tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47021314698781838722024-02-18T20:53:47.677-08:00AmandavidLivin the grand ole life!davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-26318006507275474012013-02-04T22:01:00.001-08:002013-02-04T22:01:25.806-08:00Fine Jason!Ohhh that Jason Wright. Every time you think someone's forgotten about your blog, and it's ok not to post ever again, he shoots you a text saying "HEY HAVEN'T SEEN A POST IN A WHILE EH?" and I mean really, what can I say to that?<br />
<br />
One thing I know that people do on these is follow up on their previous blog posts. So, after all that deliberation, here is the gun I actually purchased.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AftLn86pLNMq6Y6HsZOEfgA40N9BvGkAFGLQcKzQzxW-uRBV-RFmS1vlHgoL7LoXMxUSGJaW0akp-BNIQ6jHgyVNLp5-jE_M4SaemHWEtAMGbh6gmR62mJpWpiwV6jhhT5ajqN4B-jQ/s1600/IMG_0928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AftLn86pLNMq6Y6HsZOEfgA40N9BvGkAFGLQcKzQzxW-uRBV-RFmS1vlHgoL7LoXMxUSGJaW0akp-BNIQ6jHgyVNLp5-jE_M4SaemHWEtAMGbh6gmR62mJpWpiwV6jhhT5ajqN4B-jQ/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
This beauty is a CZ-52. Its an old Czeckoslavakian weapon that is now surplus since there is no such thing as Czeckoslavakia. It's ironic because after spending all the time trying to decide what I actually wanted, I decided to buy the exact same gun my dad has. I figured there were a few good things about this. First, I've already fired this gun lots, and feel pretty comfortable with it. Second, I know how it feels, how it works, what it shoots. Third, it was super cheap. We're talking $200 range, and after going to the gun show, that is cheap for a decent handgun. The only downside is that it shoots 7.62mm instead of 9mm, with the former being a few dollars more expensive per box than the latter. The plus side is that 7.62 is a lot hotter than 9, meaning that it shoots harder and faster. So I'm really excited to take my new baby out and show her the ropes. Errr, targets.<br />
<br />
Another thing to report to the blogosphere is that I did really well on finals! I ended up getting a 3.54 GPA, which put me in the top 30% of the class and put me on the Dean's list. Now normally I know you'd be thinking "Top 30 David? Really? You're way better than that. And oh sooo handsome." But let me just give you perspective here. Coming into BYU law I was probably in the bottom 10% since I came in off the wait list. So in my mind, that's really a jump of at least 60%. Which I was very, very happy with when I got the grades.<br />
<br />
<img height="200" src="http://blog.crunched.com/files/2011/03/superhappy-guy1.jpg" width="132" /><br />
<br />
I kinda looked like this guy, but really a whole lot happier. As a congratulatory gift to me, Amanda let me play my favorite game (which I'm kind of banned from during school) for 3 days. It was an excellent present. In related news, I've already got an internship set up in southern California for half of the summer. I'll be working with an attorney down there who does estate and probate law, which should be pretty exciting. The law school gives us credit to intern for free, so I'll basically intern for 5 or 6 weeks and get 3 credits. It's a pretty sweet deal. I'm currently trying to find another one down there for the next half of summer so cross your fingers. The hope is that I can network and meet people and hopefully land a job down there. A few years till that happens though.<br />
<br />
Speaking of presents, you know how people generally say when there's a raffle or something going on "Oh those are stupid, I never win those, dumb"? Well I usually say that too and it's usually true. The only thing I can remember winning (in a raffle) was a toy boat when I was probably 5 years old. Well. The LexisNexis company was giving out a $500 Amazon gift card. This was happening last fall. I signed up because it was free, and I was like, ah what the heck. AND I TOTALLY WON! $500 baby. Definitely happy about that, cause I've been meaning to get a new graphics card for the computer. And so in a few days, the second love of my life will be getting a new upgrade.<br />
<br />
<img alt="Sapphire Radeon HD 7750 1GB DDR5 HDMI / DVI-I / DP PCI-Express Graphics Card 11202-00-20G" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51TN84SGLJL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /><br />
<br />
There it is. A beautiful, gorgeous, 1GB graphics card. While it's definitely not top of the line, the fact that I'm currently running integrated graphics means that my gameplay and video experience is about to increase by approximately a bajillion percent. So I'm pretty happy about that.<br />
<br />
Well Jason, there you go. Another blog post. You're like the little devil on my shoulder, encouraging me to write these things.<br />
<br />
