scowly

I can only write posts from work, which means I can also not give you any sweet pictures, or write whenever I feel like.

dang. We need the internet at our new house.

Oh, and by the way. Have I mentioned that I am totally and completely, head-over-heels, crazy in love?
Because I am.

Which is why I'm getting married in 5 weeks.

Hmm, I want a countdown.
I'm going to try to make a countdown for the sidebar.
Maybe it will have to look like a fetus to work...

first day of school

It's only ten. But I already have things to say.

I set my alarm for 7.
It didn't go off. Luckily for me, I woke up of my own accord at 7:15.
I was not only finished getting ready, but already bored by 8:00.
I didn't have to be on campus until 9:00, so I left early and bought some stamps, paid my rent, and clocked into work a half hour early.

Then, you know that sinking feeling when you realize that your easiest class of the semester will NOT be the easiest class of the semester, but maybe JUST AS HARD as French, which will kill you.
And that you have to buy 14 books, and print off a 13page syllabus for one class.
You know when you realize just from one email from the professor that she will be crazy, and then you do what you should have done MONTHS ago, and look her up at ratemyprofessor.com.
And you find this:

WORST TEACHER I HAVE EVER EVER HAD AT BYU! Avoid her at ALL costs. She grades ridiculously, has no lesson plan, completely scatter brained and then expects the class to care about the curriculum and reading. Tests are outlandish, papers are ambiguous, and she is 100% feminist in her teachings. Stay away from this teacher.

or this:
AVOID HER!the tests are so subjective and take over 3 and a half hours if you are fast. she assigns 1200 pages to study per test, and the quizes and tests are based on memorization, not if you understood the material. it is obvious she's been an editor her whole life! not a teacher! I'm an A student and I failed!

or THIS:
This is the worst class and teacher I have ever had or even heard about. She is ridiculous. I have never had worse than a B in any English class before, and I have had 12, and she gave me a D. She grades completely arbitrarily, and is a feminist. She changes her syllabus 4 times throughout the semester. She should avoided like the plague.

And you realize that you need to get OUT of writing poetry, even though it will screw up your whole schedule and you really were looking forward to it.

But here's the good news, I found a class that I am required to take as an English major, a focus on an American Author, and this semester they are doing two such classes. One on Edgar Allen Poe, which I sadly, cannot fit into my schedule, and another on Hemingway in Film, which fits perfectly into my schedule.

Good thing I'm an English Major/Film minor.
That sounds ideal, (and rate my professor let him off pretty well, too!)
I only have two classes today. Is it silly that I'm SUPER psyched for classes?

p.s. Today is my baby sister's first day of COLLEGE.
Dang girl.

p.p.s. Speaking of babies, we have a baby here at work today.
He is drooly and gross, and cute, of course.

Today I listened to Les Choristes.

I haven’t listened to it since last year, round Thanksgiving Times.

Oh, it made me want to wear my boots with tights and knee-high socks

To walk over leaves crinkly with frost

To breathe in wet, frozen air. It stings my lungs, but at least I know that I’m breathing (Utah's air is too thin!)

It made me want to make ginger cookies

To snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie about goodwill towards men, or Harry Potter, in fact I'm heading home for the first movie now

To wear a hat, a strange desire indeed, for me

It made me yearn to see my family

And it made me crazy to see my friends, but not just see them, because I see them all the time, but to lie with them on the couch, wrapped on a blanket, or listen to Jim Dale while we all knit

To have Lauren read the Wind and the Willows, or a letter from Elder Dixon, aloud to us all

It made me excited for fall, not school, but friends, food, and weather

I am sad that I won’t be living with them again this fall, but I am happy to be living in my new home, and I am happy to soon be living with the love of my life

I’m guessing this fall will be just as good as the last, even if it is a bit different.

p.s. Here's what last fall looked like, can you blame me for feeling nostalgic?

Do you love wasps?

I found this snotty man's blog and cannot stop laughing about things that he writes.
(Enter with caution, not everything's appropriate.)
As far as I can tell, David Thorne spends his time writing antagonizing emails, and mocking the people that cannot put up with him.
He mocks a man's website after the man describes himself as:
"...the adventurous outdoors type with a love of watersports and everything outdoors".

