Need to jump in the cold

Josh and I have been married for half a year! While compared to most any other couple besides the Kardashians, that is not incredibly impressive, it is still the longest I have been married and I find that to be pretty awesome. I already mentioned on Facebook today that our reception was crashed by so-called "starving" students whose only known source of food is at the happiest day of random strangers' lives. Most of that day, to be perfectly honest, was a big blur, but there are a few moments that I remember that I thought I might share.

And while I hope nobody would ever assume this, let me just put out there right now that there will be nothing inappropriate mentioned, so don't even have that thought in your brain. Here we go.

1. I did my mom's hair on my wedding day. Obviously I woke up at a ridiculously early hour because sleeping was unthinkable at this point. I tried to take a million-year shower, and I still had all the time in the world to sit around and wait. My beautiful, new friend, Jillyn came to do my hair and did an amazing job and was funny and freaked out with me a little bit which I appreciated. Then my beautiful, old (as in I've known her for soooo long) friend and bridesmaid Renee came and did my make up so I looked super incredible. I still had, like, hours until it was time to go, and I didn't want to just sit and do nothing, so I did my mom's hair. It just seems like a weird thing for a bride to do on her own day, but I was happy to do it and my mom was happy to have straight hair.

2. When Josh got to the temple, I felt like he was acting SUPER WEIRD. I wanted him to be all excited, but it just seemed like he wouldn't look me in the eye and he was being all ridiculous. He got better though. Weirdo.

3. It was psycho windy outside the temple! which made for great pictures and also crazy... windy-ness. Oh well.

4. Once pictures were done and everything at the temple was over, Josh and I went to the Cafe Rio near our old apartment complex. I kept feeling like we were going to run into somebody we knew and how weird would that be to be like ... well we're married now. And here we are getting pork burritos.

5. I did not do a great job of breaking in my shoes, and my feet were KA-hilling me!

6. The day before we got married, I had dinner at Village Inn with my family and everybody said nice things about me and it was wonderful and my grandma made me cry and it was all great.

7. The day before we got married, Josh fell of a ladder and a hammer fell on his head. Yeah.

That's just a few things that stick out to me, other than seeing all the wonderful people that I love and being so happy with all of them. I am so thankful for that day and for the best person in the world that I married. First six months down, rest of eternity to go! Yay!

Also, this happened, and my dad and I thought it was hilarious, and nobody else seemed to appreciate it. Whatever, we're funny.

Everything is un-

 Here are some blog posts that I started in the past and never finished. There may or may not be a reason why. You decide.

On My Fridge...

On my fridge, there is an ad for the "Told Handyman Service." The slogan says, "No job too small." Is it awful that this makes me want to find a job too small for them?

Hey, Mr. Handyman. Can you screw this screw back into my glasses for me?
Maybe fix the cabinet in my doll house?

I take

Obligatory New Years Post

Let's pretend I am writing this post a week ago
[squiggly lines trippy music flashback flashback flashback...]

Holy (insert thing here) Batman!

The other day (and by the other day, I mean like three months ago or something), I was accused of being a bandwagon Batman fan. I am NOT a bandwagon Batman fan. Batman has always been and will always be my favorite. Let me tell you why, yes?

(Untitled)

On Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I have two classes. Which is pretty nice. I'm done with class at twelve. Which is even nicer. I can't decide which one of these classes I like more. Which is most definitely the nicest.

I'm a Little Obsessed With Comedians

When people are hilarious, I want to be friends with them. Is that so wrong?