Toodaloo.davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-8837411429440214182012-12-16T12:39:00.002-08:002012-12-16T12:39:49.505-08:00What is this feeling of freedom?So Amanda and I finished our finals on Wednesday. And glory be, we remembered what it was like to have freedom again! Hallelejujah, and all those other wonderful praises! Oh man. Law school finals were very rough. I can honestly say that I have never been that stressed during a test before. And that was the interesting thing- I was only stressed during the actual test. While studying and building up to the test I was totally fine. I told myself I would be ok with whatever grade I got, that it would all be groovy. And then during the actual test, holy cow I was frantic and stressed and panicked. So hopefully that doesn't reflect too poorly in my grades. I told Amanda that I definitely didn't do the best of anyone, but I also definitely didn't do the worst. So I'm thinking I'll lope somewhere along in the middle of the pack. Amanda's finals were a little rough on her too- she stressed more before finals than I did for sure. In her own words, her performance was "lackluster"- but immediately after saying that she said lackluster is her favorite word, so take that with a grain of salt.<br />
<br />
So now we're back to that glorious position of having free time. Its pretty funny though- even when you think you aren't going to be doing anything, things just kinda sneak up on you. We've been pretty busy since finals ended. Of course, when I say busy, I mean busy with skiing, Christmas parties, shopping, eating out. Pretty stress free, for the most part. I've also been applying to a lot of externships. In law school its not only your grades that matter. It also matters where you extern. Amanda is dead set on moving back to San Diego, so I've been trying to find externships around there. I've applied for probably 15, and I plan on applying for several more. Its hard because I'm still not sure what type of law I want to go into. There are so many things that sound interesting, and I can't quite set my mind on one. Eventually I'm sure I'll decide one way or the other.<br />
<br />
Lately (read the last few days) I've been obsessing over guns. I've always enjoyed shooting them. At home, we have an old Tekerov pistol and a shotgun that I would take out with my buddies a few times a year and shoot. I always had a blast doing that. And recently, I went with a few law school buddies to go shooting, and the gun fever once again manifested itself. I've been researching a ton, and I've got a few ideas.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<img height="136" id="il_fi" src="http://www.hi-pointfirearms.com/images/guns/C9.gif" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="158" /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This bad boy is the one I think I want to start with. The reason being? It's super cheap- you can usually find a new one for under $150. Its a Hi-Point C9, shooting 9mm in a stock 8 round mag. Ha, I sound super cool saying that. The reviews about it are pretty good. They say it feels a little cheap and heavy, which is expected, but that it fires great and retains its accuracy over a long period of time, which is awesome. So this will probably be the one I start with, because I want to eventually get a concealed carry permit. Here's the other one I'm thinking about getting.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="90" data-width="556" height="90" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSZT5ffVliWRx_8gxocfMVRCmyVNOfMPse1_nyzpmSwc8lteBxIXA" style="height: 90px; width: 556px;" width="556" /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This ones a Russian Mosin Nagant, that shoots big ole bullets. This is one that my buddy Garrett has, and that I've been able to shoot a few times. Super fun, super accurate. The only thing thats a bummer is that its a bolt action, meaning you have to reload it every time. This is a super cheap gun though, and well put together. This is another one on my short list. Finally, the last one I want to purchase.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="183" data-width="275" height="183" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTII2PG86TesepwFPjt3zr5WbGqAZgQ15JRr4oCHqVQmP98A-3s0w" style="height: 183px; width: 275px;" width="275" /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This ones a Maverik 88 pump shotgun, made by Mossberg, who apparently are pretty well known in the gun world. This again is pretty cheap but has pretty good reviews. I'm probably going to wait a while on getting this one though. The reason is that I'm terrible at clay pigeon shooting. When I went with my buddy a few days ago, I couldn't hit a single one! Super frustrating, but shotguns are fun to shoot regardless, and eventually I'll get one of these.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So that is my recent obsession. Guns are really fun, as long as they are handled with the degree of care warranted something capable of killing. This is especially true as you think about the horrible recent shootings. My heart just goes out to those families. I feel such rage and such sadness at the same time. I'm reminded of the passage in the Book of Mormon where Alma says that God lets the innocent suffer so that the wicked may be proven guilty and so punished, or something like that. Its times like these that I do feel incredibly grateful to know that God has a plan for us beyond this life, and that those little children are up in heaven with the angels right now.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
If I don't post soon, then Merry Christmas!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<br />
<br />davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-1024547762593736332012-11-08T22:43:00.002-08:002012-11-08T22:43:56.573-08:00Lahh Skeewl.This is David writing on the far side of 2 whole months of law school. And what a 2 months it has been. OBJECTION, Your Honor! Leading the witness!<br />
<br />
I digress...<br />