Wasps are outdoors Lesley, do you love wasps? Fuse boxes? Open cut mining? Pedestrian crossings?

He then asks for his readers to send in emails listing other things Lesley must love.
They responded with the following:

Traffic lights
Prickles
Litter
A bus
My sister Amanda
Flies
Cigarette butts
Land mines
Homeless people
Sticks
Grandma
Dark alleyways
Bins
A parking meter
Opera in the park
Feral cats
Playgrounds
Dust
Fat people at hot dog stands
Blowfish
A dead Hedgehog
Construction workers
Snipers
Shade
Airborne viruses
Mandy says Toilets
A box
Shoes because of the carpet
A Wading Pool
Graveyards
Children on a field trip
Astro-turf®
Lesley
Indians on public transport
Land Fill
Holes in fences
Sheep droppings
Tether Ball
Starving 3rd world children
A used syringe
My poodle Benny
Quicksand
Lawn Sausages
Cody Smith
For Sale signs
Boy Scouts
Peeping Toms
Lawn furniture
Flagpoles
Television Antenna's
Owl pellets
Street walkers
Forest fires
Techno Viking (?)
Public Toilets
Yellow Snow
Dirty Redfern Locals
Vomit outside a pub
Speed bumps
Lost kittens
Free Candy Vans
Cement
Garden Gnomes

Honestly, I cannot stop giggling. Now I feel silly when I say that I am "Loving Every Minute" of anything.
Obviously I don't love every single minute.

Do you love Sigur Ros like I do?

If you knew Sigur Ros like I do, then you would love them. It's impossible not to.

We have discovered Sigur Ros's love child, or it's tumor, or its fraternal twin.
Or something like that.

Jonsi and Alex.


Jonsi and Alex are two members of the Icelandic band Sigur Ros, and they have formed their own second band.

It's instrumental and calm, like listening to those cds of waves on the shore, or bird sounds. You hardly notice it, and when you do you'll be amazed by the beauty and fragility of each song.

Here's my favorite part of their website:
a flash recipe book, of handwritten recipes that include ingredients like "a few handfuls of any dark leaf, like spinach, or something."


Oh, and what's that, a movie of them blending? Here you go!

Jónsi & Alex Recipe Show - Macadamia Monster Mash from Jónsi & Alex on Vimeo.

» BBC Music: “Riceboy Sleeps operates at a heady level of beauty”
» Dusted Magazine: “Everything happens slowly, easily, inevitably. Each song fades to white, not black.”
» The Economist: “…an idyllic labour of love that’s rich in glistening detail”
» musicOMH: “…one of the most beautifully arresting and emotionally redolent albums of 2009″
» The Guardian: “…a delicate, sad, little record, but one that ripples with beauty”
» The Observer: “…beautifully fragile music, not disposable but built to last”
» The Times: “Go back to Jonsi’s “proper” band afterwards and they almost seem brash by comparison”

love

I said that to Travis, and he responded with "Yeah, they're like on your blog, and they're like 'They're so cute! BLEGH!' They vomit on their keyboard."

He's silly.
That's a gross thought.

p.s. I know people visit my blog, because I have over a thousand visitors a month, but you'd think I'd get a comment every once and a while.
Of my last ten posts I think half have one comment, and the rest have none.
It makes me feel sad, considering how often and earnestly I check my email looking for comments. Let me know if you were here.
I'm feeling all dejected and such.

Craig's List

I like finding people on Craig's List trying to build up their portfolios.
What I like most about those people is that they like to give us a discount.

Or not charge us any money.

Which is perfect because zero is exactly how much money we have.

We now have an inexperienced, but acceptable wedding, engagement, and reception photographer.

We don't have to give her any money.

Her + Lisa + Dad + Brooke + Jenica = photos I'm sure will be okay.

(us at the concert last night)

Tomorrow are engagement photos. Too bad Brookie and I have mismatched schedules, I was excited for her to take my picture again.

