1. Well that one's obvious. Moving on to number two...
2. Those cold feet of yours now have their own person space heater to accompany them.
3. You always have someone there to talk to (though they'll most likely fall asleep in the middle of your story).
4. You have someone to introduce into your covered wagon.
5. There is the possibility that someone else will get you a drink in the middle of the night.
6. You'll have someone around to tell you the funny things you said last night in your sleep.
7. People tend to be less annoying than alarm clocks in the morning (though often harder to turn off).
8. You have someone there to tell you when you should go to bed, even if it does not sound like the most entertaining of your options.
9. When they snore, or start talking nonsense, you can record it (it really is more fun than I would have ever expected).
10. Cause you love them. And cause everyday begins and ends with you seeing your favorite person in the world.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Reasons to Never Share Your Bed
1. The Sleep Cycle app will never work properly.
2. You will get blamed for stealing the covers.
3. There are now twice as many people in your bed that could possibly be farty.
4. They will undoubtedly smear mascara all over your pillow cases, especially if they're feeling a bit emotional.
5. "Your" bed has now become "our" bed. This means that your ownership has now been reduced to a thirty percent claim of the sleeping space, and still, you will often get blamed for taking up "the whole bed".
6. Someone else's cold feet are now your problem that you must fix.
7. On the right occasion, even the prettiest of girls will snore loud enough that you will curse the fact that you own no earplugs.
8. You are a prisoner of your bed as soon as you lay down, as you don't want to wake up the light sleeper next to you for something as trifle as a bathroom or kitchen break.
9. Whatever volume you would listen to anything at to assist the sleeping process is assuredly FAR too loud for your sleeping companion.
10. Bed temperature will never again reach a comfortable equilibrium. If one of you is just right, the other will be asking for more blankets, or simply sliding into snowboarding attire being crawling into the sheets. If the other is comfortable, his or her partner will be trying to figure out how to situate themselves under the requisite amount of bed linens to maintain temperature control.
It sounds like all fun and games, but you've been warned now.
2. You will get blamed for stealing the covers.
3. There are now twice as many people in your bed that could possibly be farty.
4. They will undoubtedly smear mascara all over your pillow cases, especially if they're feeling a bit emotional.
5. "Your" bed has now become "our" bed. This means that your ownership has now been reduced to a thirty percent claim of the sleeping space, and still, you will often get blamed for taking up "the whole bed".
6. Someone else's cold feet are now your problem that you must fix.
7. On the right occasion, even the prettiest of girls will snore loud enough that you will curse the fact that you own no earplugs.
8. You are a prisoner of your bed as soon as you lay down, as you don't want to wake up the light sleeper next to you for something as trifle as a bathroom or kitchen break.
9. Whatever volume you would listen to anything at to assist the sleeping process is assuredly FAR too loud for your sleeping companion.
10. Bed temperature will never again reach a comfortable equilibrium. If one of you is just right, the other will be asking for more blankets, or simply sliding into snowboarding attire being crawling into the sheets. If the other is comfortable, his or her partner will be trying to figure out how to situate themselves under the requisite amount of bed linens to maintain temperature control.
It sounds like all fun and games, but you've been warned now.
Monday, December 12, 2011
If It Makes You Happy, It Can't Be That Bad
Brea loves my facial hair. I really do enjoy a little from time to time, but I also love being clean shaven. I got sick the end of October though and I didn’t really feel up to shaving. So it kept growing, and she kept telling me how much she loved it, and pretty soon it was Thanksgiving and I had this fully grown beard. Though part of me enjoyed the change and the luxury of not shaving, I did miss my smooth face.
After a full month of living after the manner of Samson.
Finally I caved. But of course I had to shave it off in steps.
A little trimmed.
The sides cut down.
Jeffrey begged me to leave this one for church. I felt a little like Paulie Sr.
Instead I opted for the creeper stash.
Remind you a little of anyone?
After a full month of living after the manner of Samson.
Finally I caved. But of course I had to shave it off in steps.
A little trimmed.
The sides cut down.
Jeffrey begged me to leave this one for church. I felt a little like Paulie Sr.
Instead I opted for the creeper stash.
Remind you a little of anyone?
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Preparing for Christmas!!!!!
Having your first Christmas together is kinda a big deal. You have to figure out where you're gonna be, and how you're gonna get there, and when you are going. You have to somehow combine two peoples' traditions together to find something that works for you. And for some people, like my new wife, it was THE FIRST TIME SANTA EVER CAME TO HER HOUSE!!!
First came the light up reindeer we picked up on black Friday. Then the wrapping of our palm trees with lights. Then came picking out the tree (a first for her too).
