Is it that time again?

So life is coming to an end because school is starting again. That is really the best description. Don't get me wrong, I still live, but it feels like I am on autopilot. I just let school, kids, and husband control me. Well, that sounds worse than it really is. But time just disappears and I wait for bedtime where I can just shut off. But I don't even shut off then...I am still thinking about all the to do list items I need to do. This year has already been better than last year though. I know what to expect. I know what to stress about and I know what to ignore.

But its about to get hairy. And fuzzy and blurry.
2 classes full of 23 5 year olds. How can that not be a blurry and drenched with exhaustion day?

It will be.

Not to mention that Chelsea and I's business is up and rolling.
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and come to swiss days and see us and all of our glory.

That makes this week a busy nerve racking week.

School starts.
Swiss days on Friday and Saturday.

And I'm thinking about starting a journalling project. OH man it's going to be fun. And it will help me be able to come back and see what I did for a year, instead of looking back at a blur and some pictures with very little memory due to me being on autopilot.

I'll talk about that project later.
For now, just explore our website and think about swiss days, and think about how much handmade glory you can partake in.

Brooke: Jewelry
Tosha: Skincare
Summer: Cute hair clips
Brittany/Chels: baby wraps

Brad: sitting at the music festival for 2 days straight eating bratwursts.

But I let him do what he wants.... because he looks like this.....
HOT
I also let him golf 54 holes of golf in 2 days.
Let him....uh I guess I don't really "let him".
It's not like he asks permission. He just knows I don't mind. I guess thats the correct way of saying it.
That's why he has a farmer's tan....

You know we went to Gloria's Little Italy for delicious cake, and its HALF OFF on Saturday nights!!! 

I shouldn't have told you that....less for Brad and I.

Brad always says that he can see his double chin after he eats bad....well, I can always feel my button on my pants getting a little stretched. That's why the solution could only be one thing!!

Wear a stretchy waist skirt.

Gosh.

Our friends had a baby.

That's why when we hang out with them they always do this.

Heather and Kevin Myers. Parents of adorable baby Cohen.

 Brad had 2 interviews at medical schools in Texas. And Chelsea's husband is still in Africa. So we decided we could hike the Y at 11 PM. It was lit up and so beautiful.

Now you have a 4 week re cap. My project is a post a day starting soon. I need some motivation, but I really really want to do it. After Swiss days.

Summer is officially over. I will keep talking about it though.....its like Harry Potter, I never want it to be over.

Oh ya, I forgot my birthday. Well I didn't forget it I just forgot to show it to you.

I turned 23. So old. We had a little party with family at Zupa's. I'm the worst wife. Brad set this all up as a surprise. I said, oh we are going to sushi!!! Thank you so much. He just frowned, no sorry Zupa's.

It was wonderful, I just always open my mouth and make people feel bad.

Did I mention we went to a demolition derby?

 It was the first time ever Brad wore a collared shirt that wasn't a church shirt or a golf shirt. I felt like that was a success in itself.

Now I bribe him to wear it any chance I can get, so far I have been unsuccessful. But he was smokin. And of course always is, but of course that's boring to hear about.

Until next time.

Dropped.

Yes, I feel as if I have dropped off the face of the Earth. But, I am still alive. I am so happy. Brad says he loves how happy I am. Although, I am a tired, exhausted happy...I am finally doing what I want. Some days I think...what in the world am I doing trying to manage 45 Kindergarteners a day? Why am I doing this to myself. 

But then one shy boy tells me that he likes how cute I dress.

Then I remember its because I love them all so dearly.

It's been crazy getting ready for swiss days. We helped Brooke make jewelry then we sold for two days straight. Yikes! It was ultra fun, but so tiring. I missed church the next day from a wretched sore throat and a head cold. Probably was a mix of having millions of kids yelling 'teacher teacher'. Or maybe it was doing tons of girls faces with no hand sanitizer. Combo meal of both. Yum.

So here we are preparing for Swissy days by making jewels for Brooke. We were all so in love with our chores of gluing and putting JUMP rings on.

I've found that in kindergarten words have to be written like they sound/mean. UP down. You know what I'm talkin about. 

Chels and I wish we could sell our baby wraps at swiss days...but instead we will just dream of one day making them for that event. For now....we actually saw a girl wearing our baby wrap there!! Yahoo padoo!!!

Remember how Brad got me Jack Johnson tickets for my birthday??

I love Jack, and Brad. But Jack in concert is epically classically wonderful.

Mr. Freckles all over his body liked Jack just as much as I did. 

Did you know, wait this may be too much info, but did you know that Brad has freckles from his head to his waist. Then they stop, and start again at his knees. So weird. I just noticed it the other day....its a great discovery. They are sparse in between those areas, but quite thick every where else.

There were drunk guys dancing in front of us. I never wanted to forget it, so I took this picture to help remind me.

Brad convinced me to drive up to Squaw Peak on a Sunday.

I'm not a romantic for long drives. I think they are meant to be slept away while the husband drives. But I did rather enjoy this one. The entire way I kept thinking in my head that our tire was going to blow and off the cliff we would go. But then I thought, at least we would die together. Gorey I know.

Brad thought this picture looked fake.

Just kidding he didn't even look at it.

I'm assuming he would say that though.

