Simon says it looks like an upside down taco...Unfortunately the engine parts do resemble ground beef quite well. If our Sub was a person, I imagine he would look a bit like this post crash:
It happened almost a month ago on a Thursday. I was about 20 feet from the parking lot in front of the clinic. The story is long and complicated and not post-worthy. Just know that it wasn't my fault. The cop even said so. But somehow I ended up with a ticket and all of the damage. Dumb.
Anyway. It took them about 3 weeks to get the car back in tip top shape (which they did ever so wonderfully). HOWEVER. Two things. 1. Our heater now makes our car smell like pancakes and syrup. 2. Our horn sounds like we are driving one of these: I laugh every time. It's the little things in life, right?
Februrary 2010. One year ago, I decided I wanted to start a blog. All of my friends had one and I needed a place to post my favorite youtubes. I was sick of using facebook for this purpose because only "friends" from high school (or junior high. or elementary school. or that humanities class I took freshman year in college) would see them. Obviously, this blog didn't happen because I had a wedding, my dearest provo friends, and Gilmore Girls to distract me. And maybe some homework too, but who sets that as a priority?
July 2010. Married! Settling in our new apartment. No job yet. No school for a couple more months. Just bliss and lots of runs to target and the DI. The thought of a blog was in the back of my mind but so was the vow I made with myself to NEVER create a newlywed look-how-in-love-we-are-and-look-at-all-of-these-myspace-like-pictures-of-us-in-front-of-various-free-activities-around-the-city-because-we're-newlyweds-and-poor-but-happy-as-long-as-we're-together blog. Now. I don't mean to offend...half of the blogs I read started out as newlywed blogs and that's great. I KNOW I will write posts that feature photos fitting that exact description. I know it. This stubbornness just comes from a long line of loving to hate the mormon culture I, in fact, surround myself with. (Yes. I ended that sentence with a preposition. Bothersome? Yep.)
December 2010. Finding myself scrounging for anything to do besides the ever growing pile of things to do for school. Thoughts of blogs danced around my head like the sugarplum fairies that would appear later this month. But no. School and my cold shoulder to newlywed blogs shot that blogging ballerina to the ground (Andy Samberg, anyone?).
January 2011. Thanks to coercing from friends (Kat, Katie, Julia, etc) and a little swallowing of pride on my end, here you find me. With a blog that has mine and my husband's name in it. (I have yet to succumb to the wedding picture behind our blog's name though.)
