Recognized

Today at the Wilk I was in line to buy some pictures.

(This is a tangent, but I want to share: I recently went to a freinds house who had TONS of pictures on the walls, in photo albums, hanging on the fridge and I felt inspired and printed out a bunch of pictures to display in my own home. I got them back today and I love them so much. I can't stop looking at them. They are so pretty and physical and I LOVE real prints!)

So I was in line to pay for these prints.
And when I got to the counter the girl looks up at me and says "Oh, hi. Your name is Becky. It's weird that I know that. Sorry."
I laughed and asked how she knew who I was.
"Oh, I'm really good friends with Taylor Elwood," (my high school boyfriend) I asked if she'd been writing to him on his mission and we chatted a little bit before she said, "Yeah well I facebook stalked you, which now sounds really creepy."

For some reason this conversation left me grinning. I walked back to the law school and was like "Hmm, I wonder who else secretly knows who I am...."
Because I blogstalk heaps of people that I would recognize in an instant but would never know who I am.
And I definately facebook stalked the ex-girlfriends of most of my guyfriends, especially if I liked them.

All in all, it was pretty funny.

And it made me think about high school and remember that sometimes it wasn't so bad. (I'm watching Freaks and Geeks now, and its really helping me remember all the terrible things about high school.)

Yeah, yeah. I know you all think I'm vain, but all the same, it was kind of nice to be recognized.

One Year

You remember Travis, my husband?
I find him to be highly adorable.

Even though tomorrow it will be our 3month anniversary of marriage, yesterday was special in its own right. Even more special than the tenth.
Here's why:

Yesterday was my one year anniversary of meeting Travis.
We were set up on a blind date (which you may know was secretly set up by him after he saw a picture of me. Awww shucks. )
We went to his house and had some very tasty food and participated in very goofy games that I now feel are unlike Travis. He hates board-type games.
One stroke of luck after another (along with little pushes from he or I) and we saw each other every day for several months.
Until I left. Then he came to get me.
And I remembered that I was completely in love with him.
Then we got engaged. Now we are married.
It's been ONE year.
Only one year.

A few days after Travis and I got back from Minnesota we made up a song which was to be sung loudly and obnoxiously and was sure to embarrass anyone near us. After we performed it Lauren said "How have you lasted so long without each other?"
That's when I realized that Travis and I are perfect for each other.

Sorry this post is already kind of long, but it's not done yet, because everyone else got to do a year in pictures when the new year started except me, and I wanted to. But now it's been one year of dating Travis (yes, we still date) and so I get to do a year of us in pictures. You will be stunned by how much more attractive we are now than a year ago.
For example, I was much thinner. But now I'm good and fat, which apparently works for me.
Travis's hair was short and goofy. But now I get to tell him when he is handsome and encourage his long hair.
Anyway, here goes.

Wow. This began very IN-ORDER. Now I suppose you get to look at it jumbled a bit.





























I love him.

That's what you should take away from this.

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.

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?

away we go

I like to go on dates.
Last night I went on a date with a very handsome boy.
We went to see Away We Go, and I laughed until I cried.
But, no, this laughing until I cried didn't just happen once, or happen a little.
You can ask my very handsome date to tell you how I laughed until I gasped for air, and snorted, and generally wet myself like six times.
Except that I didn't actually wet myself. Just my face.

Now, I've laughed until I cried during many movies, but not movies like this one. Movies where I've laughed until I cried were usually movies like The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, or Finding Nemo.
The first is crude, horrible, plug-your-ears hilarious, and the second is fun for the whole family, Ellen is pretending to speak whale, and doesn't Marlin remind you a little of grandpa funny.

I loved that Away We Go was so unbelievably human. I didn't always laugh when the characters were laughing, because their jokes weren't funny. I laughed when they were being people, because they were such people.
It reminded me a little of Garden State in its humanity (although Garden State is much more crude) and it reminded me of Stranger than Fiction when you looked at the characters' flaws, and their strengths, and how they interact.
I assume that most people who actually read my blog won't see this, so now I get to share a moment that stuck out to me. This couple is beginning to start a family and trying to decide where they should be, and they go all over the country visiting people and trying out cities. When they see all these families that are really pretty screwed up, or falling apart, the woman Verona says, "No one is in love like us, right?"
And it is so hard, because she needs a confirmation that their family won't break, that they're stronger than everyone else who is falling apart, and yet, in order to accept that, she also has to try to accept that what she and Burt have is as good as it gets.
Obviously, especially having had such a good family growing up, and understanding the gospel, I know that what they have isn't as good as it gets, but sometimes, for the world, I think that it is.
and it's heart breaking to think that sometimes you really hit the peak, this is as good as it will ever get.
Let's just say, I love my life, and I'm pretty happy with it so far, but I sure hope it hasn't peaked yet.

this is travis

we are in love.

what, am I dating a fifteen year old?