This is without the flash.

This is with the flash.

I like the secret w/o the flash better.

Don't you?

It looks like the lake is really the sky. But really the lake is the lake and the sky is the sky and the black is the city.

Don't let me confuse you.

Yesterday I looked at Brad at night and said, "Can you believe we have been married a year?"

He said, "Nope." (He's not much of an expounder when it comes to...why do you love me questions.)

I said, "Well we feel like newlyweds still, except you don't not complain like you used to."

He said, "Ya, I used to sit and watch you do something for hours just to be with you, now I say see ya later I'm going to watch football."

Then I said, "I know, but just pretend that we are still newlyweds."

Then I dream about him holding a baby and that always turns into me saying, "I think we could do it right now."

Then he says, "In your dreams the baby probably doesn't poop and cry all night."

And I say, "No it is quiet."

Then he says, "Okay do you still want a baby?"

And I say, "No not yet."

This squaw peak picture above is crazy and windy and blurry but yet beautiful, perfect example of my life. Cheery O until next time.

Swiss Me.

Well two weekends ago Tosha had a booth at Swiss Days. So I skipped my Friday classes, got work off on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday and Brad and I ventured up to Swissy Days.





We stayed Thursday night, and Friday night, then I had to be back at work on Saturday at sixPM.

I played with Remi and Faith. I told them we should go look at the stars.
I told them to tell stories.
Remi had Noooo problem with that.
For she is the storytelling two year old of the century.

I left them out there for a minute....
They rushed back in yelling, "Brinnetyyyy"

I decided that either I was out there with them....or they were going to come in due to their fear of monsters in the dark. Monsters with legs that can run faster than a two year old. Otherwise they would stay out there, but they knew they couldn't run faster than the monsters in Midway.

I worked in the makeup booth till my feet bled. I also bought some nice things.




Brad bought some ties.



I bought a zebra watercolor by this guy who is talented. I love it.

Together we bought 6 sandwiches, 2 scones, and drinks.


Thursday I swear to you I had sun stroke.



I took a bath in Tosha's tub.




Brad wants a piano, so in order to get one we need to move. In order to move the new place has to have a bathtub. In order to move we will have to spend more money.




So it wont happen. We are both making sacrifices.




I almost bought a macbook pro the other day.






Then I realized I needed to be conservative.

Then Brad's wireless card in his computer gave out.



Now we wish we had that macbook pro.




I dream about it. I dream about the desktop, and all the folders I could have on there, organizing all my teaching folders.




Its all a dream.





Back to swiss days.


Hannah came up from AZ, and all of us sisters were together. There is eight of us.

I tried to turn to minimize my wideness and get the side view, as I believe that is better than straight on. But it turned out to be a half sideways and half straight on pic. I lost, and the camera always wins. Always adds 30 million pounds. I look better when Im moving. Thats my new motto.

But yes, we are sisters. We all have the same smile. Exact. I know what my children's smiles are going to be like.

I also know what their noses are going to look like....

Freckled.

How do I know you ask??????

Well this face here has a few freckles. 95,067,890 to be exact. And my baby will be a mix of this person and me.

My baby doesn't stand a chance.

We went to Stake Conference on Sunday. I was so distracted by all the movement and talking, coughing, and babies.

I said, "Brad, I know what I want for Christmas now."

He said, "What my darlingest wife ever in the universe."

I pointed to a baby in pink and said, "That."

"Okay, I'll put one in a box, except it will be in blue....is that okay." Brad

"Fine. A boy." Me

The conversation died and I continued to stare at the tiny teeny legs and toes, and dreamed of painting my freckled baby's little toenails.

So you know how many spiritual notes I took during that meeting.

Thats right.

None.

Oh we worked in the booth, and my sister Hannah decided to capture our labors.

Brad spent most of the days listening to the music.

I told you he was addicted to guitars.

By guitars I mean everything that has strings and makes sounds, or has buttons you push that make sounds. So he sat in the shade in the bleachers for hours, while I put makeup on wrinkly faces and promised them it made them look better. One lady just pulled back all her wrinkles and stared in the mirror, then sighed..."I wish I didn't have these."

I really felt bad for her. I don't want wrinkles. I don't want them. After putting makeup on 59 million old ladies...I decided that. And now I fear them.

I'll use anti wrinkle cream, till Im broke, then I'll just wear a paper bag over my head.

So that display picture is of me. Only 2 people realized it. Maybe its because I looked chubbier in the picture from what Sally told me. We sold so much makeup. One lady just would buy anything I told her. That was a 168.00 purchase for her. Cha Ching for me.

After this extravaganza of fun Brad and I spent our labor day Monday at the Utah Lake.

It was full of speedos, canned beverages and fun.

At one point all the boys were standing on the back of the boat. Then the driver decided to throw them all off. That turned into this. Try to hold on to the back of the boat while the boat is going a million mph.

Brad rocked the surfing thing.

I am pretty happy just watching and taking pictures.

We were sunburned after this day. I had random white patches where I attempted to give myself sunblock.

Oh and for your video enjoyment..... Brad and his skills.

Should have edited out where he just drifts away and sinks...but come on now, we gotta have real life situations right?

Real life situations like failures.

Failures happen :)

Good job Bradley.

Good surfing honey face.