<br />
It was much fun, much fun to finally be able to start law school. After all the hype, after all the admonitions, after all the repetitive lawyer jokes (Hint: no one likes lawyers), I was ready to get my booty on to bigger and better things. I was ready to become an analytical machine, tackling the greatest legal problems that minds had to offer, bringing a sense of freedom, and justice to the galaxy!<br />
<br />
And then I attended class.<br />
<br />
Now don't get me wrong- I really enjoy my classes for the most part. But holy moley, any delusions of grandeur go right out the door the first time the teacher calls on you. I was first called on in Torts (not the sweet delicious pastries), and while I'd read about that curious sensation of having all the blood in your body rush to your face, I'd never before experienced it. <b style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">http://tinyurl.com/asdvn6u. </b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Luckily it was totally fine, I knew the answer all right, and it was over before it started. I was called on a few times in other classes (and am still called "Mr. Beety" by one of my teachers) but the first time was the roughest.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Law school is interesting. There are a lot of different views that are out there about what it actually is. Probably one of the more prevalent ones was aptly stated by a 3L the other day: "You don't come to law school to get an education, you come to get a job". Which really is true. Aside from actual classes, everything is geared towards getting employment. And to be honest, I really don't like that. The way it generally works out is your 1st summer you extern at one or two places. Then in the fall of your second year, several firms come and interview you, and many times you get your job based off of this. I think that any hiring practice that recruits someone when they're only 1/3 of the way through their education is silly. But that's just mean. Many folks seem to think if it ain't broke, find the elements of the negligence claim and see if they really breached the duty. If you know what I mean.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So I'm enjoying law school and Amanda is doing </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">really well like usual in her ME classes.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;">And how about this big news eh?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRLQUrpMXYZ79rHiz8nDu1BdyWOd85wSI7K6qjMhxUWJbW-upsg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="273" data-width="184" height="200" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRLQUrpMXYZ79rHiz8nDu1BdyWOd85wSI7K6qjMhxUWJbW-upsg" style="height: 273px; width: 184px;" width="134" /></a></div>
<br />
No longer a trilogy, no longer a six-ology (?), but we get to see even more new movies come out! As the resident Star Wars nerd, several people have asked me how I feel about bad boy Georgie selling those rights to Disney. I have mixed views. On one hand, ITS STAR WARS FOR GOODNESS SAKE. Anything that has to do with Star Wars can't be wrong (in the spirit of full disclosure, the Star Wars Christmas special was terrible. If you haven't seen it- please don't). I would love to have some more movies, see some more planets, and watch some more dudes do backflips over each other while swinging lightsabers.<br />
<br />
<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="258" data-width="195" height="258" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTa4AGX_fagfBko_fMpN5BD4P_kA2w2Gd5vIVhYP7cIWygCf6gn" style="height: 258px; width: 195px;" width="195" /><br />
(On the other hand)<br />
<br />
They could very well butcher this. They could make these movies into box office failures. I feel that their acquisition of Pixar has brought out some sloppy movies. DC and Marvel, I'm still on the fence. But either way, I'll hope for the best- and you know I'll be at the midnight premiere in costume!<br />
<br />
And so I end my somewhat senseless rant. This was posted in response to positive peer pressure from an unnamed brother-in-law, but I'm glad I was able to do it. With so little time to journal (and so little desire to), this helps serve as an outlet where I can get out some of whats going on in life.<br />
<br />
Till next time...davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-71730223554969459712012-04-16T21:06:00.001-07:002012-04-16T21:06:12.456-07:00Gradumating!Well, here I am, David, one take home final away from graduation. I've already got a summer job lined up. And ironically, I'm working at a job that I'm actually making less at than I did at the job I had in college! I was working at the Bookstore, in the posh job of Sales Associate in the computer department, and riding high at 9.75 an hour. Now I'm calling people and trying to get them to meet with their insurance agent, at 7.50 an hour. Well, they say that a bachelor's degree is the new High school diploma. Guess I'm starting to agree with them. After all, I did major in psychology...<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVdAeM-BGkj4Wu6BbB-iZ4AnD6G5j_7MGDIQ0k2GExJUtPkdHKJpLmgxyAh3b8IkwmKfVap2bNRzjmT-MKjUPx5odbETm5Oz_UC1NwG8M2gUgTejuvISt1niW729HwgCqoMWcaZybpnQ/s1600/tumblr_lzplmwQZym1qbnggp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVdAeM-BGkj4Wu6BbB-iZ4AnD6G5j_7MGDIQ0k2GExJUtPkdHKJpLmgxyAh3b8IkwmKfVap2bNRzjmT-MKjUPx5odbETm5Oz_UC1NwG8M2gUgTejuvISt1niW729HwgCqoMWcaZybpnQ/s320/tumblr_lzplmwQZym1qbnggp.