You girls with boyfriends and husbands, I need a word—we need to talk about letting your man have guys night out.

Tell me, why is this even an issue? Why is it mentioned on every list of "How to Improve Your Relationship"? 

This should be a no brainer for many reasons:

1. All of his guy friends will think you are the coolest girlfriend/wife ever. I swear sometimes I feel like an endangered species because Breck's friends are so in awe that I'm cool with him going out. This has an extra bonus because his friends will talk you up to your bf/husband, and that reinforces his deep satisfaction in choosing you. 

2. You can do WHATEVER YOU WANT! Face it, the days are numbered that you have completely to yourself.  For instance, tonight, Breck is watching the NCAA game with a couple his friends. If he hadn't gone out, he would be watching it in the living room and demanding pizza. Instead, I went and got gelato:
 A new book:
And some chick flicks:
(Redbox Code DVDONME for a free movie!)
And now I have the whole house and the whole night to be a girly slob. How is that not awesome?

3. He misses you and is ecstatic to see you at the end of the night! As much fun as his friends are... they don't have boobs. 

4. He realizes how good he has it. More often than not, he will hear horror stories from his friends relationships and be so glad that the worst thing he can say about you is that you sometimes forget to put your toothbrush in the toothbrush holder. 

5. It makes you look confident. And confidence is hella sexy. 

6. He thinks he owes you. So next time you want to go to the World of Dance competition, instead of groaning, he buys you a pretty dress, takes you to your favorite restaurant, and says it makes him feel like Bradley Cooper from Silver Linings Playbook. 

There you go. It's a win any way you look at it. So next time he asks to go play with his guys, don't get butt hurt about it! It isn't about you. Tell him you'll miss him, to be safe, and then kick him out and start the bubble bath. 

ALSO! I got a hair cut/color and I'm in love! 
Gay stylists for the win!



I grew up in a lame ward. Right when I was getting into the Young Women's program, our boundaries changed, leaving me with no one my age and very few youth to speak of, much less anyone I'd hang out with outside of normal church activities.

A year passed and life went on. Sunday was boring, mutual was boring, and our newly formed ward felt frumpy and disjointed.

Then one summer day, just before the Fourth of July, the ward gossip mill went ballistic. A new family was moving in! Not just any family, a family with SIX kids (5 girls and 1 boy) with another on the way! My first memory of the Greenwood Family.

I remember seeing them at the ward Fourth of July party and instantly resenting them. Not only were they a considered a God send - you could not imagine a more perfect group of people. They were beautiful, happy, confident, and glowing, I think they even had matching Fourth of July shirts! Just insane. I remember being so envious, my future life flashing before me as I envisioned every boy I'd ever had a crush on falling for this group of sun kissed beauties with smiles as wide as Texas. I just knew those girls were going to be prissy and insufferable - I was so prepared to hate them. 

And then, they introduced themselves, and I had every single one of my prejudices stuffed down my throat. They were, impossibly, even more perfect than what met the eye. They were nice and funny and interesting and just so lovely you couldn't help but want to be close to them. 

Within the month, I was sure that I would never have friends that I loved as much as I loved the Greenwood girls. Sleepovers, game nights, learning to drive, youth conference, EFY, first crushes, dances, soccer teams, early morning seminary, birthdays, Six Flags, trips to the beach... we literally did everything together, and I loved every minute. I even wrote a paper about their family for one of my English classes! They were the coolest girls from the coolest family and I felt so estatic to be their friend. 

When they moved away years later, I was not the only one devastated. The entire ward felt the hole that they left when they went to Illinois. 

Strangely, after they moved, the ward was no longer lame. In their infectious blaze of energy, they brought us all together to fuse a true ward community.  I was close friends with people who wouldn't of given me the time of day before the Greenwoods brought us together. In their wake, they left an extended family. 

A few days ago, Heidi, the Greenwood's fourth darling, wasn't feeling so well. Spring Break was just a week away, already planned with a flight across the country to visit her best friend for a senior trip. She stayed home from school to rest. 

This is from her facebook page:
Her family checked on her that morning and made sure that she was alright. She was found later that morning having collapsed downstairs. Her heroic mother valiantly called 911, notified neighbors, contacted a husband in a airplane cockpit, alerted family, and brought her child back thru CPR. 

The ambulance crew sustained Heidi and a valiant ER team worked tirelessly. No one could imagine this beautiful, healthy, young woman in this level of distress. Heidi was stabilized and placed in ICU where she has been unconscious and sustained by good doctors, powerful medications and relentless machines. There have been countless blood tests, CT scans, infusions, procedures, tubes and monitors trying to find the bottom line and resolve it. 

Siblings and spouses dropped everything and flew in to be by her side. Family, friends, co-workers, neighbors, nurses and strangers have all been overwhelmed by the sweet spirit that has settled on this small corner of the hospital. There have been moments of laughter and distress, hope and heartbreak. More tears than can ever be counted. The vigil has now lasted 36 hours. The hospital has just accepted the crowd and learned that family is a term not defined by bloodlines. 

Heidi's room is sacred ground. The Spirit of The Lord is almost tangible there. Her senior pictures are on every wall to remind of who she really is beyond the machines and monitors. Heidi is peaceful and angelic looking as she rests and waits. She is in between heaven and earth and we feel angels everywhere. 
This, and everything else, is in the Lord's hands and He will do what is best and most merciful for all of his children. Heidi was His before she was ours and we are grateful for whatever time He has lent her to us. 
Please pray that our Heidi will return to full health. But if not, pray that the Lord's timing and mercy will be bountiful. Pray for the Greenwood family, for the doctors and for all of us as we are reminded that life is fragile and that every moment is to be cherished.

