Houston

This weekend Rob and I were in Houston for Candace and Josiah's wedding. We went down on Thursday to be at the rehearsal dinner, then Friday morning was the sealing and Friday evening, the reception and ring ceremony.

The rehearsal dinner was in a beautiful neighborhood right on the lake, so naturally, after 5 minutes or so of introducing and mingling, Rob took off in a canoe.







Then the brides father took off in a canoe after Rob, but we tried to ignore all that.



The sealing the next morning was beautiful. The bride was still happy as ever even when the rain came shortly after exiting the temple. (By the time I got the camera everyone decided to pretty much give up on pictures which is why I am lacking a happy-couple-exiting-the-temple photo.

But I do have a cute picture of them at the reception that evening, and also a close-up of Rob standing dutifully next to the other groomsmen (of course Rob was begging all evening, "Kasey, don't forget to take some pictures of me up there...I really want to capture these moments..." So I did what I could).





Oh and in between the sealing and reception we went and got delicious Fish Taco's from a place called Berryhill...which seems weird to me because there was no pie...and then we went and saw Julie & Juilia. I'm sorry to say it was terrible. Rob abandoned me at the end because I don't think he could listen to Julia's voice any longer, and I was left alone with the middle aged women laughing and crying...not actually knowing which was the appropriate option.

Either way, we had a really good time and I have to say, after that movie all I really want is to try and poach an egg.

So awesome

Today I learned about evisceration.


Ha! I can't help myself.

Don't Mess With The US!

Well, here it is. My mom and dad marching in DC at a tea party this past weekend. What can I say? I'm beaming with pride.

And yes, the sticker on my mom's shirt says, "Abortion is NOT healthcare!" And My dad's shirt says, "Don't Mess With The US!"

Way to represent Mom and Pop!

La la la

Soo I went to the temple today with Rob and I's friends, Candace and Josiah. They are getting married next weekend and so it was a first for both of them. As I was driving down I thought about my experience just a month ago and was SO happy that one of my friend's would be able to feel the same spirit and excitement that comes along with all the fun festivities of getting married (other than the periods of panic and anxiety that your cake won't feed everyone).

Anyway, I drove to the temple by myself the morning of my wedding and my mom's car had a limited selection of music. It was either Mormon Tabernacle choir, Celtic Hymns, orr Mormon Tabernacle choir. So I chose the Mormon Tabernacle choir. The first song was Climb Every Mountain and I always think about it now when I think about the wedding and the temple. I love it. Love.

Rise and Shout People. Rise and Shout.

So I didn't grow up in a family of "deals", of "bargains." If I wanted to purchase something my immediate response was not, "but where else might I find such a perfect addition to my closet?" (I'll say closet because I know everyone was thinking clothes...where else could she find clothes) Anyway, it seems I have married into a family of deals. Apparently I have been lost in the way of purchasing things: plane tickets, televisions, clothing, food, books. And its like if you can't find that deal to partially or completely subsidize the purchase...what good is it? Need to fly somewhere? Do you have points? Need to get a TV? How many credit cards will you use? Food? Oh how about this website that basically gives out gift cards? Oh you mean you didn't know about that? *whispering and mocking at all those paying full price for their meals*

And I've decided something about all this "bargaining." When one of them finds a good deal, the news then follows a chain. Notify the wife, Lyle, Susanne, and all of the brothers depending on who picks up. And for good measure lets throw in an Uncle too, and most likely Jeff. You are not only saving money, you are one-upping the last so-called "good deal" someone found. That's when it translated to me. I know all about one-upping, not done maliciously of course, just a fun little treat to share the hundreds of dollars you saved on your new flat screen (or in my translation: finding the perfect pair of jeans to replace your existing pair of jeans. Take that).

I'm learning so much.

Oh and although I may be studying (blogging) on Labor day, this weekend made up for all the medical diagnoses I'm about to make up.


Hung out with Lauren (my sister-in-law) and the baby (shown on the left enjoying a relaxing movie with Uncle Rob), bought some new pillows for my couch (with some validation of their cuteness contributed by Lauren), ate Sticky Toffee Cheese from Central Market...incredible, watched a BBC film, and had a very happy husband who came home from the Victorious BYU game resulting in a whispering of "Cougar Nation" that continued for the remainder of the evening...into the next day.

And it doesn't hurt that I saw this rainbow the other day.

Supersize it

Well there you go! Just as a reference the British measurement of 1 stone = 14 lbs. My sister was a bus driver, luckily she weighs approximately one pebble.

Goop

What did Rob do before I binder-clipped the end of the toothpaste? Squeeze from the MIDDLE of the tube?



Absurd.