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The gay seal doesn't really care for my psychology degree very much. But he'll get whats coming to him once I become a big bad lawyer, and I can sue for discrimination in internet memes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amanda however, has had a ton of good experience this year with a lot of practical stuff. In mechanical engineering, you don't only learn about things but you actually do them. She learned how to program, and made a basic calculator, she programmed a robot to rescue a toy, and her <i>magnum opus </i>was the pipsqueak engine that she and her team built. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNqCuHbkPnQ&feature=g-upl&context=G287b4e2AUAAAAAAAAAA" target="_blank">Amanda's Pipsqueak Engine</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's really cool, because they bought that material, and machined all of it themselves. They essentially had several blocks of aluminum, steel and bronze, and they created that little machine. I think it is really, really cool. One day Amanda is going to change the world, and I'm glad I get to be around when that happens!</div>davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-90483658562088924802012-03-07T16:34:00.000-08:002012-03-07T16:34:19.964-08:00Tough DecisionsAmanda and I are definitely at a crossroads in our life. Let me explain.<br />
<br />
I took the LSAT last summer and did reasonably well. I also have a reasonably good GPA. These factors have combined to get me some reasonably good acceptance to some reasonably good law schools. Sound reasonable? What that's boiled down to so far is that I've got into the U law school- ranked 41, pretty good, good placement, and the Thomas Jefferson School of Law, not ranked, fairly bad, not great placement. Why even mention TJSL? Did I mention it is in San Diego, that I have a full tuition scholarship there, that it is in San Diego, that I will probably graduate near the top of my class, that it is in San Diego, that Amanda and I want to live in San Diego, and that it is in San Diego? It makes for a very tough decision, because I would probably secure a good job out of the U as long as I did well in school. However, both Amanda and I have decided we don't want to live in UT, mostly because of this<br />
<br />
<img height="124" src="http://stwot.motortrend.com/files/2012/01/Utah-Snowstorm-1-623x389.jpg" width="200" /> <br />
<br />
But also because of this<br />
<br />
<img height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV78LAm_KARHqnRAZNDvj9xj_F-l1R9ep9s3MkLwdoj8UpGBfEdqd7_KNwLNlLB52W5Q3YhM9Vr-nyqbu1UMLA0-7U0vJWl02he5s0Sx3K5EBpbXpCIB1Zj48d6oGVZyAAKqy404i2_zx7/s200/funny+mormon+missionary+mormons+gonna+morm+haters+gonna+hate.png" width="200" /> <br />
<br />
Argue for it how you will, we just would rather live in San Diego. In all fairness, a lot of it is coming from Amanda. I would definitely rather live in California, of course. But I don't want to live out of UT quite so bad. I think its the cold. She just has a hard time staying warm.<br />
<br />
And so that's where our lives are at right now. Its a tough decision just because it will probably affect us for a long time based on where we decide to go to law school. But until then.davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-14418302542113743892012-02-02T20:58:00.000-08:002012-02-02T20:58:12.134-08:00Every Day I'm PicturingFo' real though. Have you ever seen those videos on YouTube where people take a picture every day for a year, and its pretty cool? Well Amanda has decided that we are going to do that all of our lives. We might miss a day here or there, but I think its going to be fun. And of course, when she says all of our lives I'm really assuming it will probably be a few months. But either way it'll be fun to give it a whirl. She does make us use the same position every time. Her on the left holding the camera, me on the right. She looks beautiful in every picture, but I have to make up these faces so no one will realize what a great deal I'm getting in this marriage business. Please see a few examples below.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkzRyXTSPwT8v-3oxgvB5ul-9KJ03rth5d-48QMHSLZXJ9hw2mL2cy03sSsMxXjaTMPgy9afYY3DIGLnTqL97deIwxN8dESMmI-Vl1eQXhzos9q29CK1GVta3NI-NPqhJ6nhUKpVdRzic/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkzRyXTSPwT8v-3oxgvB5ul-9KJ03rth5d-48QMHSLZXJ9hw2mL2cy03sSsMxXjaTMPgy9afYY3DIGLnTqL97deIwxN8dESMmI-Vl1eQXhzos9q29CK1GVta3NI-NPqhJ6nhUKpVdRzic/s200/IMG_0099.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeh1-A_BiOP87K6G2vBguoitCmLBphoCrJ23u5jWiK03MdVWX54msNLGLYhTobwoWNYzhPtb4ZgfRShF2aaz0KPuU8tbcDsR4jo3mc1YDtei0uqXcpMRz906SAEg09wBx-2gcYi1uJ0o/s1600/IMG_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeh1-A_BiOP87K6G2vBguoitCmLBphoCrJ23u5jWiK03MdVWX54msNLGLYhTobwoWNYzhPtb4ZgfRShF2aaz0KPuU8tbcDsR4jo3mc1YDtei0uqXcpMRz906SAEg09wBx-2gcYi1uJ0o/s200/IMG_0091.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFec-GZ0Y3ET6IrAhWAWWN8LrQNrqfBYBC1Wba_bUajwwt7pjM97ZBJvWV4aMcZuV6ad3w8qdvrBpbMGWOIARls1dIJErCPHJnumnLeWAkHbsC_YN3SFIHSUx7FtLqG6AsAXGKp8UvK9w/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFec-GZ0Y3ET6IrAhWAWWN8LrQNrqfBYBC1Wba_bUajwwt7pjM97ZBJvWV4aMcZuV6ad3w8qdvrBpbMGWOIARls1dIJErCPHJnumnLeWAkHbsC_YN3SFIHSUx7FtLqG6AsAXGKp8UvK9w/s200/IMG_0046.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