Sam Beam = Beautiful

Sam Beam is the main singer for Iron and Wine.

What do you want to talk about first, when discussing the best concert I've ever been to? Do you want to talk about waiting in front of the stage for 4 hours in the heat of the day, or do want to talk about the rewards that we reaped from that long wait?
Let's talk about the rewards. We were ten feet from the stage. Ten short feet from Iron and Wine. He made eye contact with us, waved at us, played songs that we requested, and air-fived our neighbor.


You know when people say that artists are better live than on their albums? I always think to myself, "No way, josé, their albums are edited to make them sound better. Any mistakes are hidden." Well, maybe there is sometimes truth to that.
Because Sam Beam was better live.

Sam Beam is AMAZING live. They cleared the stage from the people that played before him, and instead they brought out a stool, and one single microphone. Travis started freaking out. It was just him, JUST SAM. No back up guitar, no drummer, no nothing, and he sang songs in different keys so that he could sing louder. He even did that sweet harmonizing thing with his voice, where you sing two notes at once.

Freaking brilliant.


Iron and Wine first dance at the reception anyone?

On other concert notes that AREN'T about how great Iron and Wine is, the whole area smelled like pot, and once, I got a good strong whiff, and coughed, and Trav leaned forward and said, "If you're wondering where the smell is coming from, look behind you."
Behind me was a dancing, flailing tie-dyed man, holding a dictionary and screaming "I MADE IT. I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M HERE!"
Then the man on stage (the main singer from Okkervil River) said, "Something smells like a church, like church incense. Is that you with the incense, buddy?" to which the freaking out and screaming only increased. I tried to capture a picture and got this gem.



Speaking of Okkervil River, here are some pictures of their band.



I love the Twilight Concert Series. Free Concerts make the world go round.

I almost wrote, free concerts make world peace, but then I remembered that an angry girl not only tried to kill Lauren, but I was shoved several times, and when I finally shoved back (Stop touching me!) I had a bottle of beer poured on my foot.

Maybe free concerts just make world peace + shoving.

they're going to keep coming today

I cannot stop writing. You're going to get a bunch of posts today.
I want to address the fact that I am in love.
(Yes with Travis, the best and cutest finacé in the world) But that's not who I am taking about it.
I'm talking about the women who write blogs that are AMAZING.
Do you want to form a club? Will you let me join?
I'd offer to be the secretary, except that you're all better at writing than I am.

Here they are. These are my new favorite blogs in the whole internet world:

(as previously addressed)


(from the author of Le Love, a blog I've adored for months. Also, Trav wants me to cut my hair like this.)

Color Me Katie
She has inspired me. Tonight I'm really going to spulrge on food, and spend two dollars (that IS a lot for me) on food coloring.


All Stripes.
(Okay, I know that it is for a company, but it's one of my favorite, favorite blogs.)

I, of course, have many other favorites which I am forced (by my OCD) to check daily, they can be found on my side bar under Lovely Links.
Look at them for some inspiration and beauty.
Click on the pretty pictures to head to their pretty blogs. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

so...

you know when you find a blog that seems to perfectly, and effortlessly voice exactly how you feel?
Oh yeah. I found that blog.

So about what I said...

(Even just now when I WROTE effortlessly, I had to sit and think for like two minutes of the word "effortlessly" because I could only think of the word "easilessly" which of course is NOT a word, and is the opposite of what I want. )

Also, when obsessively reading my new favorite blog (maybe I love it because of her admitted tendency to over share, something I also have a problem with), I came upon THIS freaking awesome post.
You go girl. She addresses the completely ridiculous interview between Marie Claire and Jessica Valenti, author of The Purity Myth.
Just to give you a preview, here are some of the absurd quotes from the interview:

"Virginity and chastity are reemerging as a trend in pop culture, in our schools, in the media, and even in legislation."

"The lie of virginity — the idea that such a thing even exists — is ensuring that young women's perception of themselves is inextricable from their bodies."

