tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69509461742379653352024-03-13T12:30:22.723-06:00Baking NeedsLanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.comBlogger265125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-3661856043041295742011-01-31T13:16:00.000-07:002011-01-31T13:16:55.158-07:00NEW BLOG!Hey guys... Follow my NEW BLOG! My married blog! Follow it! Follow it!<br />
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Come follow me, Mrs. Cole said, and let us in their footsteps tread. Too much? Sacrilegious? Maybe. Sorry.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-82578546844796949222011-01-18T12:18:00.000-07:002011-01-18T12:18:52.804-07:00I'm shaking this offI've lost all desire to blog on this URL. I don't want to do it anymore. It feels heavy and dusty and it needs a new start. If you would still like to hear about my silly little life, follow me and Husband at our new blog (I say "our" loosely. He'll never blog. ever.) <br />
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(and yes, I know I forgot the second "i" in "inside", I'm working to change that as soon as I can.)Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-30460627921153017732011-01-11T16:56:00.000-07:002011-01-11T16:56:18.167-07:00Hair CutI cut my hair short again. Husband loves it. Unfortunately I rarely have internet at my house so no photo for now as I'm on campus. I'll give you an inspiration photo. It looks like this but with longer bangs and a bit longer on the sides.<br />
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I would like to stress how much Husband LOVES it. My mom hates it when I cut my hair, but Husband's opinion is much more important to me.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-4370053661444591942011-01-10T09:53:00.000-07:002011-01-10T09:53:22.221-07:00The snow blowing outside my window looks like glitterThough my house isn't very warm in temperature, and husband keeps trying to turn up the heat even though half of it floats up and away out of our house, its very wonderful to snuggle in bed with husband. I love waking up before 5am and snuggling until the alarm goes off 5 times and he finally gets up and goes to work. I feel bad that he has to get up so early and has to work so hard when I'm hardly working at all right now. So today instead of waiting for him to come home and make his own cold pb&j for lunch, I cleaned the house and made him some warm bean burritos. I love you, husband.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-1032109073870161102011-01-07T08:00:00.000-07:002011-01-07T08:00:28.402-07:00Marriage, Rome, Barcelona and other updatesI'm sitting in my cold little house in bed stealing internet from a neighbor. I don't know how long I'll have so I'll try to post as much as possible.<br />
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I'm married. The wedding was perfect and I love being married to Matthew. It's amazing how you can be so scared of something that is so blissfully wonderful. Matthew is a perfect husband, which makes it easy. After only 2.5 weeks, it's incredible how much more I love him than I did the day we got married. Here are some wedding photos:<br />
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We were lucky enough to be able to go to Barcelona and Rome for our honeymoon. And we were especially lucky because we didn't get stuck in Heathrow like 10,000 other people did during that week.<br />
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Barcelona was beautiful. The whole city was a distinct mix of varied architectural styles and it was all very art-centered. We ate some amazing food there and bought almost 2 kilos of candy (all of which is gone already). We spent Christmas Eve at Midnight Mass. The people there were unbelievably kind and friendly and welcoming. They were beside themselves with excitement that we were there. The Priest himself came to us and said (more or less since neither of us speak Catalan) "It makes me so happy to see such young people attending church." I almost cried I was so touched. It was wonderful to feel the love of Christ and charity from these people, especially on Christmas.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delicious paella. It was so good going down -much worse coming back up several hours later. Matthew was a good husband and stayed up with me until I could fall asleep again. We watched Catalan dubbed "Saddle Club".<br />
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</tbody></table>Our next stop was Rome. We actually spent a disgusting amount of time in airports this trip. In SFO we sat in the airport for 4 hours. In Heathrow, 9 hours. In Barcelona, 5 hours. In Rome, 8 hours. Then in Heathrow again but we had to sprint across the entire airport. I thought I was going to pass out. I love traveling, but it is really comforting to know that I don't have to fly anywhere any time soon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite thing was pointing our Papal Keys all over the city. There were EVERYWHERE. I loved it because of the clearly defined importance the Roman Catholic Church placed on keys of the kingdom while we have a very strong emphasis on keys in our religion. Little things like this remind me that the Gospel is true. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the massive ruins of the ancient city Palantine we found an orange orchard. The oranges were so golden and beautiful and plump. They were, however, really gross.<br />
