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T is the new Billy

This is Jana and Billy.

They are T.J.’s and my idols.  We don’t actually know them, but we think they are the cutest and trendiest couple ever.

When we were engaged, we compared everything we did to them.  We even tried to reserve the art gallery they had their reception at, but unfortunately it closed down.  I wanted her dress, her shoes, her hair.  T.J. wanted his suit, his shoes, his sockless feet.  I know it is tacky to copy others, but if you’re gonna copy someone, it might as well be them.

We didn’t actually end up copying anything that they did, but we still say things like, “Oh that is so Jana.” We probably sound like stalkers, but I promise it’s nothing too weird, we just adore their style.

Anyway, when I met T.J. at his office today, he walked out with his pants rolled up. Seeing that it hadn’t flooded today, I had to ask him why the heck he did that.

“I’m Billy!”

Oh my gosh, T.J. is so precious. He was so excited to show me his fashion statement.  Now, I do not want to say anything negative about my husband. But I will just say, I may or may not have begged him to roll them back down before we went outside.

That is all.

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Summer Series Playlist

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Empire State of Mind Jay-Z (feat. Alicia Keys)

Love the Way You Lie Eminem (feat. Rihanna)

Alejandro Lady Gaga

If It’s Love Train

Telephone Lady Gaga

Ridin’ Solo Jason DeRulo

The Only Exception Paramore

Shark in the Water V.V. Brown

Something ‘Bout Love David Archuleta

Breakeven (Falling to Pieces) The Script

Love like Wo The Ready Set

Dream Priscilla Ahn

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Gotta beep out what I really wanna shout.

Here is a YouTube music video you MUST watch now.  The video didn’t have an “embed” feature, so here is the link instead.

Here are my thoughts about the video:

1. Did Natasha Bedingfield think this song was good? Or was it all a big joke?

2. Did she think the video was clever?  Or did she know it was creepy?

3. Why would you even write a song with these lyrics?

4. The more you watch it, the funnier it is.

5. The more you watch it, the more you hate Natasha Bedingfield.

6. This song will be in your head all day.

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Mix it up

I bought these mixing bowls with one of our gift cards this week.  How adorable are they? But sad story, I bought them on Monday and when I got home, the yellow one was shattered on the bottom so I was worried they wouldn’t let me exchange them.  But I gave it a shot, and luckily they gave me a brand new set (and packed them a lot better).

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Fashion Favs

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Silver Linings

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Homemade Enchiladas and Catch Phrase

When you aren’t dating, going to a new ward at church is great. I would try to meet people and get to know everyone’s names. I’d scope out the boys and try to get asked out on dates.

When you are dating/engaged, it’s a little less enthralling.  Last year I only got to know a few girls in my ward, and only knew the names of my home teachers.

When you’re a newlywed, going to a new ward is a new experience.  Suddenly, the social scene doesn’t play a big part anymore, because you have your best friend and husband right next to you.  Trying to get to know a whole ward seems tiring and useless… at first.

But I’m sick of not knowing anyone!  I hate not having people sit by in Relief Society.  I mean I introduce myself to people and everyone is friendly, but as soon as the meeting is over, we go our separate ways.

My favorite thing in college used to be going to a new ward and meeting everyone, attending activities, and having parties.  Why does all of that fun have to end when you get married??

Answer: It doesn’t have to and I won’t let it!

So last night, in effort to make new friends and have fun as a married couple, we invited a girl in our ward over.  My darling friend’s husband is away for a year in the National Guard.  We pretty much became instant friends through Facebook and blogging and I’ve been dying to hang out with her.  Then, I asked her to bring any couple she knew from the ward over as well, so we could get to know a few other people.

I made homemade enchiladas (thank you, Betty Crocker), spanish rice, and a fruit salad.  I was so excited to finally use our Fiesta yellow plates and fruit dishes.  I just love being the host and throwing a dinner party.  When you have people to cook for, it is so much more fun!  But sometimes when I am cooking for two, I don’t have too much motivation. Anyway, dinner was great and it was fun to get to know our new friends.  It was nice to talk to people that were in the same situations as us, and to hear their stories and relate to them.

T.J. and I decided we want to do this at least once a month, so we get to know more people in the ward (and so I have someone to sit by in RS).  So, let me know if you want to come over and we’ll get the party started!

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Opulence, I has it

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Great commercial.  Love the giraffe.

p.s. thanks Hannah for showing this to me!
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Golf Star

Since we are on the topic of past sports stories, I thought I would share a golf story with you now.

This is where we practiced and had our home matches. It was way to hilly too be a golf course.

I was on the golf team for a few years in high school.  I think it was just my Junior and Senior year.  Anyway, the last year I think my coach just felt bad for me so she put me on the “Varsity” team but I still played JV matches.

That means I would play middle schoolers including sixth graders, but sometimes Freshman or Sophomores if I was lucky.

Just like tennis, I wasn’t that good, although I actually enjoyed this sport.  I loved my team and enjoyed learning how to play golf for free. But it was always so flipping hot outside, I thought I was going to die.  We didn’t get to use golf carts, so we had to walk the course everyday with our heavy bags on our backs, sweating like crazy and getting awesome tan lines.  By the end of the season, I would have one white hand from wearing my glove, and white feet from wearing my shoes all season.  (Kelly was the pro on our team, and her tan lines were incredible… the whiter the feet, the better you were.)

I wish I could say that I was good at driving, or putting, but it really was just the luck of the draw.  Sometimes I would hit a really good drive and then it would take me about 8 or 9 more strokes to get it in.  Other times it would take me a few strokes (and penalty strokes) to actually hit the ball for the first time.  There was really no way of knowing what would happen.  But I will say that my par was doublepar.  I was content with doublepar, cause at least I didn’t have to quit that particular hole.

One particular time I had already hit my drive and I went to find my ball.  Kelly (the pro) was there, and we were looking together and thought we found it.  I then preceded to hit the best hit you have ever seen.  Well, the best hit you have ever seen done by me.  Kelly was amazed, she never knew I could swing like that.  It gracefully landed on the green, right next to the hole.

When I was preparing to putt the ball in, I saw that the initials on the golf ball did not exactly line up to my initials.  It wasn’t my ball.  I had hit the wrong one.  And unfortunately I’m honest (well not unfortunately, but you know what I mean…)

So, not only did I lose that wonderful stroke, I also got a penalty stroke.  And my actual hit was awful.

It could have been the best round of my life.  Instead, it was the worst.

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Tennis Star

When I was in 7th grade, I joined the JV Tennis team at school.  I don’t think I have to say it, because for those of you who know me well, you know I’m not very talented athletically.  But for those of you don’t know me too well, sports are not my specialty.  At all.

So the season went by, match after match, I never got to play.  I would do some scrimmages, but my coach wouldn’t ever let me play a real game.

Then the day came.  The two coaches coordinated and matched players up to people who were at about the same level.  My coach said he had someone in mind and that I was going to play a singles match.

Well,  I was stoked!  First match of the season, probably my last at the rate it was going, so I knew I had to make this one count.  Then my coach introduced me to my opponent. I’m not quite sure how to say this correctly, so I’m just going to spit it out.

She was mentally challenged.

My mom told me to let her win.

Here I am, the only game I get to play all season, and my mom wants me lose.  On purpose.

Judge me, hate me, call me prideful, call me rude.  But I couldn’t do it.  Probably should have.  But didn’t.

So that was my experience playing tennis.  I didn’t come back the next season.

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