my husband, doing what he does best.

my husband loves to play the guitar.

and i love to listen to him!

he is so talented.  

i am excited for more guitar tonight - 

i am going to make him teach me how to play this song.

and we will probably watch the game.  

go mavs!

a little bit of cancun.

i dream of one day, being able to spend exorbitant amounts of money at costco.

we are back in the united states!  oh the beautiful land of the free and home of the brave!  a place where the policemen don't carry machine guns and women don't sit on a beach topless and think nothing of it!  a place where i can mostly understand everyone!  a place where the food is exactly what i am used to!  a place where family and friends abound!  oh, america, you are so beautiful.  

things that are slightly frustrating about mexico:

1}  the language barrier.  not anyone's fault.  but hard still, right:?

2}  the policemen carry m16s.  'nuf said.

3}  naked women on the beach.  [i think this one's a little self-explanatory.]

4}  the cheese.  most of the food was great.  awesome, even.  but the cheese?  weird.  

that said, we love mexico.  {please read: meh-HEE-co, it makes it so much better.} mexico was an absolute dream.  the beach, the sun, the palm trees, the icy drinks, the wildlife....  yes, we dearly love mexico.  but now that we are back, {and by back i mean at my parent's house in salt lake, because they give us free food} i am able to more fully appreciate the life we live here. which brings me to....

coscto!  i love costco.  because let's face it, costco has everything.  especially the things i have been craving as of late.  like falafels and hummus and chicken pot pie and steak and pizza and lots of other super delicious pre-packaged things.  honestly, i want to buy half of the store.  and that doesn't fly on the newlywed budget.  so i bought bagels and cereal, only.  but, i dream of one day, being able to spend exorbitant amounts of money at costco.  

and then owning my own churro machine.

happy thursday!

i really like indian food, don't you?

my beautiful sister in law was in town a couple of weeks ago!

so the fam went to bombay house, naturally.

it was so fun to see erin, i haven't seen her since thanksgiving last year,

and let's face it,

that is just way too long!

we loved spending time with her,

{and mamma and ryan and janessa of course!}

we can't wait until july,

when we will no doubt get to see john's other siblings and our cute nieces and nephews!

love you all!

right about now, we are here.

not here....

{the rainy view on our back porch....}

but here....

we like the temple, and stuff.

do you think we go to weddings a lot?  cause we do.  we have been to a wedding every other week for what seems like forever.  we are at that age i suppose.... and we will still go to weddings consistently for the next few years!  it is good for us though, because it reminds us of the promises we made in the temple on our special day. every wedding is happy and we love supporting our friends.  but after today.... i think no more long days in heels for awhile.  yes!

another thing we really love is food.  weddings come with food, and it's a good thing too.  if they didn't, i would be very sad indeed.  is it just some unwritten law that you have to instantly become starving after you have attended one?  cause i sure do.  

on a completely random note:  i had my first nibble of nutella today.  delicious.  

last night, i had a scary dream.

after waking up from said dream, i threw off the covers that were sweltering me and thought, 'that was absolutely terrifying!'  in close succession to this thought was a second, 'that would make a really great horror movie'.  now, i don't pretend that i didn't have an impossible time falling asleep after that.  i started thinking about that zombie movie again that john made me watch with him last christmas day, in this post.  a flood of unpleasant and quite disturbing images filled my head.  {i mean, seriously.  i start imagining them under my bed....}  so, i went upstairs, grabbed my current summer read, and delved in for about an hour.  by the time i crawled back into bed next to my warm-body of a husband, it was getting light outside, and the nightmares were over.  

in the morning, however, i told john about my scary dream.  

he said:  'you should write a book'

she:  'i was thinking a movie'

he:  'seriously.  write the screenplay.  let's make some money out of this one"

well, at least my dream was good for something....