Married Student Ward

Well, at least it's not as quiet as a singles ward....

Will and I, totally lost when we arrived at church this morning at 7:55 a.m.(and yes, our church really does start at 8.) had to track down a random bishop and then the stake presidency to find our ward and their location in the massive building.

After tracking them down and walking in late to a combined lesson of relief society/priesthood, we learned an awful lot simply by observation.
The bishop is fantastic. He won't shove baby making down our throats and wishes for the both of us to finish our college education.
People react in 3 different ways when new members arrive in the ward.
1. They welcome you cheerfully and converse politely with you.
2. They stare at you when you're not looking and avert their eyes when you look back.
3. They stare at you whether you're looking or not and refuse to break that stare for anything.

Church wasn't as bad as we anticipated. And we even made friends. 'insert fist bump'

However, I have yet to experience relief society on my own, and have yet to receive a calling.

Well, the wedding is finally over, and the honeymoon has resentfully concluded. And I'm pooped.

My wedding day was happy. Very very happy. Perhaps I will upload pictures. If I can figure that out.
Everything ran very smoothly, and the only glitch was that my music didn't sync to my ipod. Thank goodness for 16 year old brothers who are willing to skip out on a little wedding to drive home to fix the issue.

We left in a car covered in sticky notes(some of them were more than just inappropriate)
and we came home to an apartment with 5 unpacked boxes and a bed. Classy.

We woke early the next morning to start the horribly long, 22 hour drive to Lake Travis, Texas.

After a long drive with some rather eventful happenings, we arrived at the beautiful resort ready to play.

We made some great friends, literally swam with the fishies, fed llamas, deer, goats and sheep, saw the new Batman(99% perfect. Had Anne Hathaway not contaminated the movie, it would have been a solid 100) I tried a lot of food exclusive to the Texas area. (I highly recommend whataburger. It'll put all you in-n-out lovers to shame) And we both left with sunburnt shoulders and arms.
All in all a successful trip.

Our apartment has no air conditioning, dishwasher, or microwave. The tv sits on the floor(big cheer for Sharissa) Will has his gaming corner set up nicely in the back room. Our floor is covered with boxes and bags still needing unpacked. Our bedroom has nothing but a bed. 3 very loud fans are running constantly.
It's small and it's not perfect, but we are perfectly happy.

10 Days

10 days and counting... It's coming up so soon.
When we first got engaged and set the date, July 14th didn't seem so far away. But as time went by, it seemed like the day would never come. 6 months is much to long. And now, it's only 10 days away.
Things still need to be done, we aren't 100 percent ready, but we will be.
We start moving in to the apartment on Friday.
I'm so excited.
I'm so nervous.
I didn't think the nerves would come. I've known for a long time this is what I wanted. I still know without a doubt that it's the right decision. But, right or wrong, it's a huge decision. The biggest one I will ever have to make. And I'm nervous.
There isn't cold feet, just nerves.
This day is coming a lot like graduating high school did. It was always in the distance, something I knew would happen to me one day. But something that was so far away that I never really thought about it. And then, before I knew it, I was standing in line backstage waiting to hear my name called.
I knew I would get married. Just never this soon.
And then I knew I would marry Will, it just seemed like it was always so far away.
And it's next Saturday.
I'm in love, I'm excited, but boy am I nervous.

17 days. Good thing I'm not actually 17

I apologize for my long absences. Wedding planning is not as fun as it sounds. Especially when there aren't sparkles and fluff around.

All I've been doing with my life is working, planning for this beast, spending a small time with my family, and what seems to be an even smaller time with my fiance.

Work is grand. Full of folding other peoples messes and taking other peoples money that you can't actually have. It's rather disheartening when a lady makes a purchase bigger than your next pay check.
Cashiering isn't too bad though. That is, until you have an old lady come through the line that you think can comprehend less of what you are saying than a Mexican woman with three screaming children. But, you only think that until the next person in your line is a Mexican woman with three screaming children.

Mattress shopping was thrilling... Who would have thought springs with a cushion on top would be so horribly expensive. Lucky for us we found a deal. We also found out that Will likes the mattress that is stiffer than rocks. Good thing those are the expensive ones. The cheaper they get the farther you sink. We should probably just sleep on the floor and skip the mattress altogether.

Last night was Will's only night off. So naturally we went out on the town.... To Trafalga mini-gold and nickle city. Woot.
It really was fun though. Stupid arcade games are my thing. They also have an air-hockey table. The game count as of last night is now, Brenna-4 Will-3.

Along with working and planning, I've been spending a little time out in the sun. Gotta get my tan on for the wedding right? Wrong. I have eczema. Eczema spots don't tan. So, the old eczema spots are now white spots, and the new spots are pink. I look filthy. The new Pig-Pen from Charlie Brown.

Happy End of June to all of you. Hopefully your July will be as good as mine will.

Bridal Shower-5 weeks

Yesterday, thrown by lovely ladies who are more than amazing, I was given my first bridal shower. 

Chick food really is the best, especially when you're the guest of honor and you can eat as much as you want. 

I received so many great presents. It's a relief to know Will and I won't be destitute in our apartment. 

Only one semi-naughty present was received. From the best friend of course. It's quite cute. 

Thanks to all who came. You mean so much to me. 

5 more weeks... 

6 Weeks

It's only 6 weeks away. And I'm dying. I've got a million things to do, but the chances of me sitting down to do them are very slim.
 I would really like to be married already.

Home Alone

I learned over the weekend, well I more of confirmed that I truly don't like having the house all to myself.

With my family away for the night, and my fiance, well, being the good man that he is, I was forced to spend the night alone at my house. Awesome.

I thought I could be brave, but I was clearly wrong. I double checked that all the doors were locked, I shut all the windows, and I left most of the lights on.
I kept my bedroom door open so that I could see the happenings outside my room.(this was after a long debate whether or not to sleep in my parents room)

Many strange dreams, some nightmares, and not enough sleep later, I made it through the night.

Good thing Will was just a phone call away, so that I could have a comfort, and good thing church was at nine and he showed up at 8:30.

We also learned that showering while being home alone is a terrifying thing. Absolutely horrible. (Thanks Alfred Hitchcock for that one)


Being sunburned is really the greatest. Unless you have another engagement shoot the next morning.