It's not a hickey.

This weekend Hector and I went to a wedding reception for one of his friends. I decided to curl my lifeless hair before going out--a seemingly good idea. But of course Hector had his sassy hat (as Kristin would say) on that evening and I just had to retaliate, even though I was still curling. So, I picked the nearest un-blunt object, a towel, and decided to "lightly" toss it in his general direction. Unfortunately, as I turned my head/body the end of my curling iron (which was not wrapped in my hair) made contact with my neck and seared my skin. A white blister surrounded by red, irritated skin immediately emerged and so did the pain. Luckily, I have long hair and it covers most of my neck area, so the blister was not visible.



But I had to go to work on Monday and had no desire to do my hair. I resorted to wearing it up which left the wound exposed. At this point the wound no longer looked like a blister but a gigantic hickey. All day I kept getting this strange stare from people in the direction of the left side of my neck. I kept finding myself explaining my curling mishap to avoid impending judgments about my personal life. I don't think many believed my story.

J. Liening

Kristin and I are sitting here at work and there is presence missing. That presence belongs to Jessica Liening who (for some reason) just had to go home to Chattanooga for Christmas to see her family. Pish Posh. Jessica this is just to a shout out to let you know how much we miss you! Heyyy gurrrlll! IS just isn't the same without you. We're even sitting next to the station titled Customer Service Desk Student Assisstant in honor of you. Maybe you could come back like next semester and join us again. That'd be real cool. Okay girl. BYE.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Twinners

Okay, so over the past 2.5 years I have noticed something on BYU campus. That many people I know (some who attend BYU and some who don't) have an ugly twin on campus. Sounds strange but it is 100% true. Also, many have an opposite sex twin. It's uncanny.

I haven't found my ugly twin yet. Oh no, maybe I'm the ugly twin. Ha, no way. Not possible.

Fill in the Blank

I guess Jessica Leining tagged me to fill this out after doing so herself like a month ago but I didn't notice until now.

I am: Brittany Perez (not to be confused with Cliff...that was so 3.5 months ago).

I want: to put up more Christmas lights.

I have: to go to the store. Right now. Okay, maybe in a little bit.

I dislike: the smell coming from the stove. What is that?

I miss: the summer. Bring me back 80 degree weather!

I fear: the snow! Ahh.

I feel: a headache coming on.

I hear: the baseboard heater. Every 30 minutes it makes this loud clicking nose. It most often wakes me from sleep. Love it. Not.

I smell: something come from the stove still. It's getting worse.

I crave: absolutely nothing. I'm so full.

I cry: quite often--total boob.

I usually: take a nap right about now. What am I still doing awake?

I search: for more time to do all this crazy amounts of homework I have to do (Yeah, I say that while writing a blog...go figure).

I wonder: why Jessica hasn't figured out what bear goals are by now. Has Tom Cruise neglected to teach you??

I regret: Tom Cruise's birth.

I love: blankets.

I care: this much about school right now (finger span of about half an inch).

I always: floss before I brush.

I worry: that it's going to start snowing again.

I am not: black but I love to say "Heyyyyy Giiiirrrll!"

I remember: when I lived in Oregon and nobody there had fake trees.

I believe: in ghosts. I love watching ghost shows on TLC.

I dance: when I want to. OKAY?

I sing: (see above)

I don't always: make my bed in the morning.

I argue: when you're wrong.

I write: no more. Just finished my research paper.

I win: Scene-it? Always.

I lose: our game of Ticket to Ride last Sunday against Hector but it won't happen again.

I wish: Lost was back on TV now.

I listen: to Taylor Swift once a day. Love her.

I don't understand: people in class who love to hear themselves talk.

I can usually be found: in bed, taking a nap.

I need: ibuprofen.

I forget: to turn off all of the lights when I leave the house.

I am happy: that I'm not working at Costco this winter.

Somniloquy

So maybe my husband is extremely adorable and says random, random things in his sleep.

For instance:

This evening Hector was taking a nap and I was doing the dishes. I realized that we should probably head out and get started on our Thanksgiving dinner shopping. I proceeded to the bedroom where the hubs could be found counting sheep and said, "Hector you've been a sleep for over a half hour, we should probably go to Macey's."

"No," he said firmly.

"But I gave you 40 minutes and you only said 30."

"No, don't open it."

Chuckling, I ask, "No, don't open what?"

"The little things. Don't open the drawer," he replied.

Then my laughter escalated to full blast and I had to leave the room.

But ladies and gentlemen this is not the only sleep-talking instance in our marriage. The other week around 9:00 AM I asked Hector was time it was. Without hesitation (and without opening his eyes) Hector tells me that it is 2:08. What the?

Another instance took place about a month ago. My visiting teachers were over to fulfill the monthly calling and Hector was in our room taking a nap. After the visit had ended I went in to wake him up and this was his reply:

"No, we have to wait until the bathroom people leave."

Who are these bathroom people and what were they doing in my house? :)

One morning he also persisted to call out for his cat (which resides in Orem at his mother's house and not with us).

Either my husband is making up these exclamations to catch some extra Z's or I interrupt some pretty crazy dreams. Oh boy, love him.

The Golden Breastplate

I am brand spanking new to this whole blogging thing and so I have to make up for lost time A.K.A this last summer's trip to Palm Springs with my family and husband Hector. Basically, we played in the pool, drove golf carts, ate, and shopped for an entire week. We also spent a day at Disneyland :)

One evening we decided to hit up the street fair downtown. Amongst the handmade bracelets, fresh caramel corn, and scented candles we found a pure treasure. I wish I could remember the name of this outrageous street performer but his name has escaped me. However, his singsong matched with epic melodies has never left me. I can honestly say I have never seen/heard anything quite like this man. His outfit was complete with trench coat/cape, leather pants, and leather pants. Not only were his "vocals" spot on but he had also mastered the electric version of some medieval instrument.

After a while, a crowd had gathered around him and he really started to get into his music/theatrics. I was just in awe of this performance and I just had to take a picture with my camera phone. This wasn't a very good idea because he noticed I was snapping pictures and wanted to put on a good face for the camera. He then persisted to stare me down and sing directly to me. I was really worried he might be attempting to hypnotize me. I was entirely creeped out but I quickly shook off the feeling with a double chocolate chip frappuccino (no coffee included).

Don't worry. I will supply you with pictures. Here goes...

Red hair and chubby cheeks.

Many people don't know that I was not born with the blonde hair that my mother (a very talented hairdresser) now gives me. I am indeed a strawberry-blondie and actually had fairly red hair growing up. Also, my hair was very curly and yes my cheeks are much chubbier than they are now. Here is proof:

As you can see I was pretty much a wild-child, raggamuffin and that we destroyed the house that Easter morning.

Here are a couple more pictures (just because my faces are priceless)...

Definitely not a good witch.