The Grapes of Math

I feel that their has been a great injustice in the world. An injustice that I have overlooked for the majority of my life. My eyes were finally opened earlier today.

~~~~~~wiggly flashback nonsense~~~~~~

My husband (oh hey, I'm married! That's what's up!) and I were having lunch and we decided to eat some grapes. I told Josh about one of my favorite comedians talking about this particular fruit. This is what he said:

"My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. Like if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you're stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem, you just move on to the next. Grapes: the fruit of hope." - Demetri Martin

END.

All I learned is that I like flashbacks and Batman, and why did I try to explain my class schedule? That's lame. And apparently the New Years post wasn't so obligatory because I never wrote it.

Emphasis

I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.
I'm getting married tomorrow.


Every one of those sentences is exactly how I feel.

Also this is how I feel: !!!!!!!!!!
Also this is how I feel: ???????
Also this is how I feel: I love Josh(there wasn't a punctuation mark for that)
Also this is how I feel: NOT TIRED (or that)

I am so happy. I am so impatient. I am so lucky. I am so getting married.

That was funny! I literally did sort of a half giggle and then got distracted by the internet.

Here's a sentence that I hate in any capacity "I literally..."

Just about any words could be places after those two and I would cringe. Here is a fake statistic:
95% of the people who use the word "literally" are using it wrong.

But even now, it's to the point where any time that word comes up, I wince. I always second guess it. I always have a mental debate with myself: Okay, did she really laugh for thirty seconds, because it seems pretty reasonable. Let me count out thirty seconds in my head.
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That's a lot of seconds!


And even if it is reasonable and they totally are serious about whatever it is they're talking about, I still think "blech." I know, it's horribly rude of me. I really don't dislike the people who use it, I promise.

BUT I will most likely never use this word. And if I do, what I'm saying is completely accurate and without exaggeration. Literally.

Sleeper, Eater, Baby Narwhal Saver

There is a quote I have heard more than once that says something about what you want to do defines who you are. Like if you wake up in the morning and all you want to do is write, then you're a writer. Maybe there is more to that quote, but I kind of hate it so much and it makes me want to throw things at walls.

Because there are times when I think that if I sit down at my laptop and write, then something brilliant will pop out that makes me rich and famous. And lots of times I feel like I should want to be writing all the time, because that's what the quote says I should want to do. But usually when I wake up in the morning, all I want to do is sleep. And if I'm sitting around thinking of fun ideas, it's mostly food related. Does anyone want to pay me to sleep and eat? Because apparently that's my greatest passion in life.

I've been thinking a lot about writing lately, and particularly about how I haven't done much of it. Especially since one of my great friends with an incredible talent for writing invited me to write for a new blog. I am thrilled and excited and so terrified. I am taking it on as a real job without the pay and maybe not as much time put into it, but I want it to be something good that I will be proud of. But the only thing I can think of to write about is how to effectively incorporate "baby narwhal saver" into this post. I think I did a pretty good job of that though, so I'm feeling pretty successful.

Anyway, this is my long-winded way of saying that I'm planning on writing more on here. I can't guarantee that it is good or that it will even actually happen. But there it is.

Also, here is my life right now: I go to work, I plan my wedding, I watch the NBA playoffs. It's pretty awesome.

Also also, I started another blog that is all wedding related that will eventually have all kinds of information about it that people I know might care about. But as of yet, it pretty much has nothing. So I'm not telling you what it is yet.

Also also also, if anyone has any input on what I should write about for my friend's blog, let me know. It should be something that isn't me related, because that's not as important to the rest of the world. Maybe I should think about that for my own blog...

Fine, I'll give you what you want.

Ok ok, I know what you guys really want. Clearly I fully disappointed you all with the last post, but in my defense I was busy being in California lounging on the beach and having a wonderful time with my fiancé.
. Ha! Fiancé! So cool. Oh! Fun fact! Apparently when there is only one e on fiancé, it's a man who is engaged. Two e's is a woman. So there you go. You don't really care, do you? Moving on.

To many of my friends, this probably seems completely out of the blue. And the only reason it doesn't seem out of the blue is because some people had a warning before hand. I was too excited, and I couldn't shut my mouth! But some background seems necessary, so here it goes.

Josh and I have been in the same ward since August. We were in the same FHE family fall semester and I thought he was cool and pretty cute, but he had a girlfriend, so I didn't think too much about it. Eventually I found out they broke up, but I still didn't think too much about it. Over Christmas break, he very smoothly asked for my phone number over Facebook. He's a classy one :) and we started texting. A lot. Mainly because of him. I loved talking to him ... but still was pretty clueless that he might be interested.

In January he asked me out for the first time to go on a double date with him and his roommate Bryson. We went to Zupas and had a contest to make the best dessert, which we clearly won. Then we watched some Psych which is always beautiful. I had a good time, but the next time he asked me out I refused like a jerk. I'm a jerk, you guys.

I'm not going to get into the nitty gritty details of everything else that happened because it makes me seem horrible and awful and bad and I really wasn't trying to be. Basically, Josh knew he liked me a lot for some crazy reason, and I was too distracted by everything that was going on in my life and kept telling him no. And then maybe. And then no. And then yes, and then no and then maybe and then I don't know! Life is hard. And all throughout this time we were still hanging out and texting and talking every day. He was my best friend.

One Sunday I had a nice, long talk with the Bishop and he set me straight. He put everything into perspective for me and made me realize that I did not want to be without him and that Josh is awesome and I should probably date him. So I told him that, and he said ok. Am I rambling? I think I am. Sorry for those of you who might not make it through this post. Also, don't judge me for this next part...

Three weeks later, he put a ring on my finger. I know, that's sooooo BYU. But I don't care! We have been friends for a long time and I knew him and loved him so much as a friend already, that once we started dating it wasn't hard to take that leap. But I'm sure you want to know how it happened, so ...

Neither one of us really cared about what temple we got married in because I moved around my whole life and he just doesn't want to get married in Manti. We wanted something central to most of the family and I had been to the Draper Temple open house and it is relatively new and beautiful. We wanted to check it out in person, so on Thursday before we left for California we went to visit it and see what we thought. We walked around the whole thing and I think it's different and beautiful and modern and I loooooved it. So we sat down on a bench and looked at some flowers and this conversation happened:

Josh: So what do you think?
Erica: Well what do you think? Do you like it?
Josh: I asked you first. Do you want to get married here.
Erica: (I think I nodded my head or something)
Josh: Well, if this is where we're getting married, then we might as well get started.

Then he pulled out a ring and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him and I said "Yeah I will!" and then he said other sweet things that are quite frankly none of your business.

Some random woman wanted to look at my ring as we were leaving. It was funny and cute and I was excited about it. My jaw hurt from smiling so much that day. I think we blew some people's minds when we told them. It was only three weeks to them, although it had been more to us.

So that's how it happened. I loved it. I love him. Josh is my whole world and I am so excited to be married to him.

July 28th by the way. Hope you can make it.

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

I'm in California.
It's warm.
I have a pretty new ring on my finger.
I'm marrying my best friend.

Life is pretty wonderful right now.