From Our Front Porch Looking In: April 2011

The smart thing right now would be for me to be snoozing in my warm little bed. Instead, I'm lying on the couch, feet freezing, showing you my wedding ideas. But, that's what I want to be doing. I'm sick of analyzing literature.

Here's to Board One. I heart my wedding already.

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Not that I need to explain, but this is why I'm grateful to those who accompanied me dress shopping.

Don't worry, this is not "THE dress." This is not spoiling anything for D$.

We took a lot of pictures of a lot of dresses. I voiced my opinion a lot (to be expected). And, I made a lot of these faces.

So, once again...I'm grateful.

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I bought my wedding dress last Saturday. How cool is that?

It's really pretty. I feel really pretty when I wear it.

Guess I should start planning the wedding so I can wear it....

Special thanks to my mother, sisters, Aunt Traci, and Brock for going shopping with me. Being patient with me. And making me try on every dress in every store. I became especially motivated when Traci told me I could be positive or she would do a happy dance.

My only worry now is something Brooke pointed out in the store while I was modeling the one I chose: "What if you sweat and your dress turns brown in the armpits?"

Thanks, Brooke. You're the best.

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So, I have this fish. Remember him? And I really, really hate cleaning out his tank. #1, he's growing. Fast. And I'm too cheap to buy a net. So, we use a ladle. Now he's too big for the ladle. And sometimes this makes him fall on the ground. Gross. #2, did I mention he's really big? Too big for his tank. When you take off the lid he tries to jump out.

This does happen. I know this because it did happen. Luckily to Dustin. One time he just dropped him on the floor. Pretty traumatizing, but Raoul recovered quickly. This last time D. didn't move the tank to a bigger counter. Raoul leaped out of the the tank as soon as the lid was off. He may or may not have landed between the fridge and the counter. And he stuck to the counter.

I ran. Really fast. And screamed from the back room, "DON'T KILL MY FISH!" But, I don't really care. Mostly I was just freaked out that the fish was stuck to the side of the fridge.

And guess what? Raoul is thriving. Even though I forget to feed him sometimes. And he's as long as his tank. He lives.

(This picture is in fact taken from a bird's eye view. After I got over the nastiness of the situation, I braved the mess and observed...from the counter.)

Now we clean his tank like this:

It's pretty convenient actually. Raoul gets to jump out all on his own like a big boy, and I don't get grossed out. I even help clean the tank now. Win/win situation.

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Hi. My name is Alyssa. I know I am a completely incompetent blogger. But, I would have you know-I have become ridiculously behind and helpless in many other aspects of my life. See for yourself:

Yes, folks. I have even given up maintaining my personal hygiene. I now rely on those closest to me to keep me presentable. Watch out, World. It's this bad right now, and my semester with an overload of credits begins tomorrow. Next picture documented: someone applying my deodorant.

I dare you to ask how the wedding plans are going now that you've seen the severity of the situation.

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No, we didn't make these similar faces on purpose. We're just this excited.

July 30, 2011. Manti, UT. For time AND all eternity. Folks, that means for-ev-er, not just until this life is over. How cool is that?

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Once Upon a Time, I went to Disney Land. And I loved it. Despite the virus that managed to incapacitate me for a few hours on Saturday afternoon, I loved it. My soon-to-be-in-laws are masters of the parks, and made the trip amazing. They know the in's and out's of all the rides, ticket-takers, and shows. Hire them next time you go, I promise-you won't regret it.

I'm going to let this post, once again, contain mostly pictures. First, let me clue you in on a couple things:

1) No, Dustin does not require a wheelchair. We were transporting it for his Grandma (who's birthday it is-by the way-thus the matching shirts you'll soon see) and he naturally assumed I would push him. And I did. And it was fun. Until I wrecked it. And then people laughed when Dustin stood up.

2) I come from a really, really good family. One I love more than anything in the world. I'm pretty sure I'm the luckiest girl in the world: my new family is amazing, too. How many girls get two amazing families?

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