"The main misconception of virginity is that it exists! There's no medical definition. It's a completely cultural invention. It's such a huge deal and yet it's so amorphous. There's no real way to define it at all. "

kjwfiuwqbnxfh ewfheklru! I AM BAFFLED. Too baffled for words. No such thing as virginity.
I almost feel the need to start spouting some scripture.
Even if this wasn't a religious dilemma for me, HOLY COW, this should be a point of controversy for every woman in the world who respects their body, or even... has a body.
Dang.
Please, Mel. Tell this woman off again. Because I am too baffled for words, and the writer of So about what I said... is NOT too baffled for words, but insanely calm and collected, please go read what she has to say.
I'm telling you, she's freaking brilliant.

being engaged = the best thing ever

Trav and I are having so much fun being engaged. Here's a peak into what our day to day is like. It's full of firsts, like this: this is the very first thing that we've purchased together for our home.
It was on clearance. (Can we talk later about my complete obsession with Martha Stewart? She's the BEST.) It was like a forty dollar thing, and we got it for 15! Yay Macy's! Yay Martha!
It's an expandable cutlery holder thing for the drawer.

p.s. after looking at this picture my mother said "them's child-bearing hips."


This is us painting our FIRST house together. Although, let's be honest, it's an apartment in a house, not a whole house, and we're not ACTUALLY painting in this picture. Please look at how tall he is. Please appreciate the fact that my mom is here from Montana and is spending all her time painting our house.

This was our FIRST beard contest, the rules were simple. Using only a small length of tape that we had peeled from off the walls, make a beard without looking in the mirror.
Trav's was better, but only because he had more tape. Mine ended up looking patchy.

Aaaaaalso, since we all know how much I love to blog, this blog will not die when we get married, but instead, will be reborn! The address will stay the same, so as to not confuse my heap o' readers, but the name, I think will soon change.
Because Trav and I can maybe both write, and since this blog won't really be about MY life anymore, but OUR life, we're mixing things up. But don't worry, we won't call it the "Pitcher Family Blog." That would be too confusing.

In the Brother's Bloom, at the end, there's a line that goes (basically) like this:
Penelope: Your brother told me once, there's no such thing as an unwritten life, just a badly written one.

That was our inspiration. What do you think of this new title?



And as Tigger would say, ttfn, tah-tah for now.

surely you can't be leaving

is it really the end of August?
can school be beginning, fall starting, summer ending?

Hello, Fall 2009 school year. Hello again, BYU.
I will probably flunk out of you, since I will be working at least 20 hours a week, spending time with my man, and... something else, something big... what is it?
Oh, planning a wedding and getting married sometime around Midterms.
Whew.
This summer flew by.
And time is flying by before the big day, too.
I have exactly 60 days. 7.5 weeks.
Less than two months, and you can call me Mrs. Travis Pitcher.

But only if you want to. If you don't want to you can call me Becky, or any other approved nickname.


p.s. this is a favorite summer shot, of a pretty girl on the beach.
speaking of the beach, can you even believe how freaking COLD it was this morning at 7?

Julie/Julia

I want to see it.
I am sick of waiting.
Maybe I'm thinking about this movie because I's STARVING and it's a movie about food.

Maybe it's because I started reading the actual Julie/Julia Project Blog from wwwaaaaaay back in 2002.
Do you even remember 2002?
I was 13.
Just a wee little baby at 13 years old.

ohmygoshiamsofreakinghungrythatimightkillsomeoneandeatthemorstealtheirfoodiftheyhaveany.
That might be hard to read. It's basically this, I feel SO hungry that I think maybe I haven't actually eaten since 2002.
That's 7 years without food.
That's how hungry I am.

I feel SO hungry that I think maybe I exercised for 2oo hours straight without taking a break to eat.
That's 8.3 days of running without sustenance.

Ooh, Travis just gave me a poptart.
I love him.
What a good fiancé.

This is why we're getting married.
If only there was a toaster and some butter around here...

he's real!

For the last two years I have seen dozens of pictures and heard hundreds of stories of one young man.
I did not meet this boy because he was in Hong Kong, serving a mission.
But he is the love of Kaylie Jean's life, so he is a hot topic of conversation.

