Meet Nonac

'Twas the week before Christmas

And all through the house

house tiff found on her way to our party. return trip required

Not a creature was stirring

Not even a monkey

monkeys bryson and i saw at hogle zoo

The presents were given two weeks in advance

In hopes that Bryson would come back super fast

momma kim's present

tyler's present wrapped up so nice...

don't worry, it was just a watch

The children watched Star Wars instead of sleeping in their beds

tiff's wrist...

lightsaber/lint roller = erin skywalker

girls' night at its finest

While visions of mistletoe danced in their heads

hogle zoo

funny story... see below

And with Tiff's cute face and I with my new toy

bah! love her

this is my graduation present nonac. ha.

We all tried to forget about how much she missed the boy

this is actually my "stop taking my picture" face

Basically, here's what it all means:

Bryson is in Brazil for two weeks. In a beach house. On the beach. In Brazil. BRAZIL BEACH HOUSE. For Christmas. Where it's warm. In Brazil on the beach. He wore shorts to the airport. Lil' punk. Sigh. I'm over it. I get Europe in April. With cute little girls. When he's in school. Ha. So really, we both got/get our dream vacations and everyone is happy... and lonely.

Tiff and I had a Star Wars marathon which began with driving around Lehi looking at the fabulously decorated houses. Following which, we took many pictures. And then we got tons of blankets and fell asleep before we even finished the first movie so the whole marathon thing kinda didn't happen. Still so much fun with my little turkey cupcake.

Oh, and the funny story. Bryson (and Tiff) had surprised me at school (which I will talk about in an upcoming post) so I had to be a good girlfriend and get him something before he left for his beach house. (We're having second Christmas when he gets back) Trip to Walmart. Huge Hershey kisses in the front which couldn't be passed up. Originally went in for mistletoe. Found that stuff. Mission accomplished. Except I'd look really weird going through the checkout with only those two items so I start searching around everywhere. And then the Holiday Pringles started singing and my two presents became three. And I looked totally normal going through the checkout.

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!"    

Aaaand...She's back

Sorry for the lack of posts. I go to school. All of the time. Or I'm with B. But I'm back! Hopefully to stay. (I made a goal to blog every day this week). Here are the happys.

• Couple days ago in class.  Post massage. Post midterm. Everyone sitting attentively, waiting for teacher to give some profound statement.  And she says, "Can I just say how fab Erin's hair is right now?"  Yes, yes, I know I look like an electrocuted white version of Jimi Hendrix.  I suffer from massage hair!  Real condition ps. (It looks something like the pic below).
• Playing at Nickel City.  Bryson had given me a handful of nickels so I could go play games with the girls.  Upon being reunited, we decided to feed the last few into those games/machines/whatever where the nickels are all piled up and if any fall you get tickets, know what I'm talking about? Well, I was on my award-winning shot, reach in my pocket and pull out that last coin...And it won't go in.  I push and push and push and the dumb thing was broken!  E:  I broke it!  B: Let me see *tries once, looks at it, and said with all the tenderness he could muster*... Babe, this is a quarter.
• Bruising big buff man partner in class.  That's right.  I'm strong. Arm wrestle, anyone? 
• Texting B one morning with this picture:

warning: sometimes my hair does this in the morning

Reply 5 seconds later:

sometimes my hair does THIS!

I like him.

• 12 more days of school. 3 more clinics. 1 GRADUATION.  You're all invited.  I hear there will be cookies.
• Doubling with Mr. and Mrs. Kim (aka B's parents).  aka Sushi. aka I love going out with parents!

cuz we're poor college students who think doing homework together is a date :)

• Paying my last tuition check to UCMT.  Best. Feeling. Ever.  
• Holding new baby nephew Carl.  Love love love. Holding new baby Emma.  Love love love.
• Being sick-not happy.  But having B show up with these yummy treats and the sweetest note ever written-extremely happy.  He is the best, I tell you.  The best.

the soup stayed in the can...

• Zupas night with the girls.  Imitating teachers (which almost cost me my life), swapping elementary school horror stories (actually, Audrey just told us how she got sent to the principal's office for hitting a boy in the head with her perfect rock egg that she would play with at recess...Don't tell I told!).  

it was gonna fall off the stick. get over it.

• Unlimited bowling. Making the ultimate wish at 11:11 on 11/11/11 while bowling.  I'll tell ya if it comes true.
• Stomach growling wars with Tiff. Which turned into who can't laugh wars. Which turned into awkward nose laughs by Erin and cute suppressed giggles by Tiffany. Everything is 19483720384 times funnier when it's against the rules to laugh! (P.S.  Happy Birthday Tiff face!) 
• More real life stuff... Tonight my awesome cousin and her awesome husband offered to let me live in their awesome basement with their awesome family for super cheap rent. Have I mentioned they are awesomely six miles away from my awesome B?  Love all the awesomeness in this situation.
• Said family also invited me to go to EUROPE with them for two weeks to help watch their totes adorbs little girls.  Okay. Fine.  I'll go, I'll go.  
• Um...Can that last one be beat? 

"Now tell me that wasn't fun"

I'm watching Gilmore Girls (it has been far too long--my witty comments and hilarious jokes have significantly decreased these last few weeks) and eating cereal as I write these happy moments from the past 2 weeks.  

Bliss.

• Speaking of cereal, here's a good one.  Not too long ago, Superman and I were cuddling, which turned into a tickle fest (as sometimes happens with us).  Well, I fell off the couch and wasn't going to have any of that so I dragged him down with me. (I know what you're thinking...Scandalous...Keep reading) Next thing I know, I'm pinned to the ground and his knuckles are hitting my forehead and we had the following conversation:

B: Name ten cereals!