As I watched Travis shave via Skype (yes, I was watching Travis shave his face. Nothing strange there.)
Hey, he just called me spoiled!
Anyways, as I watched him shave, he cut himself.

It made me feel sad for his face and also, it made me giggle.
Except for that one big time (which doesn't really count at all, though I do still have a scar)I don't think I've cut myself shaving since I was fourteen.

Oh, Travis. You are silly.
and also, there's blood on your face.

and you missed a spot on your chin.

I love you because

Today when I woke up, Travis sent me about forty little polaroids.

They all look like this:







You can see them all here: i love you because

no games

"You're not boring, I'm never bored when I'm with you."

"What about when I am napping on my couch?"

"That's when I'm least bored, those are my favorite times."

"Really, I find it hard to believe that that's when you're the least bored."

"Okay, so it's not when I'm the least bored."

"Is that even your favorite time, or was that whole sentence a lie?"

"What? oh yeah, that whole sentence was a lie."


we played a game. we decided to think of five words that embodied the other person.
you don't get to hear the long explanations that each of the words merited. (like, for example, unstable.)
but here they are:
creative, alive, personable, desire, loyal

unstable, passionate, poetic, imagination, sympathy

What up, media?

So you know how every single good chick-flick seems to be interrupted by a raucous sex scene?
Bah, it makes me mad, it drives me crazy.
I just want to watch a love story without sex, or rather, without such blatant sex.
Not that I'm anti-sex, or anything, but you know how the media wants us to believe that everyone has sex before marriage except mormons (and only some mormons, at that.)
Well, I was browsing around the Glamour website, written mostly by Joanna Goddard (check her personal blog here), and I stumbled upon this lovely article.
On her sex and relationships blog, Jo took a survey, and 41% of the women polled say that they will not have sex until their wedding night.

A few of them share their stories, and I LOVE them. They're very sweet.
One girl wrote that despite being nonreligious she researched the subject scientifically and found this out:
"Turns out, sex creates chemicals that bond a couple together. But that feeling fades, usually after two years or so. The problem is that if you have sex too soon, those chemicals will overshadow any serious flaws in your relationship. The easiest way to avoid this is to only have sex after you've made the ultimate commitment--marriage. Then you know your relationship is based on love and compatibility, not lust.

There are other benefits to waiting: I never have to worry about pregnancy scares (whee!), or if a guy likes me or just wants to get into my pants (double whee!)."

Anyways, I know it's a strange topic for the blog today, but I thought it was interesting, and that you might too.

[Read the full article here.]

i wish the rain in utah was full of thunder and lightning

I stole this picture from my sister Lisa's blog. She took it.

Last night, I spent several hours in the rain.

"You know, we're the coolest people ever," said Travis.
"Who?" I asked.
"Us."
"You and I are the coolest people ever?"
"Look at us!" he said, "We're out in the rain, passing out fliers for Gallery Stroll."

Yeah we were.
In the rain.
For like two hours.

If you are in Provo, come to Gallery Stroll tonight, and you might win a glimpse of the two coolest people ever.
(travis and i.... come on!)

Also, please check out this video that Chris posted on his blog. EVERYONE will appreciate this. I promise. it's wonderful.

I don't know why I wear perfume,

I smell like exhaust every day anyway.

This is why:
The boyfriend has a scooter, and it is now officially spring.



I tend to hide behind Travis on the scooter so the wind/bugs/exhaust/sunlight can't hit me.
This is Travis, trying to make me wear a helmet.
Look! GREEN! IT'S SPRINGTIME!

Don't worry moms out there. I never look this happy riding the scooter, because Travis always forces me to wear a helmet. This is on an abandoned road.
I made him take off his helmet so I could take our picture.


You didn't know how goofy I look with a helmet on, did you?
I look THHHIIIIIIIIIS goofy.


We went on the scooter yesterday for about.... four hours?
We may have been lost, but Travis won't admit to that, and it might not be true.
All I'm saying is, we came upon "Road Closed" signs, and "Detour" signs like every fifteen minutes, and Travis would say things like "let's just get off, and push it over these railroad tracks and see what over there."
or "Wow, this road really IS closed, isn't it? Is this a construction site?"
Then he would yell things like "This is an adventure!"
or "This is the coolest thing I've done in SO LONG!"
or "This is why scooters are awesome, you can take them anywhere!"

Then he would skip in a circle and do a dance, and be super cute, and terribly goofy.

"It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!" -- Mark Twain