tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53039703077448911062012-02-08T11:49:24.958-08:00Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-22741520978064207032012-02-07T22:06:00.000-08:002012-02-07T22:06:12.103-08:00

We have an expression in our house when Noah is getting into something, climbing up something, opening cupboards he shouldn't open, trying to break things he shouldn't be breaking. "Busy baby...". Noah is definitely a busy baby. Always thinking of ways to keep us on our toes. He has his own section in our pantry that he loves to destroy over and over again. We put a bunch of random cans,

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-67430893654067580142012-01-23T16:04:00.000-08:002012-01-23T16:04:18.117-08:00

At the beach with Grandma and Grandpa Mini Apple Pies Park Days with Mom Not sure what this pose is all about, but he does it all the time on the swings Happy Boy Saturday Lunch at Five Guys Hanging out on Saturday/Going for a walk around Ladera Sunday Daddy making him laugh Park on Sunday with Mom and Dad Checking out the rain this morning...this

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Noah loves Mickey Mouse. Really, he LOVES him. He might even like Mickey more than us. When we got our Disney passes last month we were looking forward to taking him to Mickey's house, but it was always really crowded. I refuse to wait in line for a baby to meet a person inside a sweaty costume. Well, about two weeks ago, Nate met us at Disneyland after work, we got lucky and the lines were EMPTY

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Do you? Well, the story is on my blog. This story is kind of like that, except it's not really a story, just more of a state of mind. I think I might be losing it/need therapy for my irrational fear of sleeping alone in my house. Let me preface this by clarifying that I haven't always been this ridiculous. I lived alone for a summer in my empty apartment while my roommates all went home. I've

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-60101318334478109862012-01-17T10:11:00.001-08:002012-01-17T10:19:42.900-08:00

Meeting Dad for lunch Christmas shopping at South CoastThe only time I've caught this face on camera. He makes this face whenever he is overwhelmed with excitement or happiness. Hilarious. It's coupled with a happy little moan.He loves laying with his Dad to watch football. Seriously. It's not just a thing to say that sounds cute...he really does love watching football.Crawling in our bed this

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-32386926649378725692012-01-11T22:34:00.000-08:002012-01-11T22:48:50.214-08:00

Lately...Noah on the Buzz ride at Disneyland todaySomeone loves "driving" the carEarly evening run to the parkChristmas morning

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-89606087579227785402012-01-06T09:41:00.000-08:002012-01-06T10:22:18.261-08:00

Twas' the night OF Christmas and all through the house...? Whatever. Nate got deathly sick. Poor lamb. He was a mess. I thought he had food poisoning, but I was mistaken considering I got lucky to get the exact same thing the next day. You'd think this would all be a TERRIBLE memory, but not so. Who'd have thought that being that sick together could be romantic? Not me, until now. There is

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Christmas was so much fun. It was our first Christmas as a family of three and we felt like we savored every minute of it with drives to look at lights, hot chocolate, cookies, family movie time, lots of Christmas music, plenty of cuddle time, Christmas books, the Christmas story, etc., etc., etc. We made the Holiday (family name, not "holiday") traditional sugar cookies. Nate's mom used to make

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-16549617407010587892011-12-16T10:08:00.000-08:002011-12-16T10:40:03.305-08:00

Well, not really. Just for me and Nate, but aren't they cute? I always see the cornish hens at the store and want to make them, so I finally bit the bullet. I wasn't sure if we'd like them because I've heard they are gameier (is that a word?) than chicken. We were not dissappointed. They were delicious and REALLY easy. I just slathered them with butter, salt and pepper and stuffed them with "

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-66787170961018091222011-12-03T16:40:00.001-08:002011-12-03T16:59:12.093-08:00

We decorated our house for Christmas the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It was so much fun! We listened to Christmas music, made gingersnaps, drank hot chocolate with marshmallows, and decorated our little hearts out. We are ready for Christmas people. He was REALLY excited...Decorating the tree with DaddyHis very own ornament, without a hook obviously. We didn't decorate the bottom portion of the

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-81609669868077923362011-12-03T16:26:00.001-08:002011-12-03T16:39:57.110-08:00

I made a craft! I've never made a craft you guys! Well, I've made crafts, but never a SUCCESSFUL craft. When I saw this on Pinterest, I wanted to make one for Noah, but the package of ornaments came with 3 so I thought I'd make one for me and Nate, and one more for our family. They are so cute, and were really easy to make. It's hard to capture with a camera since the pictures are curved, so the