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</tbody></table>We had an incredible trip to Europe. We're so blessed that we were able to go. I could really go for some pizza right now. We did throw coins into the Trevi Fountain (which means you're supposed to return to Rome in your lifetime) so hopefully we'll go back someday.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-4978333387160708772011-01-01T07:42:00.000-07:002011-01-01T07:42:55.609-07:00Married New YearI am married now. It really doesn't feel any different from before except that I get to stay with Matt continuously. I love it. I'm at my in-laws house in Texas and today is our second reception.<br />
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When I am home in Provo with my camera and everyone's wedding photos then I'll post about my wedding, my honeymoon and the second reception.<br />
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Honeymooning in Rome and Barcelona was absolute perfection. I love Europe!Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-15454594388997490082010-12-21T07:40:00.002-07:002010-12-21T07:40:48.576-07:00I get married in 3 hours.There's not much more to say than that. Married. Me. Three Hours. To Matt. AH!Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-70793569933027178132010-12-18T21:58:00.000-07:002010-12-18T21:58:09.721-07:00Through Hell and Back Again, A Roadtrip tale by Lana PewittWe are home in Redding. I don't know how we made it here alive -really.<br />
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We left Friday morning at 330 am. When we got into Nevada we hit fog -really bad fog. Nothing went wrong for a few hundred miles. We hit snow. We were stuck in a line of traffic in snow 15 miles out of Reno. We were stuck there for almost 2 hours. When we finally started moving we counted 8 crashes, half of which were flipped and crushed. Leaving Reno was a disaster and we were starving and we were battling snow in a city we didn't know and tensions were getting high. We ate at the Waldorf Saloon and then we left. We had to exit the freeway and turn around to buy chains, the pass we wanted to take was closed for snow. Also, did I mention that our windsheild wipers weren't working? We didn't put the chains on right away and I was driving so slowly. Everyone was falling asleep but I kept on in the tracks of the truck in front of us. Suddenly everyone was stopping, my car wasn't however. I veered off to the right and then I kept going and was slowly turning around and going backward...down an embankment. We barely missed a metal pole and a telephone pole. I started sobbing. I could have killed everyone. Not even a minute later a man pulled up in a truck with a chain and pulled us out. We put on the chains and Matt drove for a long time. We were driving through snow from before Reno until Shingletown. (170 miles) The chains started to break and were whipping the car with each rotation of the tires. Eventually we just had to take the chains off. One was frozen and wrapped around the inside of the tire. Seth was up to his elbow trying to pry it off. I drove the rest of the way home. As soon as we were out of the snow we hit fog -again. Then we hit really hard rain (remember the wipers weren't working). We did eventually make it into Redding after the 11 hour drive had been extended to nearly 17 hours. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. I was worried the entire time we were driving and I was incredibly stressed.<br />
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We're here. We're getting married in 3 days. We're safe. We made it alive. I can hardly believe it.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-80526651884383891062010-12-15T07:15:00.000-07:002010-12-15T07:15:47.369-07:00Last DaysToday is my last day to get everything done before I leave Provo. I will be here tomorrow, but I'll be working all day so it doesn't really count. Today I need to:<br />
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Finish my Utah History final<br />
Order my wedding flowers<br />
Get an oil change<br />
Fill my tires with air<br />
Get my legs waxed<br />
Get a pedicure with my dear friend Nicole<br />
Grab the camera from Becky<br />
Buy a photo album and print some of our engagement photos<br />
Make special popcorn (a LOT of it) for the reception<br />
Buy plates, forks, cups and spoons from Sams Club<br />
Do laundry<br />
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I think that's it. Thats a long list... Good day. I'll be married in less than 6 days! Huzzah!Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-84230019630762505662010-12-09T16:53:00.000-07:002010-12-09T16:53:15.782-07:00I want to eat at Wonderful restaurants, and listen to Wonderful musicLast night after my wonderfully inspiring dentists appointment (my teeth were the recipients of high praise. The DDS said he wished his teeth looked like mine *ding*) Matt and I had a little date night. We had a buy one get one coupon for Malawi's Pizza. Yes, Malawi, like the country in Africa. Their deal is that with each meal purchased, they donate a meal to orphans in Malawi. This sort of commercial endeavor is very hip right now. Matt adds, "Toms, Eat your heart out." The pizza was super delicious but WAY overpriced. We prefer Nicoitalia Pizzeria.<br />
