matty doesn't even like surfing...

icky icky icky

somehow a cockroach has found his way into our ceiling light and apparently it is too hot in there for his liking. he is trying to get away from the burning heat of the bulb by running in circles...it is not working. he is slowly burning to death. i hope he dies soon cuz i'm ready for bed and there's no way in the world i'm turning off the light until he's for sure dead. i hope it hurts. gross.

ps: this is not the first time we have found a massive cockroach in the light. weird. gotta love hawaii...

-L

to make me feel better

every day i go to school and feel like i'm getting stupider. to feel better, i like to spend time during class, finding images of people doing things that i would never be dumb enough to do or even think of doing. (click on them...they'll get bigger)

-M

Halloween

stuff we've learned from scary movies:

-turn on the lights.

-When you're home alone at night, don't go investigate strange sounds.
-if your car runs out of gas at night, do not go to the nearby deserted-looking house to call AAA.
-if you're running from a monster, expect to trip or fall down at least twice, maybe more if you're a girl
-If you're running away and the killer is

walking after you...He'll catch up.

-As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.

-When it appears that you have killed the bad-guy, NEVER check to see if he's really dead. He isn't.

-M

Tasteless...

Here you go Jimie...my hugely pregnant bikini bod in all its glory. It's just such a comfortable looking condition isn't it!
(sorry mom...I know you think it's "tasteless" when pregnant girls wear bikinis)

-L

The View

It's a beautiful view here at sunset beach, isn't it?! Can't really tell if i'm wearing swimsuit bottoms...(I am by the way). In case this photo inspires the question, yes its true...I haven't seen my crotch in a few months. (I think the guy in the background can sympathize with me...)

-L

our chat with john lock...

me and pike went for an early morning surf, and on the way home we stopped at ted's bakery. some bald guy bumped into me after i payed for my rootbeer and doughnuts. it was terry oquinn and it was weird. i didn't want to say anything. me and pike were sitting at teds all salty and sandy with no shirts on waiting for pike's breakfast sandwich to be made. coincidentally so was john locke. we were sitting waiting...and i said it.."hey..." it was really awkward. he didn't hear me, then realized someone was talking to him. we actually had a pretty regular and normal chat. the weirdest part was that his face is so familiar that it felt like talking to your grandpa or someone you just know really well. it went something like this:

pike: are you guys still filming season 5?

lock: yah, we're into season six, five is over and dusted.

me: don't you live up here somewhere?

lock: yah over in pupukea. i love it...if i could i'd live here forever.

pike: why don't you?

lock: its just too far out of the loop. for any casting call you get you gotta take a five hour flight just to LA. or longer to get to new york

me: are you the only one living up here?

lock: well...its split. about half the cast live in kailua and half live in hawaii kai/waikiki area. they like the glamour. i love it up here, except the other day the battery went out on my electric gate and i had to drive to town to get to the closest radio shack. 45 minutes each way just for a five dollar battery...the drive can be a bitch sometimes.

pike: yah or kaneohe just to go to the movies.

lock: what did you guys order?

pike: breakfast sandwiches at ted's are the best...

lock: you know what you gotta do is ask them to put potatoes in it, they got em' back there, you just gotta ask em', that's the key to a real breakfast sandwich.

(the ted's lady calls out pike's name...his sandwich is ready)

me: well...see you later lock

pike: see ya

lock: k guys have fun.

feel bad for us...

somebody recently told us that if we write a blog post about something we really want but can't afford because we're starving student's/newlyweds/new parent's/student's/newlywed's, that someone would feel bad, and we'd get those things for christmas this year. here are some of the bare essentials. stuff we really need but are too poor to get.

-40 inch plasma screen tv

-a car that will work better for a car seat (leather interior)

-a segway, so i can get to class without sweating

-a new camera and camcorder (top of the line please)

-some really nice leather furniture for our sub poverty level housing

-a baby grand piano (black of course)

-regal cinema's "red carpet" gift card (unlimited movies for a year)

-some new boards for matty

-laser hair removal

anyone who feels compelled to accommodate us with the stuff we want, comment in the space below and we'll send you our address.

