Gimme a break

Well, sorry everyone. I didn't figuratively "jump out of the birthing pool" to put stuff on my blog. That was figurative, remember. Just because something incredibly important happens people think that my blogging habits will improve? It is true, I now lift up the toilet seat before relieving my waters, but I can't become an internet sensation overnight. Baby steps.
I was sealed for time and all eternity on July 21st, 2007 at high noon to Gretchen Elizabeth Wahlgren. Not even Kaleb was packing even though the event was timed just right for a showdown.
Our photographer stunk, which is kind of sad, but I am not as broken up about it as Gretchen. She took a bunch of pictures under the trees and didn't have a fill flash so that the shade from the foliage made some people look like they had tattoos like a pacific islander. On top of that, we couldn't get a hold of her to let her know that we are going to have a hit man take her out for 2 WEEKS. After 2 weeks she calls and said that SHE TOLD us that she would be in Nauvoo for 2 weeks and SHE TOLD us that she would have a studio color correct the pictures and that there were spots on our faces because everyone elses' flashes were going off at the same time as hers and they messed up the pictures. Anyway, we both agreed that she needed to come up with a better excuse for taking bad pictures when talking to semi intelligent people who know a thing or two about photography and that one of us needed to be contacted about her vacation itinerary and about the color correction before we could be told about them. Like I said, I don't care too much, I figure it is something to laugh about later and luckily the family did take a couple of pictures so that we have some decent ones.
A week and a half after we were married we moved to Redmond, OR. We live above my sister in law's garage in a studio apartment. This weekend I have to strip the pink paint off the dressers and refinish or paint them. I am just happy to have a dresser after a couple of weeks of going without. I'll try to take some pictures of the apartment and the scenery this week. For now, here are some wedding pictures.

Bowling

I just remembered how to kick everyones trash in the sport of bowling. Gretchen and I are going to buy matching bowling shoes, mine are the pink ones. When things get "cosmic", the flames glow in the dark/blacklight. I don't think I will ever stay up that late, again, though.

Utah Conference Trip

If you are planning on going to General Conference, make sure the person who gets you tickets really, really likes you, or else they might Indian give your tickets. But if your tickets happen to find their way back into that Indian's hands, you can always eat pitas at a relatives house.

Liv entertained us with some wicked sweet dance moves

Miranda and what's his face entertained.... themselves. Note: This was totally pre-marriage. I wanted to take a picture of them and then Trevor said, "Wait, take a picture of us in our natural state, so you will remember us better!", and then started resuscitating Miranda, who must have stopped breathing.

People always ask me if I get upset that my Fiance is so vain just because she was a hand model for Vogue.

Gage and Sir Dylan after "The Accident" This picture was taken while Sir Dylan consoled his injured offspring after Trevor dropped Gage on his head. 5 minutes prior to this picture the conversation went like this:

(Scene 1) Sir Dylan, Leah, Miranda, Elden, Gretchen and Liv watch as Trevor holds Gage by his feet and then proceeds to flip him right-side-up and catch him by his armpits.

Trevor: Let's see if I can make him flip one full rotation!

Leah and Sir Dylan look at each other with a nervous smile, but say nothing as Trevor preps for the stunt. Trevor winds up and releases, catching Gage only by 3 toes! Amazing! After that they simmer down and just do some boring piggy back stuff and everyone loses interest. Then there is a thud and Gage starts crying. Very anticlimactic, but, hey, that's what happened!

I think this was post pita, pre banana bread. That baby doesn't look big enough to stop you from coming to my wedding, punk.

My sweet Fiance Gretchen and I. My sweet Fiance is so kind, she will not be mad at me because I put a picture of us up on the internet that she told me specifically not to put on the internet. If you look closely though, it is not a picture of us, we aren't even in focus. It is actually a picture of the wall and a calendar.

The pitas that we had were actually very good. The only bad part was that everyone wished that Liv, Gage, Trevor and Miranda would have asked for macaroni and cheese so we could have had more pitas.

Fleeting memories

The other day at dinner, Mikey informed us that he couldn't remember his childhood. I guess chillin' with the fellas can make you grow up a little too fast.