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-92004590878065712542011-11-14T20:23:00.000-08:002011-11-14T20:48:58.495-08:00

Going on an overnight date for the first time after having a baby. I don't think I've EVER been that excited for a date in my life. I wasn't the most excited about the dinner, the movie, the hotel, the robe (Oh, the robe! I LOVE hotel robes so much!), the late night room service, the breakfast, the hot tub, the pool...no, none of these things were what we were most excited for. You want to know

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If I knew a recipe existed like this, I would have made it a lot sooner. Ready for this mouthful of a description?And, go:Pumpkin white chocolate cheesecake with a gingersnap/pecan crust. Topped with a homemade sweetened whipped cream, caramel sauce AND candied pecans. AMAZINGThe crust was crumbly and perfect. The cheesecake had just the right amount of pumpkin taste with just a hint of white

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-28226643424770560632011-10-20T08:57:00.000-07:002011-10-20T09:24:53.766-07:00

I bet that sounds weird if you know what has been happening in our life the last week? Well, let me explain. Last Wednesday afternoon I heard Noah moving around after his nap over the monitor. I looked to see what he was doing and he was standing in his crib looking over the edge. I freaked out and sprinted up the stairs to get him before he decided to launch himself over the edge of the crib.

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-84354771088906007002011-10-05T16:22:00.000-07:002011-10-05T16:48:01.320-07:00

It's been raining for two days in California and we are loving it! I love the start to fall when the air gets a little more crisp and cold. Oh, and one of my favorite smells is after the first rain of the season when it smells like wet dirt. The best.Anyway, it has rained a few times since Noah has been born, but he hasn't really been aware of it. Yesterday and today he has definitely been aware

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-25397948325236354432011-09-29T21:12:00.001-07:002011-09-29T21:52:05.819-07:00

Random, I know. Seriously though, today I was driving and got a huge whiff of fresh-cut grass. Immediately, I got a nervous pit in my stomach quickly followed by a rush of sentimental emotions. Why? Because whenever I smell fresh-cut grass it takes me back to track days in high school. The pit in my stomach is the result of meet days...the rush of sentimental emotions is obviously the memories of

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-55848551649186881522011-09-13T16:19:00.000-07:002011-09-13T16:44:24.409-07:00

This last weekend my friend Julie was here. We went shopping, ate lots of food, watched TV, and went to see The Help (LOVED it..."You is kind. You is smart. You is important." So great.). Noah was obsessed with Julie. He is pretty shy of strangers, but not Julie. The minute she walked in the door, he was all about her. Maybe it's because she brought him toys? Bribery? I don't know, but he loves

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-67435051697063668912011-09-07T15:14:00.001-07:002011-09-07T15:24:39.155-07:00

With all the fresh peaches everywhere right now, this recipe was something Nate and I were dying to have, and it definitely lived up to the pressure we put on it. We had three peaches on the counter getting perfectly ripe for a couple days, and last night when I smelled them, I knew they were ready. While Nate was putting Noah down, I started peeling the peaches. You guys...they were PERFECT.

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...right after Noah wakes up from his nap. He's rested. He's happy. He's ready to love on anyone who is willing to give him cuddles. Look at those eyelashes! My favorite picture ever. Holding Daddy's finger. Giving Daddy kisses

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-9209319876455588252011-08-28T19:52:00.000-07:002011-08-28T20:17:58.690-07:00

This summer we have been slacking on our beach time. I have gone a few times with Noah, but the hassle of getting all of the stuff and the baby to the beach in between naps with food just always seems so overwhelming until I just do it, then it doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Lately, we have started to go more often, and just this weekend we went twice. Better late than never right?