-M

For Evan Fa...booger for life

Matty wishes he was a boogie boarder in the 80's...(who wouldn't after viewing this amazing and stylish music video?)

-L

the first time lindsay's water broke...

first of all, this is a long post- it takes longer to describe what happened because our camera broke so we can't just put up a photo or something. if you're not super interested, don't read it...its not as exciting as the title makes it seem. yesterday me and pike were surfing some really bad little waves at turtle bay. the waves at this place break along this lava rock point, with grass and a pool and a big hotel on it. really pretty, really nice. about an hour in...i notice they aren't sitting where they usually are. a few minutes later, my little sister runs out onto the point with a freaked out look on her face and waves for us to come in, while pointing at her stomach and smiling excessively. what was i supposed to think at that point? we paddled in as fast as we could as i got closer to shore, i could see lindsay leaning up against a palm tree, and her shorts were all wet like she peed her pants. seriously...what would anyone think? i was a little panicked, a little scared, but i was mostly excited and super relieved that my wife's water broke and her last 8 months of misery was coming to an end. so much went through my head as i skipped over razor sharp lava rock. when i got to the top, they all started laughing. her shorts were wet cause she was in the pool, they got kicked out for not being on the guest list. i guess rachel was just waving us in with a little extra excitement. so we still don't have a baby, lindsay's belly is still around, and i now have a sliced up heel from jumping from reef to lava rock. good joke guys.

-M

Jack The Ripper

babies love all the flashing lights and sounds from a laptop... you take your eyes off him for one second and he goes right for it. what kills me is the look of satisfaction on his face. he just looks so pleased with himself....

-M

overwhelmed...or just whelmed?

i had a nervous breakdown today... seriously. thanks to a two hour goat-island miracle session with pike, i am feeling much, much better. this picture is worth far more than the two hundred words it would take me to complain about how it feels to not understand compounding interest or annuities formulas, or to wonder yet again why i'm even in college and why we're paying them to punish me 5 days a week...

-M

open mouth - insert foot

Things not to say to a pregnant woman: (And any variations on these comments = not welcome)

• "Wow!" (or substitute any other sound you would use to show shock, awe, or morbid fascination) "...you're getting BIG!" (large, huge, etc. - all stupid adjectives to use in addressing a female... whether or not she actually is somewhat resembling said adjectives) -------- Thank you well wisher for informing me that i am indeed growing day by day...i thought everyone was just messing with my clothes. AND for helping me realize just why I haven't seen my feet in a few days. Maybe this new and insightful information on my size will answer the question plaguing me on why my nether regions have been missing from my line of sight for weeks - creating a horrifying process whereby said nether regions must be kept groomed by a blind crazy pregnant lady contorting herself into positions no 8 month pregnant woman should try - all the while hoping and praying that safety razors guards will protect against any permanent damage.
• "You look like you're gonna pop soon" -------- You may think that it is a humorous way to break the ice as you stare, or god forbid touch my belly, but i assure you that if you are a male who is not a very close friend - DON'T... Or I will be forced to find something uncomfortable/humiliating on your body to publicly comment on and blatantly fondle.
• "You sure you're not having twins?" -------- This one is just Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. If you've said this to anyone...I'm hoping the sensitivity portion of your brain just shorted out and you really aren't that insensitively STUPID. This comment is just another one the poor pregnant woman's gonna interpret as being told she resembles a tank.
• "You're body's gonna be all swollen and covered in stretch marks soon!" -------- Are you kidding me? EVERY Woman is holding on to desperate hope that this will not befall her in the last month or so. How about not adding to her already suffocating mound of discouragement she's struggling under
• "Enjoy it while you can...it will only get harder once she's here!" ------------ This one kills me every time. No matter how much we pregnant women bitch and moan about the sometimes seemingly unbearable stage of our lives right now, we have not been deluded into thinking how much our lives will be easier when these little ones finally make their appearance, and that our difficulties will just melt away. On the contrary, most of us are scared to death to face that next step of parenting! It's just that we're so freaking sick of this awkward, uncomfortable, painful, embarrassing stage that we must BELIEVE that it will be better to take care of our sweet loving infant than live with a huge uncomfortable parasite inside!
• "You're lack of sleep now will be nothing compared to having an infant! Just think of all the training you're getting!" --------------Ha. Ha. Ha. it's a divine joke...it really is. "I know! lets give a group of dangerously sleep-deprived women some squalling needy infants to care for night and day, and maybe throw in a mix of highly volatile post pregnancy hormones and see how motherly and prepared they feel! it's a good thing they got that 'training' for not sleeping!" - (this bit of "divine organization" i fear will never make any sense to me...)

