To The Point

Isn't the point of writing something for a journal to educate? - Why then, when people submit articles, are they so incomprehensibly inconsistent that only those who were present during the actual study could possibly comprehend them? If all the writings of the world were suddenly destroyed and the only things to survive were social science journal articles, our posterity would think us utterly ridiculous. Of this I am sure.

Semester's End

Dreading final's week but looking forward to this . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=epUk3T2Kfno

New Happenings

Hey all,

I know I'm terrible at keeping this blog up. I like it though because it's a semi-catalouge of some of the fun things that we have done, so we'll keep it.

I thought I'd let you all know though that Grant and I have started some new blogs, his is for school and mine is more for fun but it's not necessarily about us (you'll see). I'll keep adding (very) periodic updates to this blog to let you know what Grant and I are up to, but if you want to know what we're thinking about, check us out here:

Grant: bighousemedia.wordpress.com

Bri: bricolorful.wordpress.com

And now for some lovely pictures (since silly blogger won't let me organize them, you'll have to see them out of order. Sorry.):

This is Grant and the mini-beatboxing prodigy, Christian Steavens (son of Vocal Point's director).

For Valentine's Day, we went to the Hoogle Zoo. We likened this elephant to the gargantuan load placed on our happy shoulders weekly by educational institutions. :)

Look, it's a mommy and a baby! Precious!

I surprised Granto on Valentine's Day with paper hearts all over and a special dinner. He was just arriving home from a Vocal Point trip to Preston, Idaho.

The obligatory picture of Hannah and I before the start of another Vocal Point concert.

That's all folks. :)

Poem

This week I was at my husband's grandfather's funeral in Florida. My husband has been close to him all his life and he was the one who sealed us together. I wrote this while reflecting on the experience.

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Following the procession to the site
The lawn, a crowd of regal figures tall
From which hangs beard or flowing apparel
All seems dim and gray, even the light.

A gentle current sails 'long lacy drape
To grace the pale, wrinkled cheek in death.
Before his court, the king lies without breath;
a void; an empty shell leaves love agape.

Why at this sad occasion are there blooms
of brightest hue, of lighted face?
It does not seem to me to match the pace.
Side each other: death, life, happy gloom.

The good king only sleeps, God knows.
For us the King of Kings once rose.

Happy Halloween!!

Howdy y'all!

This is Harold the Happy Pumpkin (last year was Brendon the pumpkin)

Trunk or Treat
(sorry I didn't get an upclose of our fabulous homemade decor)

We went to dinner and a show.
This is Hannah, Grant, Bri, and Amanda's hat.

The original (and unbeatable) triad
- you can't replace me girls. The girls at dinner.

Us "cowpokes" at dinner

Sisters AND friends - by choice!

Now on to Christmas... yee haw!!

Conversation

Grant: I don't understand why girls are so proud of their bruises. I get a bruise, and I'm like, "OW! That hurts!" Then some kid pushes on it or it bumps into something and it hurts even more!

Bri: It's because your a man.

Grant: ...

Bri: You are already seen as tough and manly. We women have to prove our tenacity! Thus, when we get a bruise, we're like, "Do you see this?! Look at this baby! It's huge!"

Grant: Aw. When you get a bruise it just makes me want to be more gentle with you and kiss it better.

Bri: That's because you're a man. Sigh. ... Oh! But I do LIKE that you're a man!!!

Did you follow that logic? College is doing us a lot of good. We're learning tons. Really.



(No spouses were harmed in the making of this post)

1st Year Wedding Anniversary

Nothing says Happy Anniversary like year old wedding cake.

.... yum.