E: What?

B: Name ten cereals or I won't stop!

E: Uh... Lucky... Charms...

B: Tap, Tap, Tap

E: I can't do it!  (Said in absolute desperation and defeat)

He stopped, looked at me with some disappointment on his face and said, "Oh yeah, you didn't grow up with brothers."

Guess who is now taking upon herself the task of memorizing the following list in order?  Cheerios, Chex, Fruit Loops, Honeycomb, Kix, Life, Lucky Charms, Pops, Trix, Waffle Crisp.    

• I got a Scentsy travel tin for my car, which was sitting on my desk while Danielle and I were having a heart-to-heart.  She picked it up, opened it, put it right up to her nose, and took a big whiff.  Well, she went from 0-60 (on the freak out scale) in about 2.7 seconds. I wish you could've seen her face. Just so everyone is clear, Scentsy travel tins = modern-day smelling salts.  Handle with care.
• Christopher Columbus there's no school today! (Little Little Women reference/pun for ya)
• So this last term, I had a class called Shiatsu, which is a Japanese form of massage that is done on a mat on the floor instead of a table.  The therapist works from the hara which in English means you rock back and forth.  Well, when the whole class is rocking, and you've been doing this for thirty minutes straight, you look around at all these other crazy rocking people and you realize, We're all just a bunch of insane asylum posers.   
• Setting: My Kitchen.  Characters: Bryson and Erin. Eating banana muffins.

B: Why do you eat them like that? From bottom to top

E: Because the tops are the best

B: But that doesn't make sense.  I enjoy every bite, you only like the bites at the end.

E: I like every bite, the last few are just amazing.

B: On a scale of 1-10 how much would you say you like muffin bottoms?

E: Probably like a 5

B: What about the tops?

E: Like an 8

B: K.  Well the whole thing for me is like a 7.  So that means my score is 7x10 which is 70 and yours is 5x5 plus 8x5 which is 25+40 which is 65. Therefore, I enjoy my muffin more than you enjoy yours.

E: But yours is just a line with a slope of 0 while my line increases exponentially.

B: My score is still higher.    

Just some muffin math.  Typical B.E. night. 

• Three terms down.  One to go.  And I took my resume to job choice #1. "I'm a big kid now"  
• And a weekend that included Gateway mall, Sushi, Community, Ikea, Temple Square, an *NSYNC music video remake, Battle of the Sexes, my last Saturday of waking up at 4:00 a.m., Rachlette, and Hook.

Happy Monday!

The Diamond Snowman?

I believe.
I believe in myself.
I believe in plaid flannel.
I believe in taking care of what you have.
I believe in eyelashes, 11:11, and shooting stars

I believe in love notes and letters for no good reason.

I believe in laughing.  Every day.  Probably 47 times a day.
I believe in wearing sweats.  With unwashed hair.  And no makeup.

I believe in happy songs, and sad songs, and silly songs, and dancing songs.
I believe in birthdays, parades, fireworks, and everything "celebrate."

I believe in classical music, long naps, and real meals on Sunday.

I believe in big windows and brightly colored doors.
I believe in trying to be better every day.

I believe in children's books.
I believe in sleeping in.
"I do believe in fairies.
I do. I do."
I believe in yoga.

I believe in puppies.
I believe in working hard.
I believe in cuddling.  All the time.
I believe in learning everything you can.
I believe in doing what you love.  Your whole life.
I believe in Disney cartoons and Broadway musicals.
I believe in eyeshadow and lipgloss and excellent hair products.
I believe in praying on your knees, in your car...actually, anywhere.
I believe in taking pictures, writing things down, and keeping ticket stubs.
I believe in borrowing large sweatshirts from boys who smell good.
I believe in cousin sleepovers and back tickles from Mommy.
I believe in Christmas lights and dancing in the rain.
I believe in making things aesthetically pleasing.
I believe in telling people how you really feel.
I believe in summer walks late at night.
I believe in family traditions.
I believe in spandex.
I believe in love.
Real love.
I believe in God.
I believe in changing.
I believe in mismatched socks.
I believe in sitting at the kid table.
I believe in helping others find happiness.
I believe in giving far more than you receive.
I believe in making plans and then being spontaneous.
I believe in curling my hair at midnight just because it's fun.
I believe in sidewalk chalk, glitter, American Girl dolls, and swings.
I believe in getting butterflies from being kissed on the hand
I believe in pretending the car wash is a roller-coaster.
I believe in a gentleman who takes care of his lady.
I believe in being a very wise silly person.
I believe in experiencing new things.
I believe in happily forever after.
I believe in good Mondays.
I believe in Christ.
I believe.

About a Boy

Meet Bryson.

Today we went on a picnic

proof...p.s. gross looking stuff on right= not gross chicken salad

And since you're all dying to know...

he's a little shy at first...

General: He is a creative mastermind who will rule the world with his awesome videography skills.

Rocks the blond hair, green eyes, killer smile...etc. etc. etc.

Fourth of six boys (yes, his mom is a saint)

making progress

Random: He likes elephants.  And emus.  And probably just "E" things in general...

Hates human feet and artichoke hearts.

success in the funny face dept...p.s. this one's for you, Ali

 Added Bonuses: He's a HP fan. And wears Gryffindor ties to church.  And sometimes talks with a British accent.

Calls me Darling.

He makes me happy.