"No duh" comments: (these 'no duh' comments i get mostly from high schoolers and those grown ups i meet that posses the emotional intelligence of a teenager.)

• "Are you totally scared? I'd be freaked out man..."
• "It's gonna hurt bad huh..."
• "Dude...being pregnant just looks totally miserable and uncomfortable." -----um...thanks "dude" i am now fully aware that i look totally miserable and uncomfortable...and here i thought i was disguising it so well!

Welcomed comments:

• "Wow. You look great!" --- so blessedly simple.
• "Just your belly has grown...you don't even look pregnant from the back!" ----- Even if it's a blatant lie, our self image needs some serious help!
• "How far along are you? Wow. You don't look it at all! Still so tiny!" ------- More of the same - It's not the absolute truth behind the complement that matters, it's the sincerety you can see behind someone's eyes that they really think you look great!

-L

prior planning prevents piss-poor performance

How we neglected to plan our wedding:

Bride

-don't worry about finding a dress...borrow one a few days before you're wedding and try to pin it so it fits

-forget about a bouquet, stop at walgreens on your way to the ceremony and buy some uncut daffodils

-have someone tie a ribbon around the flowers while you're doing you're hair in temple bathroom

-forget to fly natalie norton out to take your photos...

-instead, let everyone take photos, that way you can have twelve different camera's, and not a single photo with everyone looking at the same camera, or a single photo with every single person in it

Groom

-try not wearing a suit to your wedding, then crack under the pressure of your mother-in-law the day before

-borrow your wife's little brother's suit (emphasis on little), and don't

button it, or the pants cause they will rip if you bend over

-forget that you need shoes to go with your suit (and socks for that matter,) look like an idiot...an idiot thats now married! ha!

-M

baby update

she's basically being a little butthole again... the first few months she made lindsay sick all the time, then she was really good for a few months. now she's back to no good, bouncing off lindsay's bladder and beating her insides...last night we actually googled "can babies break ribs?"  the verdict- everyone wrote that they "had a friend" or "knew someone" who had their ribs broken, but no one actually said it happened to them.  doctors say extremely rare, mothers say it happens all the time... yah there's a discrepancy but whose gonna argue with a pregnant mom to be?  not me...i'm a believer.  lately our little girl has been making war with her parents. she makes lindsay get up to pee at least four times a night and she's always doing those gymnastics end poses (the ones where lindsay's stomach goes from a basketball to a football...)  every time this happens lindsay makes the face you make when you're making the drop on a roller coaster (for the visual, click here).  also, the baby takes up all the room in our bed, and eats all our food.  we're moving right along though..."how to induce labor" has been thoroughly researched... 

attention to detail...

i wish there was a spell checker for life. i just spent a week in a boring microeconomics class.  i've been doing the readings, i've gone to the group study sessions and everything.  today i showed up to take our first test and learned from the teacher that i'm not on her class list.  i'm actually enrolled in the macroeconomics class next door.  just saying that there's alot of minor things that if overlooked, can majorly make your day suck.  take this lovely family photo... sometimes details make all the difference.  