So thats our idea for adventure this time around.<br />
<br />
Speaking of adventures, aren't TV shows excellent? Amanda and I have this habit of getting each other addicted to fun TV shows. It started with me watching Modern Family in front of her. Well, she just had to watch that. Then she watched Vampire Diaries, and well it just wouldn't do for me not to watch that. Our most current is Glee, which we are watching on Netflix (thanks Nat and Jon). We both have our own too though. Amanda loves Pretty Little Liars, and thats just one that I can't get into. For myself, Downton Abbey has become the second pivot point of my life. School has long since taken a distant 12th place on my list of important things to do.<br />
<br />
And school- oh school. Law school is the next big ticket for our future family, and we've heard some good news. I was recently informed I was accepted at the University of Utah's law school! While BYU will probably still be our #1 choice, the U is a very close second. That was awesome news that we got recently. Other than that, our lives continue on. Happiness surrounds us, and we hope it always will.<br />
<br />
Time for the next episode....davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-80740626567256445532012-01-07T00:11:00.000-08:002012-01-07T00:11:36.720-08:00New Years Resolution #1: Make a ResolutionSpending our first New Years together was a ton o' fun. We pretty much had 2 weeks of vacation together at la casa of the abuela of Amanda. And after an entire week of being apart, we sure needed it! Meeting all the fam was a blast, and having that many relatives together is always super great. Grandma Marilyn got each of the boys a remote control helicopter. Everything went fine until the first time Jason took it for a spin. On his first try, he managed to break off one of the landing gear. Thats ok- its funner to try and land it on one. Jason and Dana got us some sweet presents, including this awesome pair of matching monkey sock onesie pajamas.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIjik1Ndztdgbc2pGjWy3jijiwu9l-wXKYfgVAAsASsN6xYkws5pZRGDq4meQtlHyQfhzhwWqEM4622jOhPH76Q_xl1n-tW9tKwFuvo9DEhwSKHiTJQz0Z79z2d18p_bE-vSvRXPxYWQ/s1600/115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIjik1Ndztdgbc2pGjWy3jijiwu9l-wXKYfgVAAsASsN6xYkws5pZRGDq4meQtlHyQfhzhwWqEM4622jOhPH76Q_xl1n-tW9tKwFuvo9DEhwSKHiTJQz0Z79z2d18p_bE-vSvRXPxYWQ/s320/115.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Don't be jelly. Thats internet lingo for jealous, for all you oldies out there.<br />
<br />
New Years Eve was pretty fun. Dason (Dana and Jason) and Natalion (Natalie and Jon) and us all played some Taboo. Amanda got mad at us for being bad guessers, then Natalie got mad cause Amanda was mad (does pregnancy really excuse everything? Wish I was a girl...) However, Jon and I worked our magic, and got the ladies back together so we could all celebrate New Year's eve in style. The Roberts family came back up, and after we convinced Amanda that counting down from 30 would be much too long, we welcomed in the New Year.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKLTq_-D7jrul1jRBmc-3nrHAqvilsH3-T19rg9r-n6F0wJE1jt5QA5ui-xpLC9HOds-2mQEKCpsbNYotHPmDvIeEUnyI0EOHG9YlBduq4WPMgBWfuxhi7bYpbW_zM9ZM8iSvl63f_HA/s1600/383799_3007124460317_1328605045_3182390_1759364623_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWKLTq_-D7jrul1jRBmc-3nrHAqvilsH3-T19rg9r-n6F0wJE1jt5QA5ui-xpLC9HOds-2mQEKCpsbNYotHPmDvIeEUnyI0EOHG9YlBduq4WPMgBWfuxhi7bYpbW_zM9ZM8iSvl63f_HA/s320/383799_3007124460317_1328605045_3182390_1759364623_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Oh, don't worry. Jason always looks like that.<br />
<br />
And now school begins again. It always feels like you're barely done with finals before you're already starting on the next semester's load of work. Wish us luck ya'all.davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-89228139115890591262011-12-11T22:50:00.000-08:002011-12-11T22:50:30.242-08:00Finals Blues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wh9DK8_DuHUdyfpq1B6n14Pey8orCQPJf72aSzwuUXpUr4Zw297_3WmXMnEhT8YN0V-xqhkDod1Y5fk2-n6aP2CtKQUM7iVtJhGWD_PPbFArqesBmg7U8E7CuILPVduNknjZ1sBqhOs/s1600/IMG_0260%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wh9DK8_DuHUdyfpq1B6n14Pey8orCQPJf72aSzwuUXpUr4Zw297_3WmXMnEhT8YN0V-xqhkDod1Y5fk2-n6aP2CtKQUM7iVtJhGWD_PPbFArqesBmg7U8E7CuILPVduNknjZ1sBqhOs/s320/IMG_0260%255B1%255D.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
For any of those who have attempted college, or anything like unto it, this scene may seem vaguely familiar. As you study your heart out, learning about all those displacement currents and sinusoidal waves, something amazing happens. It's called sleep. And then you wake up an hour later with your notes now unintelligible, because you find you've drooled all over them. Funny side note, Amanda really does drool in her sleep.<br />
<br />
But finals.<br />
<br />
Some teacher, somewhere back in time, at the conference of Evil Teachers of the World, had devised a most devious plot. "Not only will we force them to learn pointless things that they'll forget the moment they leave our class" she said with a sinister cackle, "We'll also force them to remember all of it at the end of the semester! Mwahahahaha!" And so finals were born. It's the one week, during all the semester, where students actually care about what their teacher said during the class periods that they were playing Angry Birds on their iPods. I have a sneaking suspicion that when we were coming down to Earth, we still had no clue what a last minute cram session at 3 in the morning would really be like. I for one would have curled up in Heaven in my little ball of ignorance, and put a Do Not Disturb sign on my angelic cubicle.<br />
