Wedding Bridals and Groomals

So, I guess some of you are probably thinking to yourself..."hmm... I wonder what Ashley and Mike's wedding pictures look like."  Let me answer that with some photos. This was such a perfect day, and thank you to all of you who came and made it so!

I posted Bridals and Groomals first, then Wedding Shots and I should have some reception stuff up later as well.  We had the most AMAZING photographer, Luke Hansen, so feel free to check out his blog and order photos if you like any of these. 

The Groom

The Bride

My ruby red slippers

Mike posing for GQ

 

  

 

 

 

  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home Improvement Projects

Good morning!

So I haven't posted in a while not out of suspense but because we are currently stealing, er, securing internet through questionable means, from our complex.  After twenty minutes of methodically pacing the living room in a three foot radius (the length of my extension cord), laying on the floor, and crouching next to the back wall of our bedroom, I finally got service in the one place I didn't think to check-- sitting in the comfy armchair.  I don't know why this surprises me.  After all, our internet is reliable 15% of the time.  I think I'd rather replace the Internet with a dog who can spout off recipes and directions in my hour of need.  At least I know he'd be dependable. 

Mysteries.......
So after a small fiasco Mike and I were going to do some laundry and shower when the most amazing thing happened!  We heard our next door neighbors shower turn on!  I may have commented to Mike earlier this week on whether or not our neighbors actually 'live' in their apartment or if they go somewhere else each morning to shower.  While we can hear our upstairs friends running around all day and night (I visualize them playing an ongoing game of two-person-tag, which is fun especially on long car rides with children) this morning was the first time I think I've actually heard the folks next to us make any noise.  Whether this is because they, in fact, do not occupy that room or because Mike and I drown them out with our smoothie making, bookshelf assembling, stereo listening habits, I may never know.

So as per our past week, Mike and I have been busy with studying and work but he still somehow managed to get our one big "Gimme" item besides a red kitchen aid-- THE IKEA BOOKSHELVES.  This was no small affair.  After four long weeks of calling Ikea every-other morning desperately waiting on their new shipment (of course disguising our voices so personnel wouldn't get wise to us), they finally got the bookshelves in on Wednesday and had ten left by the time Mike teleported over so he could surprise me by the time I got off work. 
 

Some guitar time on the couch before the shelves

Problem:  Too much junk waiting to be stored by shelves

 

Mike excited to finish this project.  He should be on the cover of a cereal box.  Just sayin.

Shelf Assembly

My favorite part of this project was watching Mike work.  At times he'd ask me to read the instructions to him, which would seem a legitimate request unless you've ever bought an Ikea project before.  It was made a bit more difficult considering the instructions consisted of pictures of a smiling stick figure holding what I can only assume from the context to be a hammer.  I wish they would print the directions in English, not Dutch pictography.

 

 

The encrypted directions were fun partly because I got to make up my own instructions using official construction jargon (such as "shove the little stick in that hole there") and partly because Mike got me to do anything 'the instructions said.'  After a few minutes of trying to beat the pieces into submission and scoot along the length of the shelves on my rear, which, Mike assured me, would somehow help the process, Mike discovered how useful a tool the hammer can be.  I think verbatim he said, "The hammer is an amazing invention!"

 

 

Anyways now that it's all said and done, we're really happy with the ambiance they add to our first place!  They look awesome and make our little apartment a "PAD".  Cool.  "We have a pad now!!!"  This is one of the first major steps we've taken to being all growed up.  Now all we need is a talking internet-puppy. 

Finished product

Beginning

{I should Preface this story by showing you this picture 

of my hubby Mike and I and our best awkward faces}

So at 9:30pm Mike and I decided to trek out on an ice cream brigade to the BYU creamery for their AMAZING Graham Canyon ice cream.  Seriously, it tastes like boxed-up sunshine covered in caramel.  Anyhow, as I was passively describing the dynamics of the female purse to him we came about three inches (okay, so more like a foot) away from clipping this cyclist.  Suprised, Mike said, "I didn't see him...he was black!" 

Upon this encounter, I decided to publish a blog.  Actually, I've wanted to blog long before this but now that I'm married, life has become interesting in new ways.  Please don't flood me with how racist that joke was and recognize that it is only to be seen as a teaching lesson.  If you're biking at night, wear those ridiculous flashing things so pedestrians and cars know that you exist.  It's all too often I've seen "Cyclist Hit!" headlining the BYU police beat. 

So now that I've started kind of somewhere in the middle of our story, I'll back up somewhat and give you the background.  I was born in northern Colorado, and some 17 years later I was still there, taking community college classes and going to the local singles ward.  That summer Mike was in Denver selling pest control (yep, he was one of those guys) and attending the same singles ward at church as his lifelong childhood friend, Trevor, which was incidentally my ward as well. 

One Sunday he sat next to me at a friend's baptism and somehow smoothly got my number.  A year and some later, here we are!  I remember reading about the night he asked me out in his journal.  If I remember correctly, it says "...Found out ashley is 17.  Whoops!  Oh well."  This kind of describes our relationship; we're happy, carefree, hopelessly in love, and perfectly excited about the rest of our lives together.