Thursday, April 25, 2013

Moving Forward

We move on MONDAY!  So excited!
Into our cute "cottage".
With, again, no cinder block walls.
(Hallelujah!)

We drove by it yesterday (on our way to my LAST final, oo-rah).
SO EXCITING TO SEE IT AGAIN.  Can't wait for it to be ours!
Well, as much as it can be ours in a rental capacity, that is.
But, y'know, still.  OURS.
Like, all the spam mail will be addressed to us!
That's always been satisfying for me, I have no clue why.
I live a simple life, apparently...

Still, the Bailey household!
Were our Jorgito Burrito will spend the first moments of his life!
(Yeah, we've already made up saucy nicknames for our child.)
He's going to learn a lot of things in this place.
Like how to projectile vomit--just like his Aunt Alix!
Or, more importantly, about Spiderman.
And Disney!

He'll lay on his dad's stomach while Dad plays video games with Mom.
Be constantly cooed at by two childish adults who are somehow his parents.
Develop his personality, his likes, his dislikes.
Body build himself some neck muscles!
Maybe learn to rollover... on command (just kidding).
First word?  ZOMBIES.  Or dad.  Probably dad.
Grow some hair, perhaps.
And overall just get bigger and cuter, day-by-day.

All in our little apartment that we'll call home.
Provo, Utah, here we go again!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

GEEK OUT.


Just about peed my pants.

Brad and I watched it and made simultaneous nerd noises
when Loki popped out at the end.

"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help."

Many people think I'm crazy, but out of all the Marvel awesomeness
that was released these past years, Thor is probably my favorite

(Besides the Avengers, of course.  But duh, that's a given.)

I don't know why so many people didn't love it.  But I so did.
To be honest, at first I was SO not excited for it.
I mean, how were they supposed to execute a rainbow bridge?
I wasn't sure how they'd do it, but I didn't think it possible.
I was also entirely anti-Natalie-Portman, to be honest.
(Probably from Star Wars.  Oh my crap, so stupid.  She "died of a
broken heart"?  Really, people?  Millions of years in the future, and she
DIED OF A BROKEN HEART?  Sorry, I'm over it.  I swear.)

And yet... they PULLED IT OFF.
Natalie Portman was awesome, a rainbow bridge somehow
made sense, made a guy with long hair a hottie, and Loki,
a horned-semi-loser-in-a-bad-costume to me since childhood,
became the freakin' greatest bad guy in the world.

I love, love, loved Thor.

Soon after it came out on DVD, we couldn't afford a hard copy yet
so we got it from Redbox for date night and we watched it.
No joke, once it was over I asked Brad if we could watch it again.
I ended up watching it three times in the twenty-four hour rental period.

I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL OCTOBER.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Mouth Diarrhea

So, one time, I was at a single's ward activity.

It was a BBQ in our bishop's backyard to celebrate the beginning of summer, end of school, summer lovin', whatnot.  As such, the timing presented not only people that had been in the ward before, but people who were going to be attending now that they were home for the summer.

I had been attending along with my two best friends since maybe February or April, so I was not one of those new people, so we were just socializing as usual.

At one point, three girls walked into the yard.  They were obviously new.  If you weren't sure, you just had to look at the typical check-'em-out-looks that the single men were giving them.  This had been a really welcoming ward to us, so my best friends and I decided that we'd welcome these girls in under the same fashion we had been!  Or, at least, that was the intention.

We start chatting with them, talking about school and work and where they're from and all that good getting to know you stuff.  I was talking to one girl in particular who was incredibly beautiful.  As her and I got talking she revealed that she had just returned from serving a mission for our church.

This is where everything went horribly wrong.  Seriously, just imagine a train wreck tumbling out of my mouth, because suddenly I was letting words out of my mouth.  Words that were effectively a conjunction of my thinking, "Holy cow, she's so pretty," and "Dude, sweet, she went on a mission," as well as, "I wonder where she went".  Words that combined to, oh, I don't know, MAYBE make it sound that I was surprised that she had gone on a mission because she was gorgeous.  And, perhaps that giant mess of words continued on, making it out like I thought only ugly girls went on missions.

Both of which were not thoughts that had ever crossed my mind--I mean, I had heavy considerations of going on a mission myself--but for some reason they just pooped out of my mouth!  POOPED.  My best friends quickly tried to cover for my misgivings and I stood there dumbfounded at what I had just said because it was so offensive I couldn't even begin to back track from it.

The girl was really nice and sort of laughed it off.

However, she avoided me the rest of the night.  And left early.

And she also never returned to our ward.

Yep.  I was that person.  I will never forget that moment.  It had taught me to stick to one thought at a time during a conversation.  Too many thoughts apparently equals me sputtering out something incomprehensibly offensive.  Oh my gosh.  Someone kick me, I was so embarrassed.

