Oh the Beauty

We are finally done. School is out, and we celebrated by driving up to my friend's reception in Burley, Idaho.

Brad got out of the car at Walmart and said, "It smells funny here."

Ya Brad, every town in Idaho has its different smells.

Mink farms, dairy farms, alfalfa farms...you name it. We got it.

We went into Walmart and saw many people we knew there. All doing the same thing.

Getting a present for Kayla before the reception.

Kayla was absolutely beautiful.

We were best friends for so long.....since we were like 5. Yep kindergarten we fell deeply in friend love. I believe we had matching Dalmatian dog bone best/friends necklaces. You know, the bone split in half, she had one, I had the other. Kept us bonded. Forever bonded.
She looks so radiant next to me..I need a hair job...Maybe thats why I trimmed my own hair this morning over the toilet...it looks fresher, but the color is drab. Kayla does hair, and permanent makeup for a living. Maybe I should take her up on it.

Brad was so happy to be there. :) I made him wear the dreaded polo. He doesn't love polos. He only loves t-shirts. But boy do I love his freckles and dimples. Enough to let him wear a t-shirt and jeans to a reception. Maybe next time.
These are my high school mates. Now all of us are married except Jason. He is on the far right. Any girls need an awesome stylish hard worker, smarter than freak kid? Also he does animation...and he served in Ukraine. Just call 1-800-Jason. Jason and Eric were my closest friends my Senior year, we were in Chemistry together with a bunch of juniors, we all fought for the highest score. It was fun, We all got over 100 percent. Competition does that to you.
Faith and Summer cheesing the perfect cheese. My mom told Faith to 'shhh' in church. Faith responded with, "DONT SAY THAT WORD" and a little hit to my mom's knee.

I also was trying to get her to take a nap with my mom and I, my mom kept telling her to shhh, and I was trying to talk to her about being nicer to Molly (her niece who is 2), she responded with listening for awhile then she said, "I dont like this room." Very well put for a two year old who is getting hammered with dont do this, do this, be quiet. She frankly just didn't like the room...
We told Molly to give us her poker face. She was very quick to do this. Over and over again.

Merry Christmas, and prepare yourself for my upcoming surprise of a lifetime.

Reception in Standrod

Tomorrow I have that reception in Standrod. You know the one that is 3 weeks after you get married.

Im excited to actually eat some chocolate fountain this time.

You know the good thing about two receptions is you get to learn from your mistakes.

Meaning....I didn't eat any this time...and Im going to this time.

I ate one strawberry then kissed Brad. I am pretty sure I barely ate that day.

Brad bought me McDonalds on the way to the temple that morning.

Which we later found out made him overdraft on his bank account.

All 4 dollars of it.

I did eat some pizza somebody had at my last reception.

That was good.

So many people ask me about how is married life.

"So Brittany, how is it being married."- Random person

"Horrible, I used to be able to do whatever I wanted, now I have to answer to someone else."-Brittany

Lie.

It's the best ever in the universe.

We def. are both happier humans.

People are always dropping advice....you know advice like, "Don't ever let him sleep on the couch, work out your differences before you go to bed."

I just say back, "We don't have a couch."

Then they say to Brad, "Well make sure you help load the dishwasher."

Then I say, "We don't have a dishwasher."

Then they say, "Well make sure you take long baths when you get stressed."

Then I say, "I don't have a bathtub but our neighbors do, and now I understand don't covet what your neighbor has...like their bathtub and couch."

Then I say, but I love our two room apt with only the very essentials included.

My mom.

She taught me how to fend for myself, and provide for my husband.

Like she fended (word?) for herself, husband, and 16 kids.

So she is fending (word?) for 16 more than I am.

So I count my blessings.

One by one.

First one....Brad.