Just to let you know...

Brandon and I made a wedding blog called lindonswedding.blogspot.com.

It doesn't have much yet, but we will keep adding information as we get it like reception location, maps, registry, etc.

Don't get too excited.

Titles

After all these months of blogging, I finally figured out how to enable my post titles.

Thank you, I know, I'm awesome.

New favorite flower?

I was looking at bouquets on Saturday and fell in love with these peonies. I think it's the texture that makes me swoon.

I like this red variety. What does everyone think?

We have a date!

June 7th, everyone.

And I am way excited to be getting married on 06/07/08.

Disappointing

So, I didn't get into any of the fun classes I wanted. However, BYU made up for this by having me take a class called "Dinosaurs." What more could you ask for?

I'm engaged!

Here is the ring. Everyone look at how pretty it is.

I designed it. How cool am I? Way cool.

I liked the fancy wooden box, too.

Here we are, so happy.

I was looking on allrecipes.com (fabulous website, by the way) and I saw this picture with the caption: Halloween Cakes.
What popped into my head before I read the caption, however, was: Terrorist Cakes.

Am I a horrible person or what?

Mom makes me laugh

Yesterday I had to explain myself to mom after I told her that I went ring shopping with Brandon. She was having a fit because she thinks I haven't known him long enough. This is how part of our conversation went:

mom: You're crazy. You haven't known him long enough.
me: Mom, how long did you know dad before you two were engaged?
mom: I was 22.
me: I didn't ask you how old you were; I asked you how long you had known each other.
mom: I don't remember.
me: You don't remember, or you don't want to tell me? I think you just don't want to tell me, because I remember hearing that it was something like 2 weeks. At 4 months, we totally beat you.

Oh, mom. That made my day.

A few pictures from September

Above: not happy to be awake at 7:00
Below: Some geyser, I don't remember which. And little Brandon having a bad hair day, and one of his little brothers having a worse hair day.
Far below: Sapphire pool. Pretty.

Dear Bexar,

I post way more than you do.
So there!

Love,
Shady

Super-awesome classes that I plan on taking next semester:

Hispanic-American Literature
Hispanic Cinema
Ceramics
International Health
Astronomy (non-mathematical)

Conference weekend

Involved a girl party, going to my grandparents' and getting fed, taking care of a mono patient, and going to a park to look at the fall colors, only to leave 5 minutes later because we realized that it was 45 degrees.

Poor, poor little Brandon.

He has mono. Which means he has been sick for 2 weeks and will probably be sick for another 2. :-(

Happy Birthday, Fernash!

If I were there, I would make you whatever your heart desired. And I would let you be the little spoon. I miss you!

Happy Birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday little Brandon
happy birthday to you

For information on more recent adventures:

See Brandon's blog at sweetmrwilmington.blogspot.com

But please, don't look at the last picture.

Purchase of the month:
Pumas. $30. Because I was kicking a soccer ball barefoot and realized I need shoes.

Ashley, we are cool.

My life lately...

I don't post so often these days, mostly because there is really nothing new going on in my life. But for those who want an update (or at least a change in scenery on my blog)...

I dyed my hair brown. It's only temporary, and this picture makes it look darker than it is, but there it is.

I am still dating little Brandon. Here he is at the park with me; how cute.

I love chac mool statues. Here is one I saw at the National Museum of Anthropology in Mexico.

I also love Mexican popsicles. And isn't mom adorable?

Mom and dad were nice enough to take me to the zoo in Mexico.

And finally, I am thoroughly irritated that Utah thinks it has any right to be above 85 degrees in September. It is NOT cool for fall to arrive fashionably late.

A sad story with a happy ending

I took my beloved laptop to the computer doctor when I got back from Mexico. Sadly, I got a call a few days later with a diagnosis--it needed a new motherboard and would cost $750 to fix. My computer only cost $740 in the first place. Obviously, it was time to say goodbye. And after only three short months.

Here's the happy part. Little Brandon has a friend who offered to fix up a computer for me and sell it to me for only $35. This computer has more than my laptop did (which doesn't say much, since my laptop didn't even have Office.) I now have Photoshop, Office, and everything else I need. This is also thanks to little Brandon, who donated his 80-gig hard drive to the cause.

Moral of the story: Lindsey shouldn't make big purchases. Ever.

Goodbye, Mexico

Tomorrow I am leaving Mexico City, where I have been staying with my parents for the last month. It has been quite a fruitful experience-- I came to practice Spanish, and I sure did. Here is a list of things and experiences that I will so dearly miss when I am back in Provo.

Shopping with mom. Because when she sees me wearing something new she always says, "Ooh, maybe I should get that." And when I pick something up at the store she will sometimes say, "Are you serious?" But she still buys it for me. What a pro.

Getting calls from dad. He calls me from his office every day to tell me what time we will be seeing a house, tell me when he will be home, or ask if I need something printed out. And he always asks what time I woke up that morning, and he always laughs when I tell him. Hysterically. What is so funny about waking up at 1:30?

Hiding in my room when I wake up. Without fail, our maid or her husband is ALWAYS walking around the apartment when I wake up. So I have to wait in my room until she leaves before I can walk around in my underwear. Yes, I could put some clothes on, but having to do that in your own apartment is just ridiculous. But I guess so is hiding.

Pretty much anything that mom says or does. Asking our driver if he could "coger" us, saying "I'm glad I'm not sitting by you on the plane" after I ate some onions, or telling me to chase down a street vendor because a lady just walked by with lime sherbet, and she really wanted lime sherbet. I will have plenty of stories to tell thanks to her.

Fun-filled weekends. Mexico has so much to offer, and I have gone to Tequisquiapan, the zoo, and the National Museum of Anthropology all this month. In Tequis I befriended a delightfully bossy 10-year-old and sang and danced with Mexicans. At the zoo I got to listen to mom giggle because the sign on the exhibit said that the monkeys were classified by colored protrusions on their butts. At the museum today I felt smart because I was able to explain the characteristics of Mayan art. And dad didn't even get grumpy when we made him be fun.

Looking at houses with mom and dad. The houses aren't actually the fun part, it is listening to my parents and their stubborn ideas of what they want. And hearing my dad talk about fifteen different houses when we all know that my mom has already decided on one. Also, laughing with my mom about my dad's obsession with getting more square meters for the price. Because my parents obviously need a 5,500 square foot house.

Oh, Mexico. I will miss you.