Saturday, June 20, 2009
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.
Friday, June 12, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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.
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.
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.
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.
My favorite thing about Maryland is tea parties. Like the Boston Tea Party.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009