.

So this is the lemon pasta that I made that I got from this website.

She makes a good lemon pasta. Mine I added lemon pepper chicken.

And lots of cheese.

It was equally beautiful and wonderful. Maybe my lighting and camera and everything else is terrible. But, the taste is very much wonderful.

Oh wedding. Its coming. I need to clean my dress. I need to get bridals??? When are those going to happen? No idea... None. Not one idea.

I called a dry cleaning place, they quoted me 200. I called another place they quoted 75. Who are these people trying to make money off of a poor student bride.

Oh I got pulled over yesterday for the first time.
I also got a parking ticket last week.

Brad also got pulled over last week for the first time.

What is wrong with us?

Brad don't get mad at me for telling everyone about our tickets and how we have to go to the courthouse together to pay them a week before we get married.

A perfect way to start our life together.

Now I just have to marry him.

Which means we need to get a fifty dollar license to be married.

Wow.

They like our money.

My bridal shower is next week.

If you didn't get an invite and should have. Tell me in an angry blog comment.

His Party.

It was Brad's Birthday party. It was a surprise party. I told him we had to go weed at my aunt and uncles house in order to prepare for our wedding. We have done it before so it wasn't this huge deal to go do that. When we pulled up, I said, "Oh somebody must be having a party at the pool." He said, "Brit, whats going on, why is everyone I know here?" Then I said, "Its your birthday party." Then he grabbed my face and kissed me, because my windows are tinted and we can do that. Oh did I say my windows are tinted, that was a lie. They are black. Nobody sees in, and we barely see out.

Regardless the party was awesome and Brad was COMPLETELY surprised. A feat I never thought I could accomplish. Although he didn't know I would get him a homemade paper chain for his birthday....so I guess I am capable of surprising.


Brad looks like he was about to do a belly flop. A birthday belly flop. A belly flop of love. Except then he dove. So.....nevermind on the belly flop.
I am pretty sure Brad's freckles are what convinced me to marry him. Just when I saw him swimming...I was like, wow I need to marry him because of those freckles. Then my kids will have those freckles. Hopefully maintained freckles.
From far away you cant really tell that he has freckles. Maybe I should drop the freckle topic and talk about his friends. They like him. He is cool to them. Except he started never hanging out with them. This is a sensitive subject, maybe I should stay away from it on my blog.

This is the beginning of a great synchronized dive.

Synchronize no more.

Benny, met him that night. He was a great jumper.

Friends of Brad's.

The cake. The cake of raspberry. The cake that took a long time to make. The cake that was good.

Rocky took control of the grill. We had steaks, pork, (swine flu, jk you cant get swine flu from eating pork, i read that from the Daily Universe, which is accurate), and hamburgers and hot dogs.
Brad and his mission buddy. His mission buddy forgot his swimwear and lived in Orem, so naturally he was going to borrow Brad's shorts, which were white and very see through. This was quite entertaining for all of us. He walked around holding his hands over himself, but when he went to dive, he stopped holding his hands over for coverage. Thats when we saw ....we saw everything.

I get married to his face in 17 days.

Happy Birthday...to Him.

Brad's Birthday is today. June 5th. One time I got it wrong...one time like six years ago. I said June 6th. He NEVER let me live that down. But....regardless this man is my man and he is 22. (I did not still that phrase from this land is my land....)

I told him I was buying him a watch for his birthday. Then he said, you better not you crazy haired lady.

So after he drank 5 chocolate milks that were free, I told him I was buying him a brown cow.

He said, "You better not."

He said he wanted something....but he didnt want to tell me. Well I hope I got what he wanted.

I got him a bike. He acts five...so thats what five year olds want right???

But he is a rockstar...so I thought maybe something rockstarish would work. So I bought him a calculator. So he could learn and study while trying to be a rockstar.
Then he looked at me and said, "Oh honey baby pie face cake lips, you don't have to get me anything for my birthday."
And then I said, "But sugar toes sprinkle eyes licorice hands....please let me get you something"
HE said, Okay I want to kiss you on the head all day long.
And I said, "NO I cant because remember how we got engaged and now we are getting married and I have to work to put you through school. Through that med school stuff you always talk about. Ya, so you can't kiss me on the head all day for your birthday sorry sprinkle eyes.
Then he was mad. So mad at me.



