Well, this may not seem like a great way to start our first blog, but hey!  I am sick with some sort of throat/head/sneezing/coughing/runnynose/ouchy sickness.  In some parts of the world this may be considered a cold, but I consider it hell.  The only perk to things like this is that if you are as lucky as me you have a wonderful husband to take care of you (thank you Brock.)  Already tonight he has made me Progresso chicken noodle soup, which is WAY better than the Campbell's kind (no offense Campbell's), and brought me home chocolate chunk ice cream.  My sisters warned me that ice cream, or any milk-made product is bad for a sore throat, but I ate 3 deliciously huge scoops anyway.  I know I will regret this tomorrow morning when I step on the scale, but so be it.

Tonight, Brock is attempting to fix his truck.  The light behind the dash has been broken on poor Betty Lou since before we met, so she is in desperate need of some TLC.  He joked that I haven't given him even a minute to look at it since we met (the funny thing is that I know he's right.)  I tend to suck up all of his time.  But if you had a husband like mine, you would do the same.

On to happier subjects.  This weekend is our first married Valentine's Day! I am so excited!  I would tell you what we're doing, but it is a big fat surprise, and I wouldn't want Brock finding it out what it is.  I've been planning it for well over a month now, and I am ecstatic that it's finally around the corner.  Now all I've got to do is get over this dumb cold, and we'll be golden.  I'd be so sad if I were still sick by the time this weekend rolls around.

I've been doing a lot of digital scrapbooking lately.  I didn't discover how wonderful this was until just a couple short months ago. Why didn't anyone inform me of this miracle maker?!  I attempted starting on our honeymoon pictures today, but I only got through two pages.  This one isn't that great, but I figured I'd put it up anyway.

This is when we were at the airport in Salt Lake City before flying out to California.  It seems like everything was better on our honeymoon--the coffee tasted better, the water tasted cleaner (except for at our stop in Ensenada, Mexico of course--there we didn't even dare to get to close to the ice cubes), the beds were softer, the sun was brighter, the bloody marys were merrier, the people were friendlier, the songs were sweeter...you get the picture.  It was a very pretty picture.  I think at least once a week we talk about how we wish we were back on that cruise ship.  Life was so carefree.  Just if we could live on one...well, wait, maybe I take that back.  If we lived on a cruise ship, then our story would probably become much like that of Walle's, and we all now how that turned out.  Ha.  

Brock and I LOVE Walle.  I mean when I say love, I really mean love.  We used to always have this joke where I would say, "Walllleeeee!....., and he would say, "Evvvvaaaaaa!"  (If you haven't seen the movie, then just disregard this, because it probably just sounds weird.)  You know, we don't really understand why people don't like this movie.  I've heard so many people say that they hate it, and I'm like, "Seriously, what is there to hate?"  I mean, the old-school dancing, the robot hand-holding, the pizza plants, the cute little cockroach...It is all just so great.  

Well, here it is.  An end to our first blog entry.  Happy blogging!