This experience has been helpful to me because it's definitely taught me that people say things that they would never even think let alone say out loud.  Because you know what?  People say rude things that they shouldn't.  All the time.  Including me.  I don't know if I notice it half the time, which is slightly frightening to think about.  How many horribly tacky things have I barfed out over the past decade?  Let's not think about that right now...

Basically, I've found it easier to blow off other's tackiness, because I've been there myself, to the umpteenth degree.  I mean, I've offended someone so much that they choose to go to a different single's ward!  That's pretty bad!  So I try hard to remember that when someone says something that maybe shouldn't have been said.  Because really, maybe they did mean it.  But maybe not in that way.  Or maybe they didn't mean to say it at all, they just had that all-too-common mouth diarrhea, of which we all suffer from.  Because really, we all say stupid things.  Really, really stupid things.  And I hope that someone else will give me the benefit of the doubt when I say horrible crap without meaning it, too.

Mouth diarrhea affects us all.  Let us not forget this epidemic as we strive to love our fellow man and woman who say stupid things... which includes me.  (I am so sorry, chick-at-BBQ.)

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Some Things Never Change

You know how a lot of little kids will sit super close to the TV?

Want to see how this transfers into adulthood?




(Yep, that's my husband.)

Instead of just watching at a close angle, adulthood introduces a whole new ability
to necessitate getting close to the television--changing the channel!

Or, in this case, choosing the correct episode of Supernatural to watch on Netflix.

There are many stories of Bradley sitting freakishly close to the television as a child.
Some people never change.
This is a good thing, believe me.
Because it's hilarious.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Memory Lane #1

So, I've known Bradley for going on six years now,
and so we've accumulated a lot of memories over the years!

This one is from quite some time ago.




This photo was taken June 29, 2008 at some sort of Sunday devotional in
the Tabernacle at Temple Square.

We went with a large group of friends, and actually my best friend Rachel
is the one who ended up taking this picture of Bradley.

This was a day full of nerdy, "I-like-you-a-lot" moments, and a lot of teasing
from friends and family.  It was a really good day that I remember being
full of early summer sunshine and wanting to hold this boy's hand!

If you notice, he was still wearing his bracelet from the Spontaneous Dance
of our senior year.  The dance was randomly scheduled and when it was
finally announced the girls received pink rubber bracelets and the boys
got blue ones, which would be traded with whomever your date was for
the dance that weekend.

Bradley was my date.  That's my bracelet in the picture.

It was a great dance to end our senior year on!
And this Sunday devotional was a great way to start our summer on.
The summer we really fell in love.
The summer we were sure that we wouldn't.
The summer that I knew I was going to marry him.
(No matter how crazy it sounded at the time.)

It's still really weird to think back to that summer, to think of how we both
had an idea of how this could turn out, or of how we wanted it to turn out.
It's even weirder to realize that it turned out exactly how I wanted it to.
I married him.  We're having our first kid.  We're happy and in love.
Who would've thought, huh?

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Belly & The Desk


Yep, belly meets desk.  My belly, that is.
The desk behind me was pushed very closely against my chair.
So, I was pushed forward.  Me, with the belly.
As such, said belly became highly acquainted with said desk.

Needless to say, there wasn't a lot of room for me to fit in there.
It was basically a miracle that I squeezed in!

Going on thirty-five weeks.  Scary part?  Totally going to be getting bigger!

That goodness class is finished next week...
I don't think I'm going to fit in there much longer!

(P.S. Today Brad and I were walking around BYU campus, and I said
that I wanted to see a kitty and, not even two minutes later, I saw a
kitty!  Basically, I probably just wasted my one genie wish on a cat.
WORTH IT.)

Friday, April 5, 2013

Current Obsessions #2

Two words:
Pretzel.
M&Ms.


Brad and I have officially slated these suckers as "favorite".
Seriously, they are delicious.  Perfect sweet to salty ratio.
(That's the most important measure of chocolate-pretzel candy.)

I would love some of those right now.
Or a pizza.  I would also like one of those.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Why We Are In Love #9

So, it's no secret that Brad and I love playing video games.  However, sometimes one of us is a loser and procrastinated all of her mounds of homework, so she gets to spend all night finishing it all (me), and the other of us gets to play Day Z because he was smart and did his homework early (Brad).  Today is one of those days.

However, one of the greatest things about Brad is that he's always willing to drop his game to help me.  (This is a rare trait in gamers, my friends.)

Today, I was in the family room working on my sociology presentation and Brad was back in our bedroom playing Day Z on the computer with my little brother.

All of a sudden, my foot cramped majorly.  This has been an issue since I've been pregnant--massive amounts of charlie horses!

"BRAD.  Will you come help me really fast?!"

"Yeah!"

He runs full-speed into the living room, I quickly tell him what's happening, he cracks my foot, kisses me, then runs away as I say, "Thank you!"

I really love him.  He makes me laugh.  That's foot-crackin' true love, right there.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Family Love #2

Dad:  So, you're scared of clowns and nutcrackers?
Mom:  Well, nutcrackers are just wooden clowns.  So yes.