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We spent an hour or so walking around the Riverwoods. It's all decorated with Christmas lights and scattered bonfires and a brass band dressed in Victorian gay apparel (like from the song. I'm not jabbing anyone...). We spent 45 minutes in a toy store reminiscing on our childhoods and fantasizing on the childhoods of our children. We want Matt's dad to make us a Rocking Horse (maybe a hint?).<br />
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We ended the evening watching An Education. It was better the second time (and it was pretty good the first time) and surprisingly (to me) Matt liked it. We both agree that the man in the film is indescribably creepy.<br />
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It was a lovely date night. I really cannot wait to marry Matt.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-43809575088849805122010-12-04T13:53:00.000-07:002010-12-04T13:53:14.935-07:00I've stopped looking at the countdown.Is that odd? I've got too much to do. I'm really just one half-arsed whim away from saying "To Hell!" with my Family History project and taking a C in the class. I'm almost there.<br />
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Also, it may be because things are actually happening now. I'm going through the temple on Tuesday. I've got my flowers figured out and almost ordered, I'm almost done with school, I'm making money, etc. Things are happening so the countdown is irrelevant? I don't know. But 16 days isn't very far away.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-8114712026436653842010-11-28T16:32:00.000-07:002010-11-28T16:32:45.851-07:00This Semester will NEVER end I had such a lovely Thanksgiving with my dear Rudy and her family. After dinner and naps, Matt and I rallied everyone around the TV and we finished off the night with the very stressful zombie show The Walking Dead. Now that Thanksgiving break is over and I finished 2 papers and a book, I'm back to doing homework. I have to rework one of my horrible research papers about comprehensive sex ed, that honestly, I just don't care about anymore. Teach them all abstinence! See if I care! Just don't make me write anymore! (And really, I'm super against abstinence-only education, I'm just sick of all this work) And after I edit that paper (which I should be writing right now) I need to write a 8 page research paper on Butch Cassidy, and then a 10 page portfolio of all my family history research from this semester which will include 10 more hours of research. Kill me. I know I only have 3 more weeks of school, but honestly, this will never end. And I still haven't sold my contract (if I don't, we'll have to take out a loan to pay rent for a place in which neither of us live), and once I'm married and moved into my new place we'll have to start an even busier semester with no money. I don't know how we'll do it. Semester, please go to hell.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-48267338012234259052010-11-24T10:20:00.002-07:002010-11-24T10:22:21.174-07:00A wife's idea of relaxation for her husband is to let him share whatever entertainment she enjoys I was watching a silent film from 1920 today to help me with an assignment. It's called "Why Change Your Wife?" It's a story of a frumpy wife who, through her own blameworthiness, drives her husband into the arms of a younger, more sprightly woman. The film is punctuated with anti-woman maxims. It was quite a laugh. The best one compared a womans nagging to molten lead being poured on your face. It was very interesting to see how womens' media image has changed (or hasn't) since then. Though phrases like this would certainly be inappropriate in a film today, I'm sure you've seen similar sentiments expressed in contemporary films.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-17670489260664114632010-11-21T22:54:00.001-07:002010-11-21T22:54:33.499-07:00One last post for tonight.I HAVE to sell my contract! Please, please, please, if you know ANYONE who needs to buy a contract this winter semester (and is a girl), PLEASE leave a comment below. My apartment is only a few blocks south of BYU campus, and my roommates are wonderful. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help me!Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-27965986671779014642010-11-21T22:52:00.001-07:002010-11-21T22:57:35.221-07:00Only one month to go now.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TOoGQDbO6hI/AAAAAAAADlA/hVpckTRnvGc/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TOoGQDbO6hI/AAAAAAAADlA/hVpckTRnvGc/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yesterday our employers at Marvellous Catering threw us an engagement party. They made us sweet pulled pork enchiladas with fresh pico de gallo, caesar salad, artichoke dip, delicious cookies, and THE BEST popcorn in the world : white chocolate with candy pieces, and cinnamon roll popcorn. So good. We had so many leftover cookies that I brought them to my Sunday School class today.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were so lucky that Marvellous Catering threw us a party and that we had so many wonderful friends who came to help us celebrate. We work for the best people. This little party was kind of like a rehearsal reception and it made us both really excited to get married. