No, Luke Bryan, shake it for me!

This past weekend in Utah County was fabulous. It was great seeing my parents, younger brothers, an old friend, and we were able to spend time with Trevor's step-cousin, Natalie. Natalie flew in from San Diego Thursday night and stayed with us for a couple of days. She too, scored tickets for the Luke Bryan concert, was meeting up with a cute guy for a date, and needed a place to stay. We really enjoyed the opportunity to get to know her better. She is my brother Trevor's age, and is a spunky California girl with a great sense of style and a fun personality. Natalie is the daughter of Jami, who is Danny's (my father in law, Trev's step-dad) sister, for those of you who are curious. 

Friday night fulfilled all of my dreams. The concert was fabulous; Luke Bryan is one sexy man. I came home with a Luke Bryan key chain, a Luke Bryan t-shirt, and a Luke Bryan cup. I know, I have a problem. Anyway, Florida Georgia Line was mehh - I wasn't really impressed with their performance, and besides their song "Crusie", I didn't like their music. Thompson Square was awesome. I saw them last February in Salt Lake City when they came with Lady Antebellum, and I'm impressed with how much their show has grown over the past 19 months. Their voices were just as strong as last time, but their set was more interactive and there were more songs. I may or may not have teared up when they sang "If I Didn't Have You"; c'mon, it was our wedding song for heavens sake! And finally, at 9 p.m., Luke Bryan in his sexy blue jeans, ball cap, and tight t-shirt took the stage. I told Trev to just let me have two hours to drool over Luke and enjoy the concert. After all, I did marry the better man here, but what's wrong with a little drooling? ;) Mr. Brian sang all of my favorite songs, thrusted his pelvis a lot, flashed his perfect smile, and shook his all too attractive ass for two whole hours. Even Trev was impressed with his performance. Coming from a country-hater, that means a lot! It was the best wedding present ever.

USANA Amphitheater with my love. 

Florida Georgia Line

Thompson Square

Thompson Square singing our song. *tears, weeping*

Luke Brian bitches!!

Singing "Country Girl (Shake It For Me)" thrusting his sexy hips.

Best shirt everrrr. (:

Saturday while my family went up to Idaho for a steer sale (oh, the things my parents and brothers do for a stupid cow) Trev, Natalie, and I slept in and then we took Natalie to her grandma's in American Fork for the rest of the weekend. Trevor and I made a stop at our favorite restaurant (Buffalo Wild Wings, duh!) where we encountered horrible service. We had our order taken at 3:05, and our stupid waiter didn't come and check on us or refill our bone dry drinks until 3:50. Did we have our food? No. Instead, we watched everyone else around us who were seated after us get their food. When our unobservant waiter finally took pity on us to stop at our table, he told us that "the kitchen had lost our order, that he would retake it, and he was so sorry." Well, at this point I was pissed off and told the waiter that I wanted a discount because of the shitty customer service we'd encountered and that the whole situation was freaking ridiculous. That poor guy couldn't look me in the eye the rest of the time. When our wings finally came, they were hot, and beautiful, and only cost us $16 thanks to a massive discount by the manager. We also received two coupons for free wings for our next visit. Score. Trev proceeded to tell me that obviously I need to speak up more often, instead of being worried about hurting the waiter's or waitress's feelings. When my family finally decided to come home, Trevor and I spent the rest of the evening playing board games with Tedo and listening to the BYU-Utah game on the radio.

Saturday night with my favorite boys.

Sunday came all too quickly, but was spent with family and friends. Sunday morning, Trevor and I went and visited one of my dear friends and old Young Women's leader who I hadn't seen in two years. This woman had such an impact on my life in my later teen years, and I absolutely love her to death. The visit was emotional, but fulfilling; I just love my Pam. (: Later, we as a family went to Cora's 3rd birthday party at Jump Around Utah, a large indoor bounce house. Cora was our flower girl for the wedding, and is the cutest damn thing ever. Her mom Trish and my mom became really good friends when they worked together, and I became friends with Trish when I worked with both of them for a month. My family isn't friends with very many people, so Trish, her husband Jackson, and Cora are special. Cora's the replacement grandchild to fill the hole in my parents' lives, because Trev and I are not having kids for five longggggg years. (Thank you, IUD.) 

Me and the birthday princess. (:

Trevie and the birthday princess. (:

We're going to be the fun parents, gosh damn it. 

