As I mentioned a while back, I accompanied Alex to St. George for his cousin's wedding. He was the best man and of course had to have a hottie for arm candy. That's why he asked me. That and the fact that he's crazy about me. We drove down to St. George Friday afternoon and got there in time for dinner.
We sat down to dinner of spaghetti and texas toast garlic bread; there was Stan (dad), Laura (mom), sister Michelle, and sister Nicole with husband Phil and baby Carter. About halfway through dinner I smell a smell. "boy that baby stinks. I can smell his poopy diaper from here, why doesn't anyone change him?!" Then I realize there are two dogs in the house. One could have sat lovingly at my feet and farted.
I start to look around for the perp; I glance under the table, no dog. Not two feet to the right of me is a little gift. A little Belle, the Sheltie, gift. Two poop logs with a bow and a card that said "Welcome to the family". At this point I begin giggling like crazy, trying to get Alex's attention but he doesn't understand why I'm cracking up, staring at the ceiling, and pointing at my shoulder. He leans over and about throws up. Stan is upset, "She's never done this before" and then Phil notices another deposit on the opposite end of the table. Needless to say, we lit the candle I bought as a hostess gift but everyone lost their appetite.
The cousin's wedding was outside in a nice garden in 90 degree weather. A little roasty but that's what short sleeves and skirts are for. These aren't the best pictures but for heavens sakes I'm putting them on here. They're all I've got to show for it. That trip has convinced me that I MUST buy a digital camera before any future trips. Disposable cameras are such a joke.
On the lovely bridge in the gardens.
A little overexposed and he's squinty and has some weird shadows going on his face. Seriously, digital camera.
About a month ago we decided to start taking pictures of us, here's from the first photo shoot.
I decided to white out the background because it was his apartment building and there was a huge satellite between our heads. Lovely.
Me being me on the swings.
Alex HATES this one because his nose is squished against my cheek. He's already dubbed this picture the "Parrot Nose Picture".
This one is better but he thinks his neck looks fat. Wait, who's the girl here?
All by himself. He had just gotten his hair cut and it was WAY too short. I've already remedied the situation, this short of a haircut will never happen again. Gives me the shivers just looking at it. And no, he is not a skin head. Just a little self conscious about the receding hairline.
I think the dialog to this next picture went like this:
Alex: Do something cute
Becka: Like what?
Alex: I don't know. You're naturally beautiful, just give me a smile
Becka: *bashful smile* Stoooooooooop
All I'm going to say is he looks dang hot in these glasses and the brown jacket on the bike. Oh holy hannah.
He bought a motorcycle for the summer. Not exactly the best option for someone you're dating but every guy seems to own a motorcycle once in his life.