Earlier this morning, Heidi passed away from a blood clot that lodged in her lung. 

Utter heartbreak. I mourn for my friends. I wonder how they can deal with this loss? How do you say goodbye to your little sister? Are they hateful? Are they angry? Lisa posted this picture with the following caption:

We're all praying for Heidi. We are hoping for a miracle, but if she doesn't make it, we have faith we'll be together again someday.

My heart is throbbing for you my sweet beautiful Greenwoods. Please know that your family, from San Antonio, Little Rock, Illinois, California... everyone and every place you've touched, is now reaching to embrace you in their love and support. Your names are on our lips as we pray, we cherish the memories in our hearts, and if you stumble along the way, thousands of hands will swoop in to help you stand once more. Thank you for your faith and your continued example to us all. 

We love you, I love you. 

And Miss Heidi, do your work little angel. 


Beauty Blender

Truth: if you are not using the beauty blender, you are not reaching your full potential. I first heard about this miracle maker on Emily Maynard's new blog

I’ve recently discovered the “Beauty Blender Sponge” which I always thought was just a fancy/overpriced regular sponge, but it has since become one of my makeup drawer must haves. 

Seeing as my skin is having middle school flash backs and Emily is practically the perfect human being, I took her up on her claim.

What: It's this little pink sponge that you use to blend in foundation.
Where: Sephora for $20 (so so so worth it!)
Why: It makes your skin look flawless and airbrushed by distributing your foundation seamlessly over your skin. Also, it doesn't absorb any of your product so you don't waste any and it's super easy to clean!
How: Dab little globs of foundation on your face with your fingers. Soak the beauty blender in water and then squeeze it all out. The sponge will of doubled in size. Use the fat end and lightly bounce out the foundation, spreading a thin layer over your cheeks, chin, nose, forehead, and neck. Flip it around and use the tiny end to get under your eyes and into any tight spots. VOILA! The perfect canvas!

Quotes from my husband referring to said product:
"Your face looks so smooth"
"You are glowing."
"Your make-up looks so natural."

Not exaggerating . All these things have been said to me in the last 3 days from a man who has not spoken about makeup once in the last 2 years.  

Do it. 


Medieval Times According to Tyra

Birthday's are awesome. Have I mentioned this?

But really, thanks for all the love. It makes my year! 

This birthday, something really magical happened. Straight out of a fairytale. Breck took me to Medieval Times!!! 

It was beautiful.
When you walk through the portcullis, the peasants address you as M'lady and M'lord. And you're just like:

After they've boosted your confidence with their velvety words, they give you a CROWN. 
FOR ME???!?!
You feel pretty dang cocky. I mean... you have a crown. And you're in a castle.

Then, you get to meet the king.
He was into me.

King: (Gesturing towards Breck) Is this lord your betrothed?
Me: Yep! Well, we've been married a year! 
King: Pity. The land is much in need of the subtle airs of a queen. 

Finally, we were called to enter the stadium and take our seats.
Notice there are no utensils. It's a real hands-on experience. 
And the show began! They set the stage and explained the rules.

We were to root for the Blue knight. He, my friends, was a bad ass.
Think Mel Gibson, Braveheart Era.
Every time he turned the crowd for applause, he was like:
Dinner began and so did the show. The knights displayed some parlor tricks.


But there was food on my plate so I was mostly just like:

Then the real fighting began. And I got into it. 

Like, really into it.

And Sir Blue was killing it! Jousting those other fools into piles of broken lances.     

And then... he was killed. Sir Red sliced him in half. First I was in denial. Then there was pain. Then there was anger. 

I eventually got over it. Mostly because desert arrived.


Also, while I'm obsessing over princesses, you probably need to see this:  


It's My Birthday!


I love birthdays. I freaking love birthdays.

I know I should be all gracious about it. "Oh you remembered? Thanks so much. No big deal though."

But really? I am freaking out. Days, if not weeks, in advance. 

And OMG. Facebook on your birthday is probably the best thing ever.

Remember the days before they started bundling notifications? Seeing that 99 in the little red bubble was the BEST. And your email inbox is full of free birthday coupons! Yay!

And then.. there are PACKAGES! 
And cards full of money! People pay you for being born! They love you that much!

If that wasn't enough... you also get PRESENTS!
Presents always always always make you feel like a 10 year-old in footie pajamas.

All you have to do is survive, but at the end of the day, your friends still want to celebrate!

Pretty much, birthdays make you feel pretty dang magical.

So rejoice my friends. It's my freaking Birthday. 


Under the Sea

I have two great fears:
1. Being trapped in a spaceship
2. Being trapped in a submarine
Something about being stuck in a machine where no one can help you... shiver. And I probably saw Apollo 13 and U-571 way too early in life. 

So it's a bit of a conundrum that I love to scuba dive. Hands down, it's my favorite thing.  So when my husband invited me to the wonderful world of maine life courtesy of the Dallas World Aquarium, I was down like a frown. Now, I'm about to photo dump, but it's okay because dez just cute wittle aminals.

Breck sharing his Anaconda knowledge.

Monkey business

Super fashionable stingray

Sloths!!! They were holding hands. 

Heyro Mr. Frog

The shark tank!

Breck was terrified. 

This seahorse was the size of my pinky nail! Adorable!

After, we crossed off another one of our restaurants from Dinners, Drive-ins, and Dives. Now, I've had Chicago style pizza in Chicago and New York style Pizza in New York... but guys, Cane Rosso takes the pie. (Eh? Eh? Get it???)

We sat at the pizza bar and watched them craft each masterpiece.

We split the "Zoli". If you are ever in Dallas, this is the most important thing you will do. 

Break hit and happy Saturday!