<br />
Alas.<br />
<br />
It would unfortunately appear that to get any kind of a decent job these days, you have to get that durned college degree. Boy howdy. Actually, it would appear that to get any kind of really decent job you have to do some kind of graduate work. Three cheers for school for years and years and years.... But right now, at the end of a sesh of studying, my brain feels just like what this book seems to be about.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLjmoIiwviAXlI-WuUMTnDbDCyb-dRqtI0i5pDLyrP3mtc1frW0Gyt1suJDgO40Wc712BvqBTfzTdd-9yAzJzKDjnPBDfmPNpmE2A8nJaMofchvuu21xLQMO8yjt_KfjubeVq3Gnmd9w/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLjmoIiwviAXlI-WuUMTnDbDCyb-dRqtI0i5pDLyrP3mtc1frW0Gyt1suJDgO40Wc712BvqBTfzTdd-9yAzJzKDjnPBDfmPNpmE2A8nJaMofchvuu21xLQMO8yjt_KfjubeVq3Gnmd9w/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
So there you have it folks. To all those who have yet to go through college- I pity you. For all those of you who are in college right now- I sympathize with you. For all those of you in some kind of graduate program- I admire you. And for all those of you finished with school and laughing at the drudgery of it all- well, you just might wake up to a flaming bag of Dragonfly Poo on your doorstep tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Cheerio.davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-89983513284603247102011-11-27T20:22:00.000-08:002011-11-27T20:22:15.357-08:00A Thanksgiving Full of BuckshotJust as a precursor, the title for this post is somewhat misleading. But you'll understand why soon enough.<br />
<br />
We had an awesome Thanksgiving! After shopping with Jon and Natalie for all the grub, we enjoyed a pleasant night on their couch and floor, respectively. They sure are great to let a couple of college students stay at their place. We headed up to Grandma Robert's the next day and met up with Cyndi and Dave, who got there before us. Here's a picture of them in case you've forgotten who they are.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6K98_WIlJ0At2WrhyNXBux_SVJKHKKN24GZ80KwRZobqxODKd3CoWIqNqCeXmEUhrWg3P1TbYh5VyrUwaN5odQC_bIgUWBwkIQVuxuICaNyDq6MmM0iOBiHAdH1sw7ysS7YkHmJf18UM/s1600/297492_2610232698091_1323188159_3101829_2027639840_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6K98_WIlJ0At2WrhyNXBux_SVJKHKKN24GZ80KwRZobqxODKd3CoWIqNqCeXmEUhrWg3P1TbYh5VyrUwaN5odQC_bIgUWBwkIQVuxuICaNyDq6MmM0iOBiHAdH1sw7ysS7YkHmJf18UM/s320/297492_2610232698091_1323188159_3101829_2027639840_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
They're pretty fun. We prepped what we could for the feast the next day, then went to bed with visions of dinner rolls dancing in our heads. Only to wake up to Thanksgiving more! After a fairly uneventful breakfast, and wandering around the house drooling, we sat down to our delicious feast. Seated at the table were:<br />
David, Dave, Nick (Dave's son), Cyndi, Dick, Grandpa Wright, Grandma Roberts, Jon, Natalie, Gage, Amanda. If you're thinking to yourself "HOLY COW THAT'S A GREAT GROUP OF PEOPLE!" well, you're thinking would be correct.<br />
<br />
Note to self: don't eat so much stuffing next year.<br />
<br />
One of the highlights of the evening was Amanda mastering 'Yankee Doodle' on those crystal goblets that you can run your finger around the rim and make a note. After 20 minutes and an endless number of tries, she gave a successful performance to her mom and Dave. Her mom couldn't quite catch the tune after 3 renditions, but Dave, after hearing the first 3 notes, immediately announced "It's Yankee Doodle!" Props to you Dave. Props to you.<br />
<br />
So after the symphony, we all headed over to the theater to watch Hugo. It was a pretty good flick. Good moral, good acting, good message, and great 3D glasses. If you pop out the reflective part afterwards, you own a great pair of hipster glasses. Which apparently was a trend 3 years ago, but really- fashion is what you make of it. Right? Hmmmm. Speaking of fashion, we actually got to meet a live Jedi!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKU2UX2dUPNlaNF2sXt5p4Zt19p_SjgsJh1BwR7PUUqB1jDK1WkycEYIvRED6Nn-d-FcZg5Te39pblt5x-C4mH19InV4hNrymS3qqcwoOYn_NmbpIO7o7ANCbLtqmqhmz5Dk0RwAYT3tQ/s1600/2011-11-24+23.20.36+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKU2UX2dUPNlaNF2sXt5p4Zt19p_SjgsJh1BwR7PUUqB1jDK1WkycEYIvRED6Nn-d-FcZg5Te39pblt5x-C4mH19InV4hNrymS3qqcwoOYn_NmbpIO7o7ANCbLtqmqhmz5Dk0RwAYT3tQ/s320/2011-11-24+23.20.36+%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
I got her autograph too. It was pretty cool. She used some kind of Jedi mind trick on me, not sure what happened there.<br />
<br />
Black Friday is notorious for its early morning shoppers, but we all spit in it's face by sleeping in until 10. Were all the great deals gone? Probably. Did we care? No. What did we do instead? We went shooting!<br />