-M

you know you're cool when...

today was the first day of school.  well not the first day for me (i've been at school most the summer,) but the first day for most kids out here.  i've noticed a trend thats gaining momentum.  in college, if you wanna be cool, you have to wear 1980's replica ray-bans.  if you wanna be really cool, you wear the 1980's replica ray-ban's that are some wild florescent color.  if you wanna be the coolest you wear the hot pink or neon green 1980's replica ray-bans, and then a swooping v-neck shirt with a picture of someone wearing hot pink or neon green 1980's replica ray-bans printed on it.  i'm not exaggerating.  unless you're ray charles or my dad, ray-ban's WILL NOT make you cooler than you already are.  

-M

ps...the hawkley's are excluded...they pull it off

emptiness/empti-nest

we're overwhelmed by emptiness.  first we lost our roommate john- empty bed, empty room, (apparently there aren't enough single ladies here at TVA.)  we lost our extra car- empty parking spot (it was a loaner for the summer...i guess the summer ended today.) we also lost every rideable board i had...  

-M

adventures with john...

friday was hot.  not high temperature hot, more like sharing a sleeping bag with a sumo wrestler hot.  no matter what you do you can't avoid sweating.  someone had a brilliant idea this day- maybe it was john.  we googled and mapped out every art gallery from here to kaneohe, got in the car and blasted the AC.  these galleries are RAD (and air conditioned.)  especially lance fairly's gallery in hauula.  he was actually there and we got to walk around and ask him questions about his paintings.  he's cooler than bob ross.  we went from gallery to gallery, visited the macadamia farm, and ended up at our beloved and frigidly air conditioned Borders at the windward mall in kaneohe.  it was nice.  we stayed cool and the whole day was free.  john was looking so cultured this day... we got the mug shot to prove it. 

-M

I love this girl!

Oh my sweet, charming, lovable friend... 

I miss you.

-L

living off the land...

We decided to explore the great outdoors yesterday.  We lucky married people at BYUH have ward "farms" located behind TVA.  Matty and I had never really participated in our ward farm, nor had any idea where it was or what treasures it contained...SO: exploration time.  We wandered around and found our ward plot - it was mostly just mounds of dirt (I think we missed any harvesting to be had) - but we did find some forgotten carrots overgrown with weeds and some delicious corn that had been left behind after harvesting.  We were pretty thrilled... (give us a break, our lives our kinda dull.)

After exploring the farm, we found a few random trails into the jungle and decided to search for fruit.  We soon realized we had no idea what to look for... but we did find coconuts!  John bravely scaled the very tall coconut tree as Matty and I watched laughing from below.  There is just something so incredibly funny about a pale redheaded kid holding on for dear life to the trunk of a tree... I wish we had brought a camera.

-L

tact...

there's something to be said about anyone who can take a really awkward situation and flip it into something just delightful-  for that i would happily help pay for your karate lessons.  

-M

just sweet... (revisited)

lindsay already posted the baby foot photo to the left, but every time i see it i'm reminded of two things:

1.  the scene from the movie Alien II when miss weaver births an alien.  

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2.  9th grade PE with mrs. pedretti, our 6'2" pregnant with twins yoga teacher who wore spandex leotards, and could still pull her legs up over her head...which was equally as unpleasant to look at as thesephotos

-M

reasons my mom is cooler than yours...

-better at hacky sack than your mom

-been to more rock shows than your mom

-listens to cooler music than your mom

-has more guitars than your mom

-shreds her guitars harder than your mom

-finds more "thats what she said" 

  opportunities than your mom

-curfew? what's that?

-writes you sick notes so you can miss 

  school to surf

-accidentally got high at a ben harper/jack 

  johnson concert...wanted to stop at every 

   arby's on the drive home

-loves lindsay more than rachel (ha rachel!)

Happy  Birthday Momma.  

we love you.

-Matty and Lindsay

from the archives...

lindsay is the little hoodlum baby with the bandana and the soggy diaper butt...so cute though.  i was looking for a more recent beach photo to show how brown her baby bump is, and realized we don't really have any... more to follow.