That may be a lie. He really doesn't get mad. I think I have really only seen him mad a few times....like when the Humane Society wouldn't give us a kitty. They rejected us. And how about the time I punched him in the face and he...jk that didnt happen.

When I thought about who I would marry, I tried to imagine his face, how he would be....Now I know who's face it will be. And honestly I dont get very honest on this blog because its cheezy and awkward..but honestly I don't think I could ask for a better face next to mine on those wedding announcements. I don't think there is another man out there that fits me like Mr. Clark does. And speaking of Mr. Clark, I couldn't be a happier person when thinking about taking on his name to be my own.

Phephw....enough of that gross lovey dovey stuff.

Happy Birthday lollipop nose. I love you. I love you a lot.

What does a newborn look like?

I went to Maryland. If you know me, you knew that. If you read my blog, you still know that. Regardless, my sister Hannah USED to live there. But that was so last week. She now lives in AZ. We went to help her, see the sights, and participate in holding this newborn thing she now has.

You can look at pictures all the day long. But really, holding this little body in your hands, would make any baby hater....love babies. Especially this one. Halle Jay Skinner. I almost wrote Sinner....that would have been an embarrassing disgusting mistake. Because as we all know she is completely free of those things. Im off topic. Lets get back on topic. Topic with the UCord sticking out of her belly. Proof she is a newborn. Proof she is new to this earth and likes her mama.

Madelyn has a baby sister. Two baby sisters. Maddie was our entertainment for the weekend. You know how I said, "see the sights" that was a lie, we just watched Maddie.....dance, sing, conduct my singing. Which was terrifying. Especially when I got the lyrics wrong. You know I have musical problems when I get the lyrics wrong to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Sorry Brad. Sorry I have no musical talent. Sorry. Sorry. Our children will have......long hair though, cuz i have long hair...so....thats good right? That makes up for my lack of musical ability right?

"Uh, no."-Brad. "Wait, I'm marrying you?" "Remind me why again....."-Brad

Because we have lots of benefits from all the family members I have...benefits like........lots of foods to choose from at parties, free other stuff. Other benefits too like I will vaccum cus you just hate it. Who says cuz with an s? Not me. Forget that happened.

Brad and I maintainted our relationship while I was in Maryland. Don't you guys worry about that. I texted (see above picture with phone on baby's belly) him. We stayed in contact. Don't you worry. I know you were worried.

I held a baby Molly. Molly held a baby Halle. Halle is a baby.

Shuck Shuck SHucky Shucky. Hannah sorta kinda got mad at me for shucking. Shucking all over her couch. Leaving corn hairs all over. Then I cleaned and she wasn't mad anymore. Hannah sorry if you hate that your back is showing..but I thought it was okay, because you had a baby a week ago, and your back looks great.

This was a week of dress up. Dress up as much as you can. Dress dress dress.

Molly frequently tried to escape. Currently she is pretending the real estate access is a bomb she is deactivating. IS that what you call it when you make a bomb not work anymore. You can see that I am an Education major..........not a bomb major. Well...I should still know that word, but I cant find it in my brain bank right now.

Newborns, among other species like to kiss. I am an adult species and I like to kiss.

But only his face.

Oh. Back to Maryland. Bradley...welcome to my blog post which is not supposed to be about you, but somehow you always make it in. Yo quiero basarte.

Halle hates it when I always text and talk about Brad.

Whoever took this picture was not caring for her needs. Jerks.

It may or may not have been me....whooops a daisies. Sorry Halle. I love your newborn self, I do.

My cousins came over because they live in Maryland too. They brought their children with them. Maddie encouraged her to dress up. So here we have Carebear with rainbow on belly and fish named Nemo. With fins and eyes on top of head.

My favorite thing about Maryland is tea parties. Like the Boston Tea Party.

Molly. Molly and her doll face. With her dad who is my brother in law married to my sister Hannah.

Jared is my cousin. He spins his daughter, because she is a dancer. A beautiful dancer.

You wanted to see a newborn. And trust me. She is gorgeous. So gorgeous that I put this little ballet skirt on her naked newborn body and hoped she didn't pee. And she didn't. But...really isn't it time we all get a newborn?

Brad.................

Okay fine.