Dave had brought up his two handguns, two very cool .40s, and also his .22 rifle. There's a shooting range in Murray, so Dave, Nick, Amanda and I went over there to vent some steam and bullets. Imagine two glass sheets to either side, and targets in front of you. That's the shooting range. It was a little disconcerting to see a patch of shattered glass in ours that had obviously come from a bullet. Not sure what happened there... At first we all shot handguns. No one was super amazing as far as accuracy goes, but we all had fun with them. Then Amanda decided to grace us all with her personality that is apparently a dead eye. Once we pulled out the .22, she shot like Annie Oakley. Here's your shot of the target.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1I3kRjPKQdlMZbXmSBjt-ouesMgo2-ZstoOWIZFiQrghX-bOcMh21cqV75C___CzVPvyxaBBMelXvmkhvj2Ty_P9Y3lpRtMEWQNL1SFi1n0kj4KR98tOzaV_P9xdIgocX9TZA8P3XTY/s1600/IMG_0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi1I3kRjPKQdlMZbXmSBjt-ouesMgo2-ZstoOWIZFiQrghX-bOcMh21cqV75C___CzVPvyxaBBMelXvmkhvj2Ty_P9Y3lpRtMEWQNL1SFi1n0kj4KR98tOzaV_P9xdIgocX9TZA8P3XTY/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Pretty good right? Look at that grouping. Wait- not good enough you say? You could do that you say? Well, let me give you a little perspective on the target.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-Oo60L6q42uljWQDgX_CB4ifkgsuWbzGnpKEjUv3NDrfOAaPcqr9CSyP5lLWgklD0O_m4RpahFfWwawFyu0FlL977jHqjmtbYNCvKota6CIB9-O3nrK8VHYH7jNr7Lzrh8dXUt9GOLE/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-Oo60L6q42uljWQDgX_CB4ifkgsuWbzGnpKEjUv3NDrfOAaPcqr9CSyP5lLWgklD0O_m4RpahFfWwawFyu0FlL977jHqjmtbYNCvKota6CIB9-O3nrK8VHYH7jNr7Lzrh8dXUt9GOLE/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
That's right, at roughly 30 yards Amanda put a grouping of about 2 square inches on a teeny little target. And note the bulls-eye. I think the FBI sniper division has found its next scholarship child.<br />
<br />
So overall, Thanksgiving was a blast. The pros? Delicious food, great family, fun shooting, great jokes, and just an overall atmosphere of love. The cons? Getting called Jon 4 times, losing in foosball, overeating, and getting shown up by my fiance in shooting guns.<br />
<br />
Until next time folks.davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-36884707320810728392011-11-06T20:19:00.000-08:002011-11-06T20:19:14.739-08:00Weekend FunPrior to this post, there are a few things you should know about David and Amanda. In social situations, I like to be the rule breaker. Many's the time we've been walking across campus, and I'll start singing at the top of my lungs, or say something in a loud voice like "AMANDA I THOUGHT YOU HAD YOUR BOWEL PROBLEM UNDER CONTROL". Amanda's reaction is always priceless. She'll duck and run away, pretend she doesn't know me, or just get super red. I just laugh.<br />
<br />
However, when it comes to breaking other rules- say trespassing- I stick to the line. I usually am super paranoid about ever doing anything even slightly illegal. Amanda is usually okay with things like that. For example, using a hot tub when you don't actually live at that apartment complex. Hot tubbing, prior to my time here at BYU, was an unknown and foreign concept to me. "Using someone else's hot tub? But you'd go to jail!" I think you get the gist. So there we were Friday night with not much to do, when Amanda says the dreaded words- "Lets go to Raintree and use their hot tub!"<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI-BFh8nupHq_jbNAJW3VvUhSA7xGwj21Ztf_B6bL_6Ey_fhuOesrcv9W34Fxo6YME9Cmp2vl6nracWZpgUApVW40ApVMqTzcSyjJpK9HPeaBf_2FmvcGOcj5BTclPWeiqlTt5I3UA7s/s1600/n1272143018_30275164_912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI-BFh8nupHq_jbNAJW3VvUhSA7xGwj21Ztf_B6bL_6Ey_fhuOesrcv9W34Fxo6YME9Cmp2vl6nracWZpgUApVW40ApVMqTzcSyjJpK9HPeaBf_2FmvcGOcj5BTclPWeiqlTt5I3UA7s/s320/n1272143018_30275164_912.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
For my reaction, see above picture.<br />
<br />
I immediately pulled out all the classics. "Oh I'm really tired. I don't really feel like it. It's a little cold isn't it? Lets watch a movie! How bout we make out?" None of them worked. Amanda wasn't to be deterred. So we went over there, with me in a cold sweat the whole time, with the idea of jumping a fence paramount in illegality to stealing a car in my mind. I could already see the headlines: "Fiancees caught breaking into Raintree hot tub- death sentence expected" What would happen to all of our unborn little children? We were doomed. Finally, we were at Raintree. We went over to the gate and.... it was unlocked. So we walked right in and.... pretty much every other person in the hot tub didn't live there either.<br />
<br />
In the end we had a great time. It was so warm, and later that night we made some homemade rootbeer and had some chocolate peanut butter bars.<br />
<br />
Moral of the story? Amanda is a friggin hot sexy mama who is always right.<br />
<br />
Guess who wrote that.davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702131469878183872.post-47568787532146364502011-11-03T21:41:00.000-07:002011-11-03T21:41:19.273-07:00Ahhh, Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3CgeBjca5ZkkgZOxq6AHg3XGPdYrZnRkme-QDMPA_w-rppdcvl5HN3equJnI7wRtcwCC9wDd9cy9r7rsaJkSpcezalzMjfHnbGMhJbvgtBrNFuh3KjSWQS5KP3Pp3X9kt7Te0dmPB0c/s1600/303221_580755784819_122803026_31967852_2092766698_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA3CgeBjca5ZkkgZOxq6AHg3XGPdYrZnRkme-QDMPA_w-rppdcvl5HN3equJnI7wRtcwCC9wDd9cy9r7rsaJkSpcezalzMjfHnbGMhJbvgtBrNFuh3KjSWQS5KP3Pp3X9kt7Te0dmPB0c/s320/303221_580755784819_122803026_31967852_2092766698_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Mawwiage is what brings us togeva, today. Well not really. We're not married yet. But it seems the new hip and groovy thing to do is to start a blog once you find your significant other.<br />