-M

bad eyes not bad vibes

matty has bad eyesight.   

not as bad as lindsay or a lot of other people, but bad enough that if he doesn't have glasses on he can't see.  

matty NEVER wears his glasses. 

ten feet or less- this is about how far you need to be for him to recognize you.  i'm just saying this cause i know people sometimes mistake his confused looks  for rude stares, he's not trying to vibe anyone in the library or in the line at foodland.

until you enter his visual bubble, he's gonna just squint and glare until he figures out what or who he's looking at.  be patient.  

-posted anonymously by a third party.

Just sweet...

This is probably not even real but it made me smile...

-L

The price of manual labor...

My husband is living proof that it is possible to fall asleep while walking... and no, he is not narcoleptic. His days have been spent working from 4 o'clock in the morning until 8 cleaning the floors in Foodland, then on to school, and carpet cleaning for ChemDry in the afternoons.  Apparently he made the mistake of listening to Iron and Wine on his ipod as he was pushing the big cleaning machine up and down the aisles.  It all proved to be too much for his poor sleep-deprived body.  The impact of his face hitting the handle of the machine woke him up... (Sad I know, but I giggled pretty hard when he told me.)

-L

Banksy

another really good UK artist.  i put a few of my favorites together here.  NOBODY knows who this guy really is, but he goes by the name Banksy.  i read that he's wanted by the prince of saudi arabia for putting a mural on the twenty foot fence around his palace.  he finds little things on walls, and paints a picture around them- tons of satire about politics and ethics.  he must plan these things out for weeks cause they're all really intricate stencils.  any one whose made stencils knows how long and delicate the process is.  he must find a spot, then spend hours, maybe even days with some of them, making  multiple layered stencils at home or wherever and then somehow lay it on a wall in a few minutes to avoid being caught.  every few months, a new one will appear somewhere in the world.  though he's totally anonymous he does have a website  www.banksy.co.uk  

-M

nothing to read here...

i hate those big awkward "why i love my spouse" things that people like to do during their talks in church, or on their blogs or wherever.  they always make me really uncomfortable.  in fact, i hate them so much that any time someone declares their "undying love" in any public forum, i get sweaty arm pits.  you just really must understand how much i think those displays are weird and tacky.  

that said, i really love my wife.  she's sitting across the room, and we're watching some african acrobats on america's got talent.  nothing unusual happened today, no big thing she did, or i did.  no near-death experiences... i just really like her.  i like her all the time.  she just doesn't ever bug me.  she loves the things i love, and if she doesn't, she loves that i love them.  she doesn't get upset over dumb things, she doesn't want dumb things...she's just really perfect.  there's more, but its making me uncomfortable knowing  that i am willingly posting this for anyone in web world to see...  

don't be worried, this is as gushy as we will ever allow this blog to get.  you can read our next post without any anxiety.  

-M

stretchy pants

what does MC Hammer, Nacho Libre, most WWF wrestlers and every yard duty you ever had, have in common with my wife?  stretchy pants.  when lindsay first brought her new "pregnancy" friendly jeans home...we giggled a little.  they used to be funny, but not anymore. she's wears them all the time now.  lindsay has single-handedly freed the elastic waistband from the bondage of fashion. 

stretchy pants- welcome to cool.

-M

hallucinations

lately my sleep pattern is really messed up.  i have a weird work schedule.  i get home at 8 am and spend the rest of the day awake, lucidly dreaming and hallucinating... sometimes its just madness, sometimes i notice stuff while blankly staring at some non-moving object that no one should ever notice.  a few days ago, after work,  i was in the bathroom  and i noticed this person in the rug staring at me ... i think its princess dianna...or someone from the general relief society presidency.  i had to mark the spot with a q-tip to go and get the camera... i'm not crazy...

-M

Damn baby...