One week ago today, he returned home from Hong Kong to New Jersey, where Kaylie waited with his family to greet him.

Today he came to Utah, where I waited with my friends to greet him, touch him, to realize that he was real, (it felt like reuniting with him, because I know so much about him!)

Today, Lj said this: First of all, I wanted to say it's Kendra's birthday so happy birthday, Second, thank you all for coming, and Third, I want to ask a question.

Then he dropped to one knee. Then he proposed to Kaylie Jean.
Then I inexplicably BURST into tears. I didn't even cry when I got engaged. Then I sat shaky, and watched Claire sob, and Kendra get red and flushed, and Brooke start hyperventalting, and Trav just laughed and laughed at me and my hysterics.

Oh my goodness, I'm so glad that Trav and I went to the Hancock's house tonight.
It was wonderful. It was fantastic. It was not a let down.

OHMYGOODNESS. Kaylie and I are getting married.


and again the creepiness, but I stole this picture from Kaylie's facebook because it is my ALL TIME favorite picture of Kaylie and Lj, it has sat by Kaylie's bedside for as long as I've known her.
It makes me happy to see it.
I hope it's okay that I'm blogging about her engagement before she does.
Oops.

I love love.

p.s. Travis claims that he could tell from the MOMENT that we walked in the door that Lj was going to propose tonight. He was not surprised. Where as I didn't even SUSPECT until Lj was down on one knee.
I heard Lj say "I want to ask a question"and thought he was going to ask a rhetorical question, maybe have us ponder something, because he's Tongan I thought that this might be the beginning of some sort of cheer.
Really. Am I completely oblivious?

do you have an hour or two

and a pot of tea?

Today, I worked hard. I also took a nap, and went out on a date with my devilishly handsome fiancé.
Then I went to see four of the loveliest girls that I know.
Then I spent a great deal of time facebook stalking them to provide you with beautiful pictures of them.
So. I added a picture of each of them, so you can see how pretty they are.
Travis completely adores them, and apparently wishes we would hang out more, since he thinks they're really fun, and really good influences on me.
Hehe. They are. I adore them too.


This picture is the best thing in the world.

This is one of all four, plus Katie, who wasn't there. So I am going to tell you about them, because I love them, and I miss being best friends with them. (Because let's be honest, if I hadn't gone home last January, I'd be living with them now, and not where I am. They are the reason freshman year was so great.)

This is Kendra, more fondly known as Kenj. Kenj is insanely beautiful and classy, she has impeccable taste and an irresistibly lovely blog that promises to make my day better, and is one of the only blogs that I obsessivly check as often as I check my email.


This is Claire, more fondly know as Claire Bear, or sometimes just Bear. Claire is one of the kindest, sweetest, and most inspiring people that I know. Reading Claire's blog gives me warm fuzzies, and makes me want to sit down and write, look around me, and appreciate every inch of the world. As you can see from the picture, Claire is also terribly beautiful.


Brooke (again, nicknames, I love them, Brookie, Brooklyn, B): she is amazing. Brooke is clever, smart, stylish, and one of the most creative girls I know. Just seeing Brooke unexpectedly leaves me with a sense of giddyness for the rest of the day. After reading her blog I don't just feel like I understand Brooke better, but I always feel a little like I know everything better, even if the post is just about her.

Kaylie, Kaylie, Kaylie baby. I love Kaylie like crazy. Besides being one of the best listeners, comforters, and snugglers that I know, she is also one of the smiliest and happiest. Especially now that she has the love of her life back. Kaylie was one of the very best friends that I had while I was in Minnesota, and I couldn't have survived without her. In the process of reading just one entry of her blog I find myself nodding, and agreeing, and understanding everything she says because she puts words to how I feel!
I love her.

I love them all. I love them like crazy.
I love to see them, and I miss having them just across the hall.
I miss sleeping in their beds with them, even though my bed is ten feet away.
I miss writing down quotes.
I miss taking pictures.
I miss it all.

Can we play again soon?

BYU Health Care

Today I went to the doctor to ask about a physical before I get hitched.