<br />
So here we go.<br />
<br />
It would probably be appropriate to start here with a brief Amandavid history. (Get it? Our names together? Get it?) We were initially set up by 1. Kayleen, Amanda's bestie and 2. Tiago, David's last mission companion. Those two were dating, and thought to themselves "Who are the two coolest people we could set up on a blind date?" Yep, it was us. Amanda was of course immediately smitten by my charming looks and witty personality. I was attracted to Amanda because of her intellectual nature. Good joke, am I right? Talk about the hottest being I have ever laid eyes on! Not hands though, if any of her family is reading this.<br />
<br />
So that date was really fun. The next week we decided to do a double date and carve some pumpies.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjuWpJjKFrL3UhxUzgX_igL4h9SE2kkSkUWF3AZJqI6a7hu7BAFGOXulcl2GPkhzkbEKmi-FzkmNYcmdWSBjp-cVJLrl-njCdBDiYyDBAful61ykZ2nOu1JWSsTQiGH4W8Lul7j0jcGU/s1600/72493_1702598324666_1229197611_31970424_3295278_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjuWpJjKFrL3UhxUzgX_igL4h9SE2kkSkUWF3AZJqI6a7hu7BAFGOXulcl2GPkhzkbEKmi-FzkmNYcmdWSBjp-cVJLrl-njCdBDiYyDBAful61ykZ2nOu1JWSsTQiGH4W8Lul7j0jcGU/s320/72493_1702598324666_1229197611_31970424_3295278_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Notice we're still not to the touching phase yet. That wasn't the end, it was only the beginning. We went on several more dates, going to comedy clubs, making music videos, watching all of the Star Wars movies (except the last one for some reason), baking a cake....<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja31DqWbDjDbIQbaKyM7gi-8sPmn_PO9kaCe_VHTHtov07F_h2YxrW7RyokgBFT2dj1xqRZE8zBwtdJXMbtr7_6JK37kQejbBWHfAkjBqLcbvoOCPSsysl-o_FdN5AE3IXSmnLU22Y4ec/s1600/135047_1567866237879_1272143018_31446403_3178836_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja31DqWbDjDbIQbaKyM7gi-8sPmn_PO9kaCe_VHTHtov07F_h2YxrW7RyokgBFT2dj1xqRZE8zBwtdJXMbtr7_6JK37kQejbBWHfAkjBqLcbvoOCPSsysl-o_FdN5AE3IXSmnLU22Y4ec/s320/135047_1567866237879_1272143018_31446403_3178836_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
And then finally, we were Facebook official. Cong-rats! What the heck is a cong rat? Nevertheless, we perservered. Of course, there were difficulties along the way. We both discovered that one of us had intense love while the other had an intense hatred for olives. Luckily we surpassed that hurdle. But it was a rough patch. We broke up twice (for 5 minutes each time. I just wanted to say we'd broken up. Amanda still shakes her head about that.) but you know. We're here baby.<br />
<br />
We were lucky enough to go to San Diego when Tiago and Kayleen were married. We laughed about it then saying, wouldn't it be weird if we got married too?<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vWc9FsgTCFJTFc7F7Vf-e0nFY6k5PDkcMdNf6Iw1JkkC5RwnZbPD7a3DKS7ervjDE26aBEA7vFzfnClqOxdjBzd3rbQrHLnf4yZx3l93kqCnmafNQHTmCMBjnSicfqyEDxT227sl_hk/s1600/218027_2028623715097_1229197611_32536920_5520805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vWc9FsgTCFJTFc7F7Vf-e0nFY6k5PDkcMdNf6Iw1JkkC5RwnZbPD7a3DKS7ervjDE26aBEA7vFzfnClqOxdjBzd3rbQrHLnf4yZx3l93kqCnmafNQHTmCMBjnSicfqyEDxT227sl_hk/s320/218027_2028623715097_1229197611_32536920_5520805_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Well, looks like its gonna happen for us too. And boy are we excited. The one thing I'm not excited about is Amanda's tendency to figure out every surprise I plan for her before it occurs. Take today. As I was innocently looking in my bag, she decided to take a quick peek. Luckily enough the surprise was in a bag, but she just HAD to know what was in the bag. My quick thinking deferred any questions. I didn't get so lucky when I proposed though. I had purchased the ring in secret, wanting her to be super surprised. I hid it under my pillow. In retrospect, not the best of hiding places. She left a gift for me on my bed, and very sweetly decided to make my bed. SURPRISE! Oh wait.....<br />
<br />
Luckily, I was still able to surprise her. I was so calm, cool, and collected the whole day. Think Harrison Ford and James Dean with a side of Frank Sinatra. I had her roommate set up a special spot to us with flower petals and candles, and luckily Amanda hadn't guessed that one.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5ySouhLJXoNJFKkhmbL7jaXiq2_EjYu8r4g4By5HDLrvPVa5mUTw-mPeWAMCkSk9CbRmPXUa4sKUCvAjaDHlSIjbo62-k01jn6CiWKzmXc88F4d17lp9shWHgj0tS3aRQxB379a26Hs/s1600/333634_579275631059_122803026_31954538_322113183_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5ySouhLJXoNJFKkhmbL7jaXiq2_EjYu8r4g4By5HDLrvPVa5mUTw-mPeWAMCkSk9CbRmPXUa4sKUCvAjaDHlSIjbo62-k01jn6CiWKzmXc88F4d17lp9shWHgj0tS3aRQxB379a26Hs/s320/333634_579275631059_122803026_31954538_322113183_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
She said yes. And here we are folks. Two of the most stunningly beautiful people to grace Brigham Young University will tie the knot in May. We look forward to the posts and good times. Until then....<br />
<br />
May the Force be with you. (Yes, that was David's idea)davidunderscorefetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041267770535482233noreply@blogger.com2