Nothing or Something

This post really has no subject. I am just going to throw some words out there and hopefully they will form some kind of plausible sentences.
Me and Ty are going to have dinner with his cousin and my friend(his wife) tonight. For some strange reason whenever I get a formal or even just a regular verbal invite of any kind to any sort of event, I totally freeze up. It's like my brain goes into auto-excuse mode. I always imagine some horrible and embarrassing scene where I accidentally fart while sneezing or I insult the hosts by saying how I really feel about their living room decor. So I end up convincing myself that this will happen and therefor have to make some sort of excuse as to why "we just can't make it".
These bad things have never ever happened to me and I always end up laughing too hard and having a lot of fun but I think I really hate myself on the inside so I don't let myself have fun. Is this making any sense to anyone but me and Courtney?
I am going to make a really good salad that my mom-in-law makes with baby spinach, apples, craisins, candied pecans,Parmesan cheese and poppy seed dressing. Sounds easy. I'm sure I will find some way to screw it up and everyone will have to lie and tell me how much they love and how they want the recipe.
Even if they really do want the recipe, I can never believe when people compliment anything I do cause I feel like they just feel really sorry for me so they hurry and make something up to make me feel good. You know like when you're in an awkward situation with other people so you hurry and tell them that you like their purse but you really could care less?
Do I sound insecure or what? Wow, mom what did you do to me? Isn't that what people do? Blame your parents for you being crazy and anxiety ridden? I really don't blame my mom. I blame my sister Meagan. She was the popular one.
If you really want to see me in my element, you should take me dancing. Man alive! Omni. 16Th birthday. Remember Omni down on Center Street? Me with my hot pink shirt and my glittery, cherry belt buckle belt and my K Swiss shoes. Then after like 2 weeks they shut it down. Then Chelsea, Laura and I turned 18. One word. Vortex.
Now you make think this place was trashy, full of people blowing Cherry flavored Prime Time smoke in your face and sweaty 25 years olds coming down to the under 21 floor to check out the youngins but... Well, it was all of those things. But somehow I was able to tune those things out and dance so hard both my feet were completely numb by the end of the night. Considering I was wearing stiletto boots so I could put my ID and lip gloss in them so I wouldn't need a purse. But still, numb feet?? That shows some dedication.
My girls and I would almost NEVER dance with other boys. That wasn't our thing.
Without a doubt, every Vortex night would unfold like this.
We would get onto the dance floor, make our way through the sweaty drunken crowd and find a nice opening so all 3 of us could fit. Imagine and prayer circle if you will. We would kind of stand there and feel everyone else out, just hang out until we would find a good song and then the show would start. Maybe 5 minutes into everything we would look around and notice a small crowd of guys HOVERING. Annoying and weird. Then the bravest one from the flock would try to pry his way between us. either behind or in front of one of us. I guess you could say he wanted some attention. The targeted girl would give the other two the "eye" and we would courteously smile at this hopeful boy while the other one would grab the victim and pull her over to safety. Repeat the rest of the night.
So you see, we didn't go to get numbers or to give numbers. I simply love to dance. I went a few times after I got married. Tyler is so awesome. He is not a jealous guy and he always knew that when I would go before and while we were dating, it was only cause I enjoyed dancing. So he didn't mind when I went after we were married. Obviously it wasn't the same. I really miss it. It was so liberating and not to mention calorie burning.
I work with a girl that I went to high school with. Mykenzie DeWolf. She just came up to the office to get some kids supplies and I always love when she hangs out so we can talk. We always say how we wish we were friends back in high school. We have so much in common. I really should get a time machine.
I guess I'll get back to work now.

I love Hilton

For V-day my awesome cousin, Steffany Thatcher(see above picture) decorated our room for us. She works at the Hilton so it's not creepy. She really knows how to set the mood for two Mother Lovin' lovers.












Although those sparkly stars on the floor ended up stabbing our feet in the morning and sticking to my butt cheeks.

Married Birthday

Once you are married it's like this automatic sign gets put around your neck warning everyone that you are not allowed to have fun. If you are thinking in your head, "Not me, I still have fun!" You're lying to yourself. Take for instance birthdays. Dinner out seems to be the highlight of the day. sad? maybe. Even the birthday card that comes with your flowers gets exponentially more dull.


such a romantic this one.


He did redeem himself with this beautiful cake though. He was going for a springy, meadowy scene, it looks to me like he just got color happy...but of course I eat anything.

She finally had a shower

There 4 of us girls that grew up in the same ward together. We were practically inseparable. Me, Ana Malpica, Jennifer Johnson and Heidi Wadsworth. As of February 11th, we will all be old married women.
Still so weird to me.

Here is a first hand look into her bridal shower. It was not your mother's.




















We should have closed her eyes..

Thanks Mom

Mom thank you for getting knocked up with me 3 months after having Meagan. Happy Birthday to my sister yesterday and Happy Birthday to me today.