Needless to say, coming home Sunday night and going to school Monday morning wasn't the funnest thing. I somehow developed a cold over the weekend so I'm miserably stuffed up and drippy. Sometimes I wish we lived closer to them; Trev and Tedo have so much fun together and I like Utah County (to a certain extent.) Can't wait to see them all in a couple of weeks for fall break.

Luke Bryan. Luke Bryan. Luke Bryan.

Best wedding present Trevor and I got (besides lots of money and gift cards!) was tickets from my two brothers to go and see Florida Georgia Line, Thompson Square, and LUKE BRYAN.

Even though Thompson Square's song "If I Didn't Have You" was our wedding song, and Florida Georgia Line's song "Cruise" was my anthem this summer, I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really excited to see Luke Bryan.

He's a country superstar hottie with a nice body and great songs. What more could a girl want for a wedding present?

... I mean, what more could a couple want for a wedding present? (Let's be honest, Trevor hates country music thanks to his childhood and merely tolerates his wife's obsession with LB.)

The concert is Friday night (tomorrow!!!) at USANA Amphitheater, and I'm freaking out.

So, to hold us all over till I can get back to my blog on Monday, here are some of my favorite songs from Mr. Luke Bryan.

And of course, here's a lovely collage of photos of him. . . *drooling*

Grateful for a husband who will come with me to see this guy. (: Don't worry babe, you'll always be the hottest one in my book.

P.S. I guess last night I kept Trev up with my sleep talking. I love the sleep talking stories people tell me, because what I remember is a great night's sleep. He claims I was talking really, really loud. I kept saying things like "We need to walk the dog!" and "Oh my gosh, that damn dog!" and "Trev! The dog!" and "I hate that stupid *expletive word* dog." Apparently, ladies and gentlemen, my subconscious wants a dog.

10 Things.

We've been married for 7 weeks now.

7 weeks. 46 days. I know, what a lame number.

But hey, Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries were only married for 72 days. And people think that was an accomplishment. 

Anyway, in the 46 days that we've been married, I've learned ten big things. I want to chronicle these ten things, so that when we have kids and they ask, "Mommy, what was it like when you were first married?" I can say...

1. I'd never realized what a milk drinker Trevor was until now. I mean, when we go grocery shopping the man buys three jugs of milk (two white, one chocolate) and can have them gone in a week. 3 gallons of milk = 384 ounces of milk. Good heavens.

2. When we get ready for bed and strip down into our skivvies, my clothes end up in the laundry basket. His clothes end up all over the room. By the end of the week, I'm wading through Trev's clothes. I thought girls were supposed to be the messy ones? ;)

3. When we first lay in bed, Trev always puts his arm up and I go into the nook of his armpit with my head on his chest. He in turn kisses my forehead and says, "There's my girl." Makes me melt every.single.time.

4. I have a passionate hate for doing the dishes. Even though we have a dishwasher. Seriously, I hate, hate, hate it. Trevor knows how much I hate it, so he'll rinse off the dishes, load them, turn the dish washer on, and then unload them when it's done. 

5. ^^^ Another housewife thing Trev does, like #4, is he separates his clothes into lights and darks. The man will not throw all of his clothes in together in a load. Me on the other hand could give a shit less and have learned that if you turn the washer on cold water, your clothes don't bleed. My mom would kill me if she knew that, but mom-in-law and Grandma Wade got the message across to Trevor that doing your laundry right will save a lot of heart ache and white shirts being ruined. (Ooops.)

6. My husband has the best hygiene ever. Sometimes on Saturdays, I like to lay around in my sweat pants, let the girls hang free under a baggy shirt, leave my hair a knotted mess, and have streaks of black makeup across my face. Trev will be lazy with me for a couple of hours, and then into the shower he goes. There's nothing better than the scent of Old Spice Fiji and cologne. His breath is always minty fresh and his hair is fluffy like a rabbit. (Coming from the girl who once dated a guy with awful hygiene, it's so wonderful!) He makes me want to get into the shower and get clean myself.

7. I've been begging Trevor for months to let me get an animal after we got married, even though our apartment has a strict "no animals" rule. All I wanted was a cat; a cat wouldn't be seen nor heard, could use a litter box, and would be a great companion. Well, Trev finally caved and after much searching, we got a kitten. We named her Luna and for the next week (yes... only a week) she was our baby. It was really heartwarming to watch Trevor with our little kitten; he was so sweet and loving, gentle and kind. Well, the landlords found out about Luna thanks to our lovely neighbors, and Trev volunteered to take her back to the lady we got her from because I was a mess. No animals for us, but it was an eye-opening experience to see Trev act the way he did with a tiny, helpless animal. Makes me wonder what kind of a dad he'll be.