I wanted to go with this one, but in the interest of our apartment, we decided to keep looking.
But instead we compromised on one more full than she wanted but less full than I wanted. And it was perfect.
I'll have to put up a decorated tree picture tomorrow.
Christmas came. Christmas left. And it left us all feeling a little more warm, a little more loving, and a little more like a family. And though I know next year will be a different one for me, I'll be excited to try something new when the time comes
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First came the light up reindeer we picked up on black Friday. Then the wrapping of our palm trees with lights. Then came picking out the tree (a first for her too).
I wanted to go with this one, but in the interest of our apartment, we decided to keep looking.
But instead we compromised on one more full than she wanted but less full than I wanted. And it was perfect.
I'll have to put up a decorated tree picture tomorrow.
Christmas came. Christmas left. And it left us all feeling a little more warm, a little more loving, and a little more like a family. And though I know next year will be a different one for me, I'll be excited to try something new when the time comes
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Our Quarter Dog
Well we can't call him our dog. And we really couldn't say even half dog. So let's just settle for a quarter. This is Jaded Wax, a five year-old ex-racing greyhound. See our neighbors got him. And when they would be gone, they would occasionally ask us to hang out with him. But now, I sometimes hope they are gone so we can pretend like we have a dog for at least a few hours.
I know at least one of the Carbieners really wants a dog right now. And I know that the other one does too, just not quite yet. So for now we'll just have to settle for stealing the neighbors large, "not conscious of his own size", lovable greyhound.
I know at least one of the Carbieners really wants a dog right now. And I know that the other one does too, just not quite yet. So for now we'll just have to settle for stealing the neighbors large, "not conscious of his own size", lovable greyhound.
State Fair
For my birthday Brea's mom got me two season passes to the state fair, which was awesome. I love it, and I love the concerts that you get to see for next to nothing. So our first trip was to see Darius Rucker and it was great.
Our next trip was with Christin and Jonmark. We got there just in time to see the Turkey Stampede!!
While Christin and Jonmark saw Bodies with his family, we hung around to see Valentine's performing pigs, which was, well, an experience. Though it made Brea want a pig.
After some more time walking around, now reunited with the rest, we made it to the Monster Truck/RV Demolition Derby. And for a measly five dollars, we got to take a ride in the back of a Monster Truck. Brea nearly peed herself, half from excitement, and half because she was scared. It was a great day, we had great company, and I'm so excited for next year.
A girl happy to have a funnel cake.
Now that is a corn dog.
Our next trip was with Christin and Jonmark. We got there just in time to see the Turkey Stampede!!
While Christin and Jonmark saw Bodies with his family, we hung around to see Valentine's performing pigs, which was, well, an experience. Though it made Brea want a pig.
After some more time walking around, now reunited with the rest, we made it to the Monster Truck/RV Demolition Derby. And for a measly five dollars, we got to take a ride in the back of a Monster Truck. Brea nearly peed herself, half from excitement, and half because she was scared. It was a great day, we had great company, and I'm so excited for next year.
A girl happy to have a funnel cake.
Now that is a corn dog.
My Poor Car
It might be fairly cheap and spacious where we live, but it might be in an area that some would consider "slightly ghetto". That being said, after having lived here for three months, I will now be more careful about what I leave in open sight in the back seat of my car.
I thought they stole an alarm. But I found that later. The day after it happened though I got a call from a bishop in another ward. A member of his ward had found our temple clothes on the side of the road. Luckily, he had seen them scattered on the side of the road and gathered them up. Through Facebook he hunted down Brea, found her new last name, and with the help of the stake directory online tracked us down. And we got very nearly everything back.
I called for some quotes, and was told it would be nearly two hundred dollars to replace. Instead I took a drive to the "less fancy" part of Phoenix and I found a small shop that sold me the window for thirty five bucks. It took me almost two hours to figure out how to put it in, but we are a hundred and fifty dollars less poor, and I know a little more about car repair. And whoever sits behind the passenger has a tinted window now, which is great for them.
I thought they stole an alarm. But I found that later. The day after it happened though I got a call from a bishop in another ward. A member of his ward had found our temple clothes on the side of the road. Luckily, he had seen them scattered on the side of the road and gathered them up. Through Facebook he hunted down Brea, found her new last name, and with the help of the stake directory online tracked us down. And we got very nearly everything back.
I called for some quotes, and was told it would be nearly two hundred dollars to replace. Instead I took a drive to the "less fancy" part of Phoenix and I found a small shop that sold me the window for thirty five bucks. It took me almost two hours to figure out how to put it in, but we are a hundred and fifty dollars less poor, and I know a little more about car repair. And whoever sits behind the passenger has a tinted window now, which is great for them.
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