Guess what I learned? At BYU instead of having an OBGYN appointment before you get birth control, you have to take a three hour "intimacy" class.

Oh, mormons.

p.s. we want this in our house.

p.p.s. i LOVE this song. I'm crazy about it. Obsessed may or may not be too strong a word, but if you think it is, then you should watch the video here.

A guilty conscience needs to confess.

A work of art is a confession.

-Albert Camus

If I could get married tomorrow I would

Now that we're engaged, and we have a house and I have a dress (which came in the mail TODAAAAY!!!) it is even harder to wait.
Exactly two months from today and I'll have been married for 12 hours.

When I say it's harder to wait now than it was before, I don't even mean what you might think.
These are the things that I cannot wait for:
not having to get up at midnight and go home to be alone until the next day when I can see Trav. wouldn't it be ideal if after being snuggled up sleepily on the couch to watch a movie, I could just stay there for as long as I like, and not have to say goodbye for a while?

having my own kitchen. I can bake cookies whenever I please. There won't be dirty dishes in the sink that no one will claim, because Trav and I both know they're ours. and I won't get yelled at for using sugar in the cupboard, because there will be no doubt as to who bought it.

not having roommates in the living room watching sports and being mean when all Trav and I want is to sit and talk quietly.

not having to call each other in the morning and wait by the phone for Trav to wake up so I can finally go over. Won't it be nice to just roll over and see if he's awake yet?

not having to go to ward fhe, but being able to have our own family home evening. just us together. as the cutest little family in the whole world. yes. maybe even the whole universe.

Wouldn't it be nice?

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong? You know its gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together Wouldnt it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new And after having spent the day together? Hold each other close the whole night through? Happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Wouldn't it be nice? Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do We could be married (We could be married!) And then we'd be happy Wouldn't it be nice You know it seems the more we talk about it It only makes it worse to live without it But lets talk about it Wouldn't it be nice?
You rarely expect the Beach Boys to know what you're thinking, but this time they hit it on the nose.

{picture via}

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble

(Spoiler alert, maybe.)



I loooooooved 500 days of summer. I've heard reviews that didn't like it, but please ignore those reviews, and go to see it.
I like movies about romance that don't end like they "ought to."
I thought it very unique. I thought it beautifully done. I thought it heartbreakingly realistic.
Similar to he's just not that into you, this movie didn't end with a perfect happily ever after, but even then, it wasn't that sad, it was okay.
The movie had feeling of continuation. Moving on.

Most chick flicks end with the couple getting together. They don't begin with that, and show you a real relationship. I guess (500) days of Summer wasn't really a chick flick.
Just a flick.

BUT one thing I loved was that their "getting to know you," "we are kind of flirting" banter was realistic. It was full of pauses, and nervousness. It didn't sound like a script, it sounding like two people getting to know each other, and kind of flirting.


And the games that people play, and the lies that people don't have to tell, because they let things be assumed, and all the strings we pull and hints that we drop.
It felt like a real, true story about falling in and out, and in and out of (and back into) love.

That's all. I loved it.

I think they stole my ipod for the soundtrack.

p.s. I adore Zooey Deschanel, and do you recognize Joseph Gordon-Levitt as the young Norman Maclean from A River Runs Through It?

Our first home together

So, I told you we had a new house. Here's your virtual tour. Today Sophie, and Maude and I went over and vaccuumed, and dusted a little. Not a lot, and it needs some cleaning, but the house is here. Take a gander:

Here is the outside, most pictures are by Maude, but please notice the cute tree that acts like a tent, and our first friendly neighbor, Perry, the praying mantis, who is the same length as my longest finger.

Oh, we will be your tour guides. Becky and Sophie. (Please note Sophie's now blond hair. Looks good, doesn't it?)


When you come in the door, you are in the living room, see the tall ceilings, bookcase, and cupboards? And, don't you just adore the door?

Through the living room is the kitchen, with a funky yellow stove, a back door, and a little room beside the fridge for our baby table.