So I was looking through some old pictures of mine today...(bad idea when pregnant and feeling quite chubby...i don't recommend it)...and I was reminded of a time when I didn't have to wear stretchy skirts cuz my pants still fit, and I didn't scare children on the beach in my bikini.  Sad.  I know I should be rejoicing in the miracle that I am creating - the little girl inside me that Matty says eats all our food.  I should walk around proudly with my shoulders back and head held high basking in the glow that is obviously radiating from my now "healthy" figure (the glow is a bunch of crap...it's just greasy skin and a constant overheating from the extra effort it takes just to breathe).  I guess I'm supposed to relish the feeling of this little one kicking the daylights out of my constantly full bladder, the raging heartburn in my chest, my ribs being bent out the wrong way, and my need to eat a full meal every hour and a half.  It just kinda sucks! Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely dying to meet this little girl and I love her so much already...it's just a bit painful to have your vanity slowly stripped away and to realize that the body that you took for granted is forever a thing of the past.  I'm sure most people who read this will want to slap me and tell me to stop whining, but for this moment I am reserving the right to be a bit bitter.  After all...I'm pregnant - being emotional and melodramatic is all part of this blessed stage.

-L

Hurricane Felicia...the little storm that couldn't.

the last couple of days we got some weather, nothing too crazy but last night i was up until 3am watching the water rise over the walkway in front of our apartment.  the rain stopped, no disaster.  felicia definitely provided some swell though.  the east side had all of its fickle little nooks and crannies lighting up...  it was a fun week. Goats was the heaviest i've ever seen it.  i broke my leash out there the other day, lost my board and couldn't find where the current pulled it.  luckily some nice brazilian guy caught one in and got it for me.  even kelly slater was spotted at goats this week, he also shot a 72 on the palmer course at turtle bay yesterday (aaron cleaned his cart and kept the score card...) 

-M

Jon Burgerman

this guy is from the UK... really good.

-M

The finer things in life...

most people's inner notions of luxury are made up of private jets, stocked with white tiger skin covered seats.  or they see huge flat screen tv's and oceanfront condo's.  we have dreams of luxury also.  life is short.  thus said, we finally indulged in something we've always wanted but never thought we could afford.  last week lindsay came home with one of my life long wants- Charmin Ultrasoft.  the commercials do no justice.  i just wanna unravel a whole roll and stuff it in my pillow case... think suede leather mixed with bubble wrap covered in baby powder. its fluffy heaven.  this is what luxury feels like, and its delightful.

-M

Maui

i don't wanna spend a lot of time writing about this trip.  BEST TRIP EVER.  we took this trip back in april.  my little sister rachel came, we met up with cory who drove us all over his island.  went banana hunting in the banana mobile, cliff jumping... NBA playoffs, great eats, road to hana (rachel threw up) with the grandparents. chased goats up the mountain side behind their house.  

cory would stop at random places on the side of the road and walk us out into the middle of nowhere until we'd hit some beautiful fresh water cove or cliff to jump off of.  local knowledge payed off.  cory made this trip. 

mom raynor paid for this trip (happy anniversary to us...) thanks

-M

"Film Is Not Dead"

These are a few pics from the workshop "Film Is Not Dead" that photographer Jonathan Canlas took with a film camera... They're about nine months old (notice no baby bump)...

a few more...

We weren't looking our best...kinda pale and sickly for Hawaii...but it's always fun to have a professional photographer take your pic!  I like this last one just for the tree... We've been having a Lord of The Rings marathon and it reminds me of Rivendell.  Yes, I am geeky enough that I would draw comparisons to a fantasy world...

-L

Ha

Matty said I should write a blog post about how he is a better and more dedicated blogger than i am...so here it goes:  Matty is a better and more dedicated blogger than i am...and better at most things that require physical coordination...and creativity...and computers... Hmm...seems I won the husband jackpot.  All other wives please feel free to envy me.