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-74624524295637323192011-08-26T15:51:00.000-07:002011-08-26T16:09:23.011-07:00

The other night I made a corn chowder from a Williams-Sonoma cookbook that was amazing, so I thought I would post the recipe. It tastes like it has cream or sugar in it since it is so creamy, but the creaminess comes from a corn broth and corn pureed together. Who knew? Creaminess with cream? All that's in it is corn, red peppers, potatoes, onion and milk. I added the avocado on top because I

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-87224514564994340152011-08-19T13:22:00.000-07:002011-08-19T14:14:16.617-07:00

So Noah has been great lately about taking two naps a day. One in the morning. One in the afternoon, and occasionally one little cat nap while we are out and about. Well, every once in a while we have a morning like today. I think Noah has these just to make sure I know he is in charge and to keep me on my toes :) I'm not complaining, I just think the mornings where everything that could

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-82522101178661510912011-08-12T13:51:00.000-07:002011-08-12T14:10:23.817-07:00

A friend of mine's sweet baby, Ruby, lost the fight with her failing liver last night. She has been battling with this for seven months, and last night she finally went home to her Heavenly Father's arms. She was such a precious little baby that has touched the lives of so many including mine and Nate's. We have been fasting and praying for this sweet baby for months, hoping she would get that

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-89230923454855586712011-07-17T08:59:00.000-07:002011-07-17T10:05:33.581-07:00

Before I start a massive recap of the reunion I wanted to post a picture from Father's day. I know it was a month ago, but look how cute this picture is of Nate and Noah.I love these boys. So sweet. Well, the Holiday's have a family reunion every two years and a different sibling is responsible for planning every year. Luckily Nate and I have about eight years before we are in charge...it's a lot

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-28812570364994349972011-06-16T21:11:00.000-07:002011-06-16T21:44:46.715-07:00

So I was looking at our blog, and realized all the pictures of Noah he is either sleeping or staring blankly at the camera. I figured I should balance out those pictures with some of his happier moments. He is hysterical when he smiles. If he is being held and is getting smiled at, he grins and then immediately hides his face in the chest of whoever is holding him. It's like he is embarrassed to

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-71113783590369438542011-05-03T21:44:00.001-07:002011-05-03T22:13:33.035-07:00

We blessed Noah this last Sunday, and it was such a special day. We felt really loved to have family from all over come for the weekend. Carter flew in from Utah. Blake and Jamie came from Houston. Dad and Janice came from Utah. Tyler and Melissa had just arrived from Missouri, and other family members drove a couple hours just to come down for support. We felt so loved and grateful that so many

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-40336485828335833232011-04-23T21:45:00.000-07:002011-04-23T22:14:01.544-07:00

So we've been pretty worried about taking Noah to Hawaii seeing as he hates the sun. Really. He does. Here is proof:He wiggled his way all the way down there, so I finally covered his face and "voila", he loved it and didn't make a peep for an hour. This boy loves cloudy days :) Anyway, we were worried. Luckily, we have a tiny ray of hope. Carolyn was kind enough to invite us down to her beach

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-27383528879260706042011-04-15T22:16:00.000-07:002011-04-15T23:19:05.633-07:00

Some things that used to be routine and completely ordinary, are now luxuries I look forward to all day/week.*A shower that lasts longer than five minutes...scratch that, just a shower.*Driving alone in the car*Eating a meal with two hands*Going to the grocery store alone*Going to any store alone*Going ANYWHERE alone (I think I almost skipped out of the house the other day when I got to go pick

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-31451575883337014442011-03-09T13:52:00.000-08:002011-03-09T14:29:34.572-08:00

We are officially a family of three. I can't believe it. We are parents. I can't even begin to explain what it felt like when they put Noah on my chest within seconds of him being born and I got to hold him for his first minutes of life. I knew I would love him, but that moment is something I will never forget. The weeks leading up to his due date, I started to get a little uncomfortable, but

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-78075571678326964182011-02-16T09:43:00.001-08:002011-02-16T11:09:23.449-08:00

So, my due date is fast approaching. Ten days to be exact. Although I've been told by everyone I've talked to that most first time moms go past their due date, so I've been planning all along that we wouldn't have a baby in our arms for a couple weeks past our due date. Then hopefully I won't get too anxious, and if he comes earlier, we'll just be pleasantly surprised instead of upset if he's

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-83149288372626038472010-12-29T09:29:00.000-08:002010-12-29T10:51:03.349-08:00

Everytime I've used my credit card the last month, this conversation replays itself over and over. "Oh wow, your last name!! So cute! How fun...happy 'Holidays'"...Yes, our last name is Holiday.No, our Christmas card doesn't say "Happy Holidays"Nope, never heard that before...you are definitely the first person to think of something so clever :)This Christmas was really wonderful. Last year my

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-18743128848919816862010-10-31T13:24:00.000-07:002010-10-31T13:51:47.577-07:00