Then you've reached the bedroom, which is not very exciting, but has two big and lovely windows. (Have you noticed how bright our new home is? It's all the big windows)

And then, of course the bathroom. Check out the sweet lightswitch. I luf it.
There you have it.

a house! a house! a dress! a dress!

Today Travis and I signed contracts for a house to live in after we get married. It's not a full house, just an apartment within a house. But it is AWESOME and PERFECT and has a freaking YARD!
Pictures tonight, tonight, tonight!
Also, I got my dress, thank you, thank you, thank you ebay and Mary.
The dress, the dress, it is lovely, lovely.
The house, the house, is filled with gems (gems!) like a window seat bench that opens, and built in bookshelves and on old fashioned bathtub, a BATHTUB! Just yesterday I gave up the hope that I might have a bathtub, and was disappointed to accept that we'd probably end up somewhere with only a shower.
gah! I love it. I love them both. I am so happy, happy, happy.
(evidently my excitement is being displayed by the repetition of words here...)

Wish me congrats you folks and fellas out there.

p.s. the colors for the wedding have been chosen. If you're coming and feel like coordinating your outfit, here they are:

They're not exact, but they're close. So men, if you have a GRAY suit, wear it, not a black or brown (or otherwise) suit. If you only have a black, brown or otherwise suit, then you may wear it.

You will look dashing.

It had better be good

Mary in Minnesota,
and Mom in Montana,
are both separately too busy to talk
because they're doing the same thing.

All I can say is,
Race to Witch Mountain
better be good.

in seventy-one days

that's how long I have to plan my wedding, which will be on October 10th.
If you're thinking, "why so soon?"
this is why: we don't want to get married in the winter, and we don't want to wait for spring, and in the words of Billy Crystal: when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible
But because this wedding is CRAZY fast, I've been CRAZY hectic. Here is what yesterday looked like:
730am: I wake up because I haven't really slept since I've been engaged.
800am: I shower and get dressed etc.
840am: after calling and calling my fiancé, I realize that he is not actually awake for our 900am appointment for house tour, and leave to go get him.
850am: cram down a bowl of cherrios while I wait for him to wash his face.
900am-1130am: Drive around looking at houses. Find one we LOVE and beg the people to let us have their contracts.
1130am-1230pm: my first hour of work at the law school.
1230pm-130pm: we look at one more house, eat a hot dog, and rush to a fabric store.
130pm-330pm: my second half of work at the law school.
330pm-400pm: what? a break!
400pm-730pm: my shift at the Mtc.
730pm-800pm: showered and ate some chips
800pm-1000pm: went to the Pitchers for Noelle's birthday and finally got to eat some dinner. (I also got some sweet gifts from Camille too. I LOVE them.)
1000pm-1230am: planned my wedding with the Pitchers.
1230am-130am: responding to emails, talking to mary, etc.
This is too much.
GAH
Good thing I happen to LOVE planning a wedding, and I have a wonderful, insanely involved and helpful finacé. (Not to mention Mary, Sophie and my Mom. Thanks for keeping me sane.)
I'll try to find a spare moment to write again soon.
Oh, and if anyone wants to take pictures for us sometime soon, we'd love you forever. We want a couple different people to take engagement photos, and so far we have Lisa, Brooke, and maybe Maude lined up.

you knew it was coming

and now it's here.

Travis and I are ENGAGED to be MARRIED!

Tell me if you know of any deals to tell me about. Like wedding dresses. Or photographers.
etc.

I'm freaking out.
More details to follow.

19.91 GB

I could not figure out why on earth my computer was so slow.
Why it would not load anything.
Why it kept telling me that my start up disk was almost full when just recently I deleted almost 20 GB.

I copied and deleted nearly every picture. I deleted all my movies. I had only my music, documents, recent pictures, and a bunch of little things.

Guess what the problem was?
My photo album of pictures and movies from my two week trip to Minnesota was taking up 19.91 GB, ALL ON IT'S OWN.
That's SO much.

So I have deleted it, and now my computer is unburdened and joyful. Now, my dear computer romps wildly through the prairies of imagination.

(don't worry, EVERYTHING I have has been meticulously copied on to my external hard drive.)