-L

Our child will be a cross between these two...

trip teaser

Sitting in another airport waiting to get on our flight home... this one has free wi-fi, making this wait waaay better.  Here's a few samples  from our mainland trip...

you know you have a soul if you can appreciate the photo below...

    which of these people is really pregnant...

jimie- 8 months  Lindsay- almost 6

-M

those 45 minute drives that feel like two and half hours...

almost every time i leave this island, its a mistake.  this example is about two years old.  i was staying with pehrson and john h. and chris whittaker in  provo for a few weeks.  one morning we went up to park city for an early morning skate trip.  its one of those 45 minute drives that ends up feeling like two and a half hours.

five minutes after we got there i was on my back, throwing up and dizzy, thinking maybe i broke my tail bone or something.  ten minutes later we were at an urgent care, they weren't too helpful and sent us to university of utah hospital in salt lake, another one of those 45 minute drives that feel like two and half hours...

i was sprawled all over the back seat, pehrson and john up front laughing and giggling and listening to something on the radio really loud,  thats when i first noticed my left leg was falling asleep.  then my left arm, then my face was tingling all over.  i didn't even notice that my face was numb until i woke up from a little nap in that back seat covered in my own drool.

we got to the hospital, at one point i lost feeling all over.   did some x-rays, "everything is fine, maybe some muscle damage or something,"  john and pehrson had fun ripping the little electrodes out of my chest hair and we were driving back to provo, me, in a little brace thing around my neck. 

the next morning around seven or eight i get a phone call (which i remember barely being able to pick up.) 

"we seemed to have missed something on your CT scan ."  20 minutes later i was in the back of an ambulance, and again i was on one of those 45 minute drives that feel like two and half hours...

turns out it was muscle damage...plus two fractures in my C4 and C5 vertebrae.   a couple of weeks on the mainland turned into two months.  plus, a few months in an immobilizer,  a dozen spinal taps, about 320mg of oxycodone a day, and 7 months of physical therapy.  almost every time i  leave this island its a mistake...

this smile is artificially induced------------------>

-M

dating...

What we have here is our first ever photo together, in the back of the van with the grom on thanksgiving day 2007.  We had been dating for about a week.  Actually, when we started dating is kind of disputable...lindsay claims this photo was taken about the time she was thinking about if she actually wanted to date me, but i recall that this was the day that sealed the deal...

 

...And this is technically the last day that we were just dating.  obviously we were more than "just friends" at this point....  i was pacing around the room trying to build up the courage to call lindsay's dad.  this routine started with me going over to lindsay's house, claiming i was gonna call that night, then wussing out.  eventually lindsay just settled with sending this photo via text message to Mike with the caption, "can i ?".  what they sent back were five photos of them contemplating their decision.  they would send a photo without an answer, then twenty minutes later send another one without an answer... so what would've cost me 5 minutes of anxiety on the phone with papa shannon, turned into about an hour and a half of waiting for text messages...and then i ended up having to make that phone call anyway...  

-M

now we're bloggers

Historically, we’ve sucked at blogging.  Actually since we got married we suck at taking pictures too. We haven’t kept any kind of journal and due to my small capacity of cranial storage, a lot of cool stuff I wanted to remember about the past year and half has been replaced by my dire efforts to remember stuff like how to multiply fractions (not even joking) or what combination opens our mail box.  A few weeks ago Lindsay updated our blog for the first time- we ARE alive. We’re also having a baby in November and maybe someday she’s gonna want to know what her mommy and daddy did for fun.  So the question quickly became: Blog or scrapbook?  Next to sand and traffic, I hate glitter more than anything on this earth.  Construction paper, glue and cute little cutouts of ferries and hearts aren’t really our thing either.  Thanks to some help from google images, some decisions are way easy.

So here's the plan-  0ver the next few weeks we have on the mainland, we're gonna start from the beginning, blogging our way from when we met until now.  Once we catch up....we'll see.  

-M

oh alright...

I feel strangely guilty for neglecting this blog... apparently, if you don't share your thoughts, experiences, and photos with the world, or try to document your life in some way, there is no proof that you're actually alive. This is problematic for us - as we're unable to produce any interesting photos/videos of the last year and a half. However, we are alive...and i have this semi-recent photo to prove it:

-L

directions

Engagement Photos

Engagement Photos

Engagement Photos

Engagement Photos

Engagement Photos

here they are...