8. The first week we were back from our honeymoon, the apartment was a disaster. We had basically moved all of our stuff in a couple of weeks before the wedding and left everything in boxes. Instead of being a douche like some men and laying around watching the wife decorate and unpack, my sweet husband got up and helped. The decorations wouldn't look so straight without his guidance, and I probably wouldn't have made my loofah wreath on the door without his push. He helped me make our little apartment a home.

9. Sometimes I get really bad anxiety. I worry, and I worry, and I worry some more, and then I ask the "what if's", and I worry again, and then I end up with a head that's spinning and a stomach-ache. Instead of getting frustrated and telling me what a crazy person I am, Trevor sits there and listens and gives me feedback. Together we make plans so that I don't have to worry. Worried about paying the bills? Trev has the answer. Worried about school? Trev calms me down. He's the best listener and advice giver, really.

(And finally, the last one.)

10. I've been told my whole life that in order to have a happy home and marriage, your husband "needs to hold the priesthood." Oh. He also "needs to be a returned missionary." Well, Trevor is not a Melchizedek priesthood holder, and he's definitely not a returned missionary. I'm also not active in the church right now. Maybe someday, but not right now. But let me tell you one thing: Trevor works his butt off to make our home a happy place. He makes sure that his wife is taken care of. If something is really bothering me, he says a prayer to calm me down. He never speaks ill of anyone, he is never grumpy, and he sincerely brings a positive light into our home. He's a Christlike example that others could look up to. He makes me feel like the most important thing in the world, and also the prettiest thing too. He makes me want to be a genuine, happy person, and the best wife possible. To me, that's more important than holding the priesthood or being a returned missionary. I'm learning something new from his overly-optimistic attitude each day. 

Even though it's been a short seven weeks of marriage, I can't wait to see what other 'things' I can add to my list about my husband over the many years.  Love you, T-Sean.

Being married means a new blog.

Hello everyone! And welcome to our married blog!

Like its cute design? Well, long story short, I wanted a cute “married person blog” and couldn’t stand any of the Blogger templates. So I Facebook’d one of my friends and asked her who made her cute blog. She steered me in the direction of Carmina (Simple Joy Design). She was able to take all of my request and create this cute thing. (:

Anyway: married life is great! And by great, I mean we’re poor so we spend our time watching How I Met Your Mother, go on date night once a week, and get to go to bed next to each other every single night. We live the American dream, guys. It’s a little weird to not be planning a wedding anymore. Instead of pinning like crazy to my wedding board on Pinterest, instead it’s all about food, holidays, babies and home décor. Yup – I’ve turned into one of those wives.

Trevor and I are both back in school, each working two jobs, and still seem to like each other. ;) Trev is so close to having his associate’s degree and is finishing up the entry level Elementary Education classes. We had to sign him up for two Comm. classes this semester to fill his schedule, but he seems to be enjoying them. Hopefully by this time next fall, he’ll be accepted into the Elementary Education program, whether it be here at SUU or somewhere else. He was able to score a job working in the T-Bird Grill on campus, besides working hours for the catering team. Same employer, two different positions. The best part about the T-Bird Grill is that it’s steady hours and he’s learned skills that could help him with other part time jobs, like how to work the cash register and such.

As for me, I’m still working in the copy center and upstairs for the administration in the library. I can’t believe I’ve been working in the library for two years next month; time flies when you’re having fun, right? My classes this semester are both good and bad. There’s finally light at the end of the tunnel for me since I’m a senior this year. I have no motivation to do any schooling, and I’m already counting down the days till graduation, but I’m not going to quit now. I have three communication classes left to take, and one bitch of a math class, and then I’m done. No more school for this girl. The thought of being done with school and having to find a "big girl job" is terrifying and exhilarating. The plan for right now is that if I'm able to score a job in Cedar City (hopefully on campus as an administrative secretary or something) then we'll stay here and Trevor will finish school. If I'm able to get a job outside of Cedar City, we'll go there. Depending on whether it's in-state or out-of-state will determine Trev and his schooling.

But as for now, here we are: married, happy, and in love. And I wouldn't change anything for the world. We are so blessed and grateful for the opportunities we have been given thus far, and can't wait to see what the future holds for us. Want to follow our journey? Put your email in the box over there <<<<.