So far, so good

The weather forecast for next Saturday is:

High: 82
Mostly sunny

Not impressed

When I first booked my reception place, I thought it was great that they referred me to a florist and baker so that I wouldn't have to find my own. I could just tell them what flowers and cake I wanted, and they would do it for me. Sounds convenient. However, I wasn't so impressed with either of them. I like to do my homework before I order something so that I know what I'm asking for. I apparently ended up knowing more than the people I worked with.

For example, my florist told me that it would be impossible to get peonies in June, because they would be "out of season." Any website on the internet will tell you that they peak in early June. Hmmm.

She also didn't know what a nerine was when I requested them for my bouquet. According to Brides magazine, they are a bouquet staple.

Then she told me that stock only came in pink and white. Even the BYU Floral Center sells it in purple, yellow, red, white, and pink. And those are natural colors, not dyed.

My cake was supposed to be included in the cost of my reception. First, the cake maker threw a fit about how hard the cake was going to be. (Cheesecake with a topping and a fondant around it doesn't sound that hard.)

Then she decided to charge a $100 fee for having fondant. Brandon and I made fondant last night; it's not that hard.

Then the cost added up to $500 ABOVE what the reception place covered. For three cheesecakes. So, what did I do? I fired her. And I am now making my own wedding cake, with the help of Brandon's sister (a cheesecake pro-- she makes some of the best cheesecakes I've ever had) and little Brandon himself. And I guarantee I will do it for less than $500.

A rude awakening

I used to be the queen of Chinese Checkers. That was until I met Brandon. I played him once and he said, "You'll probably beat me, because I haven't played in years." Well, I lost. And I have lost all of the times except for once since we started playing together. The score now is something like Brandon:11 Lindsey:1. I dethrone myself.

My fabulous birthday

My birthday was great. In the morning Brandon took me to the Provo Bakery and let me get anything I wanted for breakfast. Then he took me shopping at the mall and bought me some very cute shoes. After that, we went and got a marriage license (mom was happy that I did it on my birthday so that it wouldn't say I was 19). For dinner, we had Greek food and then angel food cake for dessert. I even got him to dance with me afterwards, which is a pretty difficult task.

One of my best birthday presents was finding out that my best friend Jennifer could come to my wedding! I will have a maid of honor after all.

One additional announcement:
Sorry mom, but we decided on el Pastorero for our after-temple lunch. We heard that the Trolley recently raised their prices a lot, and it's pretty far out of the way. But fear not; el Pastorero is very good. It's not overwhelmingly Mexican and doesn't make you feel like you just ate a pound of grease.

Attention family

After the temple on Friday the 6th, we are all going out to lunch with Brandon's parents. Here are a few ideas for places to go for lunch:

Mimi's
P.F. Chang's
Pastorero (has real tacos al pastor and good Mexican food, but Mom might be sick of Mexican food)
the Trolley

You can vote on one of these or suggest another place.

Why?

This is the time of year in Utah when babies start making their first appearances. Since I work at an ice cream/doughnut store (food of choice for new moms), I have seen lots of babies lately. They are adorable. Only one thing confuses me: why do babies have to wear such cheesy clothes? I saw one today that was wearing a shirt that said "Property of mom." Honestly, if I were a baby, I would refuse to wear that. I'd poop on it or do anything to prevent my mom from putting that on me. Let's face it, babies are just miniature adults. Why can't they wear miniature versions of what we wear? True, they can get away with wearing ridiculous amounts of pink, blue, and yellow. No other age group can pull off pastels so well. That's perfectly fine with me. But when I have babies, I am boycotting cheesy clothes. I will also get at least one black outfit for it, just to really throw people off.

Things I learned in Idaho

1. How to pick asparagus. Brandon's little brother showed me. Apparently they have wild asparagus growing by their house, so we had some for dinner.
2. Brandon was a very cute baby. So cute that I won't even be sad if all our kids look like him.
3. Little kids are ball hogs and cheaters. Playing a ball game with Brandon's little sister is kind of like watching her hit a ball to herself.
4. Brandon was a pretty talented little boy. He even said so himself in an essay he wrote when he was 8. "My name is Brandon. My hobbies are arts and crafts. I won third place in an art contest against the United States."
5. Size doesn't always matter in a fight. Brandon kicked his little brother's butt in a wrestling match. He is 5'10", his little brother is 6'2".

Thanks, Annie

I would like to formally thank my new neice Annie for postponing my wedding. I had planned on a May wedding, but when I found out she was coming, I pushed it back to June. That was the best thing I could have done. May 3 (the day originally planned) was cold and windy. Today it was in the 40s and it snowed in the mountains. Apparently we need another month before the weather gets nice. Let's hope June is warm!

cake update

I decided on a three-tiered cheesecake version of this cake. Of course, the design will be blue instead of green, but whatever. What do you think? We are also looking for requests for songs to play at our wedding, because we are almost out of ideas.

Fess up

I don't know how I do it. I lose things all the time. Brandon and I bought a shirt for his sister for the wedding, then we bought another one for her because Brandon wanted her to be in a different color than his other sister. We were going to take back the previous shirt, but we couldn't find it anywhere. Then we realized that the other shirt was missing, too. The interesting thing is that these purchases were made on different days at different stores. The other things we bought with the shirts are still in their bags, only the 2 shirts are missing. I find it really weird that we would lose those shirts but not the other shirts that we bought at the same time. The only thing they had in common was that they were size small. My theory is that there is some size small girl walking around Provo with two brand-new shirts. In that case, she owes me lots of money. Luckily, we found a third shirt for Brandon's sister.

New apartment

Today Brandon and I got the keys to our first apartment. It is HUGE! It's bigger than the entire apartment I share with 4 other girls right now. It has a great big living room, kitchen, and breakfast area, 2 big bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. And it's cheaper than a 1-bedroom apartment at Wymount. It will be hard to move out in the fall. Too bad it's only a spring and summer contract.

For now, Brandon gets to live there all by himself while I am still stuck in this dump. I can't wait to leave.