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TOoDaekQtBI/AAAAAAAADk8/B6Z6lrMUjJQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TOoDaekQtBI/AAAAAAAADk8/B6Z6lrMUjJQ/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt and I made monster sugar cookies a few weeks ago. I never posted the photos. The best one is on the bottom left-hand corner where the bear is eating his own foot. Also the one on the top in the middle is my Robo-bear and I love it. Plus, they were delicious. The sugar cookie recipe courtesy of my sis Jaime. </div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-85858457625258530352010-11-21T22:41:00.000-07:002010-11-21T22:41:34.212-07:00Something Old, Something New & Borrowed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TOoB5PvnK7I/AAAAAAAADkQ/ih9VxBwXs1o/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TOoB5PvnK7I/AAAAAAAADkQ/ih9VxBwXs1o/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's a photo of the new and borrowed computer courtesy of Matt's grandparents. Thank you so much! Matt overhauled it and it runs like a brand new computer. It will definitely be a blessing if we can keep this for a while and we wont have to buy a new one until after we graduate.</div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-49214248270544513572010-11-14T21:52:00.000-07:002010-11-14T21:52:04.860-07:00An easy way to fix an addiction.Yesterday my computer fell off Matt's coffee table and hit my foot really hard. My knee also hit the screen and, well, it's destroyed. The Mac people said it would cost more than my computer is worth to fix the screen. So no more computer for me. I can use mine, but barely. All the information is fine, I'm just limited to the top left-hand quarter of my screen. We'll probably get another one in March or so. Until then I'm living on a borrowed PC (shame). I can't imagine I'll be blogging or facebooking as much. And it is definitely going to take a lot more effort to do my homework (since until we get the borrowed PC I'll have to go to the library to do things if my roommates are using their computers. Sad day. But I suppose things could be worse.<br />
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P.S. In an unrelated topic, I cannot wait to be married.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-81472255828941530842010-11-11T21:16:00.000-07:002010-11-11T21:16:05.330-07:00A Hot Bath and a Gallon of WaterToday ended better. I'm sorry for the whiney, spoiled post. Things didn't get better, and I definitely had a few more crashes and tripups and breakdowns. BUT I got grilled pizza and my extremely stupid genealogy assignment done, and before I crawl into bed to rest before I have to be at work at 6a tomorrow morning, I took a really hot bath and then drank from my wonderful bedside gallon of water; ending it off with a really superb run-on sentence.<br />
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I'm grateful that I have a wonderful roommate with whom to go get pizza and a wonderful fiance who will volunteer for an Eagle Scout project and bring me back more wonderful grilled pizza.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-12666695999463982042010-11-11T11:27:00.000-07:002010-11-11T11:27:03.326-07:00I wish I could write a happy post...Let me think, what good thing has happened to me lately? uhm, I got charged a $90 deposit for our B&B in <strike>Rome</strike> The Vatican. Good that we have the place, bad that that money is gone.<br />
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Matthew is a gem. I'm thankful for him. He doesn't run screaming when I come home from school crying every day. He just tells me it will be alright and hugs me.<br />
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It's getting progressively harder to stay in my classes. I HATE them. Every single one. I can barely force myself to sit through them. And they require so much of me -not just going to class. I have a never ending- Honestly NEVER ENDING- pile of projects and papers and research and reading to finish. I HATE IT. I want to quit. I want to cry to my teachers and tell them I can't do it all.<br />
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In 4 weeks I get to go to the Temple. In 4 weeks I will be done with everything but finals and the wedding. 4 weeks. 4 weeks.<br />
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I can do it... (?)Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-62987640489898106162010-11-04T19:48:00.000-06:002010-11-04T19:48:00.445-06:00This has been me this past week (and most of the semester)<a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneaky-hate-spiral.html">http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneaky-hate-spiral.html</a>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-80254191974241704172010-11-03T09:43:00.001-06:002010-11-03T09:46:50.176-06:00Baby it's Cold OutsideFor the last 3 years I've had fall roommates who insisted upon listening to Christmas music as early as possible (one year it was September). I've always fought against it. Since Halloween and Thanksgiving are my favorite holidays, I hate it when carols take all the glory and we wiz by those holidays only thinking of Noel. So my rule was no Christmas music until AFTER Thanksgiving.<br />
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So, I'm ashamed to say that, now that I don't have roommates pushing to listen to Christmas music so early, I kind of miss it. And, please don't tell anyone, but I added Christmas music to my ipod and I'm currently listening to a French Christmas hymn!<br />
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Oh the shame!<br />