We have some new additions to our family. Just wanted to send a shout out to our new little babies out on the balcony. I never knew I would get so attached to plants, but it's a lot of work picking the right plants, food, fertilizer, soil, pots, etc., etc., etc. Who knew? I sure didn't. I know absolutely nothing about plants. The poor guy helping us literally had to coach us on how to take care

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-5632351290309824722010-10-11T13:13:00.000-07:002010-10-11T14:11:06.954-07:00

So I know everyone warns you that pregnancy causes crazy emotions. I've seen those movies with the wife that turns into a big crying, blubbering mess over Kodak commercials as soon as she knows she's pregnant. I know what is "supposed" to happen. I expected to cry over commercials, Oprah, sad songs and movies, or whatever else pregnant women cry about. I did not expect to cry about the things

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-24674664732731598202010-10-03T14:02:00.000-07:002010-10-03T15:32:29.336-07:00

So I haven't written in a little over a month, and really there isn't too much to update on besides the day to day things and pregnancy stuff which I'll spare you from. Well, maybe one pregnancy shout-out: Almost 20 weeks (HALF WAY, are you kidding me???? That went by so fast!) and feeling punches, kicks and swirls everyday now. I love those little kicks because it makes it all the more real that

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-62534206261728236882010-08-23T14:24:00.000-07:002010-08-23T14:53:48.088-07:00

We are having a baby!! I still can't believe that there is a little person, scratch that...a little BOY in there. It is unbelievable what the human body is capable of. I think a lot about how much my body is doing without any help from me whatsoever. I know everyone says this, but seriously, what a miracle. We both feel so lucky and so blessed to have this little boy come and live with us in just

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-14380166383988856582010-07-13T14:49:00.000-07:002010-07-13T16:21:38.318-07:00

I'm just getting over a pretty bad cold, so I'm a little lazy, and don't feel like writing a big long intro. Basically, we went to Idaho Falls for the 4th of July to spend some time with Nate's family. It was really fun. We got in Thursday night and arrived at the airport with "Big Nate" holding "Welcome to Idaho Falls Nate and Brittany Holiday" signs. Two of them. You know, just in case we lost

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-78319941226614980472010-06-30T17:17:00.000-07:002010-06-30T17:37:41.831-07:00

My parents are such a great example of a happy, successful marriage. They always put the other first, and are constantly laughing together. FORTY years is a big freakin' deal. You go, Mom and Dad. I guess that the 40th Anniversary is the Ruby Anniversary. I thought about getting you both a giant shiny ruby from the jewelry store worth thousands of dollars, but then thought, HEY, who wants some

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-17594999503318739552010-06-13T17:59:00.000-07:002010-06-13T19:00:20.914-07:00

So you know how some people are a magnet for getting hit in the face with a ball whether it's a soccer game, indoor volleyball, basketball, beach volleyball, etc.? (I'm one of those people btw). You'll be at a sporting event and everyone is laughing and having a great time, but there is one person that is dodging balls no matter how far away they are landing. Everyone else takes note and starts

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-54182655844162906002010-06-08T14:14:00.000-07:002010-06-08T15:35:22.552-07:00

So for Nate's birthday we were in Hawaii and ate dinner at Tommy Bahama with friends and family, which was great, but I wanted to celebrate again when we got home so I would have an excuse to cook something. I haven't been able to cook as much lately because we have been moving around a lot, so when I get the chance I get really excited. In the beginning, this dinner started off being really

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-63266217224657988752010-05-25T20:15:00.000-07:002010-05-25T21:00:08.546-07:00

*Laundry. It's sad really. I have little piles separated into whites, lights and darks in our bedroom (We have a really cute hamper actually that I think came from Pottery Barn? But the poor guy is rarely used. Yes, I said guy. I like to assign genders to inanimate objects. My car is female. My computer is male. My Kitchen-Aid is female. And yes, my hamper is male. Don't ask me my reasoning on

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-76182061108445988212010-05-09T16:43:00.000-07:002010-05-09T17:17:01.278-07:00

Happy Mother's Day to my adorable, kind, patient, loving, humble, Christlike mom. Love you cute lady, you are the best mom anyone could ever ask for...

