mawage

"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday.

Mawage, that bwessed awangment,

that dweam wifin a dweam...

And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva...

So tweasure your wuv."

Two years ago today I married my best friend. The best thing that ever happened to me was marrying Joseph Christian Beck for time and all eternity in the Logan LDS Temple on August 15, 2006! Reminiscing about that day, a few things that I remember about that day is when we got to the sealing room, I had his ring with a tissue strung through it on one of my fingers. While the sealer was chatting with us, Joe reached over and grabbed my hand. Apparently I had been fidgeting with the ring and tissue, turning the tissue into confetti. Joe had a huge smile on his face and tears in his eyes as we kneeled across the alter from each other (there's no need to explain what I was doing--if only I had that darn tissue). It was if everyone had melted away and it was only the two of us. The family dinner and reception are kind of a blur. I do remember getting booed when we fed each other a piece of our cake. Needless to say, people were cheering as I stuffed cake into his face and up his nose! Joe, ever the romantic, hired a horse and carriage to take us away. What a romantic way to end an unforgettable day.

Happy anniversary baby! I love you heart, mind, body and soul.

snoring

I guess, among other things, snoring has become yet another side-affect of my pregnancy. The other night I had barely fallen asleep when this loud, awful grunting sound echoed through my mattress. I gasped a couple of times, and sat up in bed.

"What was that?"
"Uh, that was you."
"Oh."

I'm glad that I am at least Joe's nightly entertainment.

toes, reunions, vandalism

Don't you just love long boring days at the office? It's 9:00 in the morning and I'm completely out of things to do. So, naturally, this post is going to be a monstor blog. Consider your self warned and happy reading.

Joe's family reunion was last week in Sandy. Before we left Friday night, I stopped by the salon and got a manicure and pedicure. Aren't those little toe sausages cute? I blame it on the prenatal vitamins, but my pedicure is history. Is it possible to get sick right after a hand/foot massage? I don't know, but I'm gonna blame that night's bathroom episodes on the pedicure and manicure. I was so sick that night. I had to keep running to the bathroom in the dark in a strange house. I'm pretty impressed with myself that I didn't run into any walls or walk into an in-law's bedroom! Wouldn't that be something?!

While were in Sandy, we decided to go to the Heritage Farm up by the University of Utah. The farm is basically old pioneer buildings that were relocated to this central place where all the employees pretend they are really back in the 1800's. The day before we went on the Heber Creeper. I told them I didn't care what we did the next day as long as it was out of the sun and in air conditioning. I guess I got out voted. I was so hot. Joe was pretty good with staying with me in the shade or the air conditioned stores. He had a bottle of water that he kept splashing me with. I even had to go into a bathroom, wet a paper towel and keep it wrapped around my neck. A lady under an awning saw me walking toward the bathroom and about crapped her pants. "Oh! I don't know HOW you're handling this heat! I wouldn't be caught dead out here when I was as pregnant as you!" Okay lady.

We stopped by a cabinet shop and got Joe fitted for a coffin. I think I'll have to shorten him a bit before we can fit him into the box.

Joe's family has a tradition where they do a fun run/walk at the reunions in honor of their dad's new outlook on life with his new heart. This year, we made T-shirts. Joe was gracious enough to decorate both of ours. And it only took him a little over an hour and a half to finish them! Good job baby. I didn't participate in the run, but I dressed up for it any way. I'm such a good sport!

I live for this kind of stuff! Joe sold his little brother his car and accidently held on to a spare key. We were going to mail it to him, but then we found out that Joe's little bro was getting married! We put glitter all over the dashboard and into the vents, toilet papered the inside of the car and put ballons in the front seats. We cheese-whized sayings on the windows, put oreo cookies all over the place, saran wrapped the doors shut, put PB under the door handles, smeared PB all over the car, added more glitter to the stickier foods, and tied plastic water bottles to the the back of the car! What a masterpiece.

Steve and Anna thought they had the perfect solution to not getting their car decorated. They parked the car a couple of blocks away from the park where they had their reception and rode off on a bicycle-built-for-two. Needless to say, with the help of a reliable source, we found the car. Sorry guys. It's a tradition that everyone has to experience at least once in their life!

The happy couple, Steve and Anna, feeding each other cake.

sweet honey

I've been on a toast, butter, and honey kick lately. No matter how careful I am, I can't seem to keep all the honey on the bread! Even if there were the smallest hole, the honey finds it and leaks all over the place.

This weekend is Stephen and Anna's wedding and the Beck Family Reunion. Yippee! I've been doing pretty good with taking my camera to places I go. My next goal is to actually take out the camera and take some pictures. Who knows, I may be able to catch vandals in the act of decorating a certain someone's car ....

sleep talkers

Do any of you talk/walk in your sleep? I know I do, but I'm having a harder time convincing Joe that he does, in fact, do the same thing. It's always fun the next morning to explain what the other one said or did.

Joe's been going through a burrowing stage lately. I don't sleep as deep as I once did .. stupid potty breaks .. and get out of bed quite a bit. When I woke up once, I was taking up about a foot of the bed. Joe was sleeping with his back right next to me with his feet sticking out, almost off his side of the bed. I nudged him a little and asked him to move over.

"Ugghhhh," he groaned quite angerly.
"Move over, please." I thought my asking nicer would improve the situation. Nope.
"What? I'm sleeping."

In his defense, he did end up moving once I again nudged him a couple more times in the ribs with my pointy elbows.

**SIDE NOTE: I think God made women's elbows pointy for this very reason of getting husbands to move over. Even after I've gained all this baby weight, my elbows are still a good weapon for my defense. =)

movie review

Joe and I watched "Get Smart" last Saturday. We laughed pretty dang hard. I kept thinking that this movie is an American version of the Pink Panther. Anyhoo ... there were a couple of parts that just didn't need to be in there and because of them I will not buy the movie. Steve Carell is so good in all the movies that he plays in.

marks of motherhood

I will spare you pictures of this post and you'll soon find out why. I guess I have officially been inducted into the realm of motherhood. I have stretch marks! They are little, but they are everywhere. Yikes! I'm starting to get more uncomfortable and I'm starting to get sick to my stomach again. My dad advised that women have to get to a point where they are uncomfortable and WANT that baby out of them or they could be pregnant for a lot longer than is necessary. Yeah, whatever.

A man's wife brought in her 3 day old son into the office yesterday. He was so teeny! That is, if you can call 8 pounds teeny. I looked at him for a while and then promptly left. I'm excited, nervous and scared to become a mom, to be responsible to this little human for the rest of my life, to teach him about being a gentleman, to teach him about the gospel ... Needless to say, the responsibility of being a parent is a bit overwhelming to me.