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I know that the Little House books are fairly fictionalized, but something that has always struck me was the wonderful relationship that Ma and Pa have. They love each other and always have the other person's best interest in mind. Pa looks after Ma with an affection bordering reverence, and Ma always lets Charles take the lead and supports him to the best of her ability. I love them. I want to be them. I read these books and it's all I can do to not pine after a relationship like theirs. Luckily, I have Matthew and he's so wonderful to me. I'm not as wonderful as Ma, and I definitely have a lot of things I can work on to be a better (future) wife to Matthew.<br />
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Maybe someday Matt will let our children call us Ma and Pa. :)Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-61491796671164101662010-10-29T18:04:00.000-06:002010-10-29T18:04:44.507-06:00Love love love long-sleeves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TMtgykmISnI/AAAAAAAADjw/hINQr6f6F8U/s1600/DSC_0236.JPG_effected.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TMtgykmISnI/AAAAAAAADjw/hINQr6f6F8U/s320/DSC_0236.JPG_effected.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TMtg03tRwuI/AAAAAAAADj8/giLfYK60xII/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG_effected.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TMtg03tRwuI/AAAAAAAADj8/giLfYK60xII/s320/DSC_0254.JPG_effected.jpg" width="214" /></a></div>I'm a bit obsessed with long-sleeved wedding dresses, maybe because I'm always secretly on the lookout for temple OK gowns. Maybe. I love this one. Not temple ready but beautiful.Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-90109478082532771262010-10-29T11:08:00.000-06:002010-10-29T18:04:57.800-06:00Happy Halloween!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TMr_A4eaiII/AAAAAAAADjs/3gpNt_avif0/s1600/BP+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkwPCXTCRQ8/TMr_A4eaiII/AAAAAAAADjs/3gpNt_avif0/s320/BP+pic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Matt and I entered the BYU newspaper costume contest yesterday. Early this morning when Matt was on campus he opened to paper to find that we WON (!) for most creative! How exciting. We won a $25 gift card to Target, I think. But really, HOW Exciting! We're the BP oil spill and Louisiana. Halloween is my favorite holiday. And tomorrow my lovely friend Becky is throwing me a bridal shower! I can't wait! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What a wonderful weekend. </div>Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950946174237965335.post-410347004827804752010-10-27T05:58:00.001-06:002010-10-27T06:00:47.138-06:00The Hotel Pink FloydLast night Matt and I booked our hotel for Barcelona, but we had the hardest time finding a place to stay in Rome. We found this place called Hotel Pink Floyd, their own website made it sound pretty good -really close to the center of Rome, really cheap, bare bones but workable. We were about to book it when we read this review:<br />
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Where do I start? On arrival at Rome Termini, I spent a good one and a half hours wandering the streets of Rome looking for the ill sign-posted, Hotel Pink Floyd. On eventually finding it, I thought I had arrived at the scene of Dante's Inferno. <br />
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The decor can only be described as being that of a retro-sixties crack-den. The bunk-beds, whilst functional (insofar as you could just about sleep on them - and we only managed this because we went out and got bladdered to make up for the pain of having to stay here) were somewhat dangerous. I sat up a bit too quick and ended up with a sharp shard of metal scraping my forehead. <br />
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Now onto the toilets. Ah yes, I thought I was in Rome yet I got to see one of the world's natural wonders, Niagra Falls recreated before my very eyes as I attempted to flush the unit. We basically had to limit our toilet trips during the night so as not to create a flood. <br />
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We didn't have to co-habit with any humans, although I would say that Alexander Fleming would've had a field-day with the amount of penicilin available - so at least if you need antibiotics, you can probably help yourself to the vast array of moulds there. <br />
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Bare wires in the wall (apprantly a television arial), removable windows (see 3rd reviewers pictures) and a wonderful door which needed kicking down practically to get in, all added to the experience of one night in purgatory. <br />
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Seriously though, I've stayed in many hostels - and this is by far the worst I've stayed in. Hostel isn't really appropriate - this is merely a couple of rooms in a ghetto - no social life. <br />
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Why it's called Pink Floyd? Who knows? The only reason I can think of is that you'd require an LSD trip of Roger Waters proportions to enjoy. Please don't stay if you value your time in Rome - it almost spoilt ours.<br />
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We're not staying there...Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16699772814074945649noreply@blogger.com2