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-74303297276786530532010-05-01T18:01:00.000-07:002010-05-01T19:14:31.337-07:00

A few weeks ago, Nate got a new phone from work so he gave me his used iPhone. If you know me you know how much I hate change when it comes to my electronics. I will have something forever and really struggle with replacing it. My very first cell phone was ridiculous and huge, but I wouldn't part with it. Everyone else had their Nokia phones playing Snake, but I was perfectly content with my

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-5243135240920936342010-04-05T11:39:00.000-07:002010-04-05T12:43:21.408-07:00

I refuse to to let my blog start to make me feel guilty, even though I'm kind of contradicting myself when the title of this post is, "Just because it's been awhile". Oh well. Here comes the massive update:A few weeks ago, Nate and I decided to go on a trip to celebrate our one year anniversary early before he started his new job mid-March. We ended up going back to the Virgin Islands. We

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-15277976109247093212010-03-15T11:36:00.000-07:002010-03-15T12:03:40.324-07:00

In case anyone was wondering, the line for Peter Pan has about 10 adults to every 1 child. My favorite people in line were the REALLY old people holding hands. At first I thought maybe they were with their grandchildren or something, but no, they just wanted to come and ride Peter Pan like they did when they were kids. Made my day...well that, and the four churros, peanut brittle, chocolate and

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-31689105899167041292010-02-26T14:55:00.000-08:002010-02-26T16:17:51.400-08:00

So, eBay is great. You know...you have that pair of jeans (purse, shirt, shoes...whatever) that you never wear and want to get rid of, but don't want to be wasteful so why not sell them right? Great idea. I love SELLING things on eBay, but buying things on eBay is a whole other story. A little background. I am not a naturally competitive person. I know...everyone says that and it turns out they

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Just thought I would put this out there, and in a year if we still have a blog we can see if we've made any progress on our non-talents. We haven't so far...this picture was taken last May, and still no progress.I can't wink. I've tried. It doesn't work. Nate likes to make me try a lot. I don't know why? I don't look stupid or anything.Nate can't frown. Serious. He can't. It's really funny

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-30217839636160436252010-02-10T17:59:00.000-08:002010-02-10T20:06:08.684-08:00

You know them. Everyone has them. If you don’t, I want to be best friends with you so that maybe your brilliance will rub off on me. Nate just had one the other day, and it made me feel so much better because I have these moments at least once a day. You know, this type of thing:-“Where are my sunglasses? Seriously, where are they? I think someone stole my sunglasses!!!”-“They’re on your head

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I'm really trying to think hard and understand why I have this very real fear of mine. I am always terrified that someone is just outside my house ready to pounce as I search for my keys to open the door; just around the corner in the dark house ready to bash me over the head; right underneath my car ready to slice my Achille's heel so I'll be unable to escape them; creeping outside my bedroom

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-66812769586232193162009-12-22T15:10:00.000-08:002009-12-22T15:48:34.662-08:00

Thank you N'Sync, I'm sure it is beautiful under your tree. I'm not sure what those lyrics are supposed to mean, but I love the song anyway. I've never gotten away from that N'Sync Christmas CD. I've "lost" all the rest of those embarrassing CD's (e.g. Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, 98 Degrees), BUT I will never "lose" my N'Sync Christmas CD. I'm pretty sure Nate might accidentally throw it

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I kind of hate you a little bit. You send me an email that our wedding CD is ready and that we can pick it up at our convenience. (We chose the picking up option as opposed to shipping so we could save 10 bucks). Anyway, I was really excited and made Nate drive me up to Huntington Beach, IN THE RAIN, to pick up the CD. We pull up, I jump out IN THE RAIN and walk the 100 yards or so to the studio

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-84494196059655128542009-12-09T13:14:00.000-08:002009-12-09T13:34:13.478-08:00

I really am going to keep doing this I guess. I'm officially writing a second post! That means something right? Well, our Thanksgiving was great. We spent it with my parents. My mom and I decided to be brave and cook EVERYTHING. We thought it might be smart to do a smaller Thanksgiving or small servings or something, but who wants that? How can we stuff ourselves sick if it's "just the right

Brithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063064944595864410noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5303970307744891106.post-49733925286266129142009-11-17T17:33:00.000-08:002009-11-17T17:34:53.942-08:00

We have finally entered the blogging world. I’ve been hesitant because of my deep-rooted fear of being “that blog”. Plus, let’s be honest…Nate and I aren’t that exciting slash we don’t do very many exciting things, so who would really want to read this anyway besides maybe my Mom? Also, she likes everything, so I can’t count on her to tell me if we get too “our life is so awesome and perfect,

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