Things that excite[d] me lately 5 months ago

DISCLAIMER: So this one time I thought it would be cool to write a blog post and then decide for the next 5 months that I "didn't have time" to add the pictures that belonged in the post before posting it, so it went unposted for - I know, embarrassingly so - that long. "Didn't have time" meaning I only had time to sit on the couch, watch boy meets world, play Memory on Adam's phone 694053485 times in a row, and check Facebook/Instagram one too many times every day while not at work. Okay, I actually did some cool, worthwhile things too during those 5 months, so not to worry... I'm not THAT lame. So insert [5 months ago] next to any time indicators in this post. Be aware that some of these things are way old news, while some are still pretty dang exciting. 

Lately I feel like some really simple things have just felt so exciting to me. Maybe that's weird, but here are some of them:

1. Giving my fridge a makeover. Since Adam and I got married, for like 700 years, we have talked about how we really need refrigerator magnets because it's so annoying when we get wedding announcements/christmas cards (back in December) and we have no way to display them on our fridge. Basically to battle this, we came up with strange arrangements to somehow manage to get three announcements to hang up with just one magnet. Our fridge looked like a mess. I couldn't even enjoy looking at any of it, but everywhere we looked we couldn't find any that we liked. One night Adam came up with an idea to just make our own and glue magnets on the back... this broadened our horizons a lot! So in the scrapbook section of Walmart I ended up finding these little circular badges, some with cute designs, some with words, and the cutest colors. So I got an assortment of them and ended up finding magnets that actually had adhesive on them so I was able to easily stick these badges on the magnets and BAM! Now have the cutest fridge ever!!! I seriously was so excited last Friday night when I arranged everything (we weren't feeling so well so we stayed in) that I kept saying to Adam, "hun, our fridge is sooooo. CUTE!" and after the third time saying it I am pretty sure he thought I was a weirdo. Nonetheless, I love it. Observe:

2. This bike. On Thursday night, Adam and I went to Walmart because.... drum roll..... I found the bike that I wanted to get with my birthday money! That's right, I am a proud owner of that new bike! I am so excited to ride it around as it starts to get warmer. It's a win win, because I think riding a bike and listening to music is so fun but ALSO good exercise! What could be better!? I'm pretty sure Adam was excited too that I got it because he got to scoot around on it through the rest of our shopping trip. :) Here I am with it:

3. Classy water bottles. On that same shopping trip, Adam and I also invested in sturdy water bottles for ourselves. Mine is purple and his is black. Both of us struggle with drinking enough water (I think we've refilled our brita filter like 3 times since we have been married...and it's been six months...and we don't drink water out of the sink...oops), so not only will it help us drink more water, but we also think it will help curb hunger. Since I put water in mine yesterday I seriously keep wanting to drink out of it just because it looks so cool. That probably sounds so dorky, but hey, whatever the reason is that makes me drink more water, I'll take it... witness:

4. My hair. I got my hair highlighted on the same Friday that I gave my fridge a makeover. This one actually doesn't excite me as much because the lady did something funky and so I have this one spot where there's no highlights at all. It actually looks like it would be a legitimate move for someone who was edgy and going for spunk. I however, wasn't going for either of those. I considered going back to the place and complaining but I've been too busy since then (you know, with napping and watching hulu) and just haven't thought about it since. Maybe if I get enough comments on this post that I look like a freak I'll go and do something about it. Feast:

5. Working out for three days in a row. That's right, I've been feeling frumpy lately, which was motivation to start running again. I think it's going to be a habit again now and I'm already feeling much better. Very exciting.

6. Macey's Mondays. Adam and I randomly went to Macey's for 50 cent ice cream cones one Monday and we realized how awesome it was. Not that we hadn't been before, but it suddenly dawned on us that it was the way we could get something sweet whenever we wanted to without breaking the bank. Now we go every Monday and I always look forward to it. There may or may not have been weeks that we went more than once. We also may or may not have put on a few pounds because of this. Sooo, we may or may not alter the tradition to once a month instead...

7. Late nights. The other night Adam and I laid awake in bed far longer than we should have talking about random stuff, laughing, and eating bread. Weird, I know. This however didn't seem as exciting when I had to wake up at 6 the next morning...

8. When this cute lady says "lets put a bandaid on it [her stomach] so it won't happen again [ache]". She got a bandaid. :)

7. The tables you can draw on with chalk at Awful Waffle. Adam and I ate there for date night last night. I was so excited to try it, but then got even more excited when I realized we could draw on the tables. I don't really draw though, but I love to doodle names so this is what I came up with:

8. This hat:

I told Adam he could wear that hat everyday for the rest of his life and I would love it. It would never get old. My oldest bro Dan actually gave it to him and it is the best and only thing he has ever given to him. What a hottie.

What's been exciting to you lately?

[Back to the current day]
Well ladies and gents, I am proud to say that this lady >>>

<<< is BACK. I "have time now" to actually join back into the blogging world. [Side note: Although it may appear otherwise from this post considering I'm wearing it in three of the pictures, I actually don't wear that shirt ^^ like all the time. I do wear a lot of other shirts on a regular basis, promise.] Stay tuned for some more consistent posts about life with my man and those we love (like YOU!). 

Peace. 

You just don't see this everyday

It's a Sunday evening and Adam and I are eating some ricearoni with fresh veggies in it that I made. Naturally we were thirsty afterwards, so I go to pour a glass of milk for myself and Adam says he wants orange juice. I notice that it's almost gone, so I go ahead and pour the rest of it into a glass for him. As I'm pouring, right in front of my eyes I see something that was definitely NOT liquid go into the cup. I exclaim "Uhhh hun, something chunky just definitely fell into this cup as I was pouring the orange juice...". He comes over with a confused look on his face and says "well, there's an easy way to find out" - he gets out the strainer and pours the orange juice into the strainer in the sink. And right there before our eyes we both see this:

We are both mind boggled and didn't really expect to see something that looked like THAT. Adam says "it looks like a huge pill" and I instantly agree. But we're talking like, abnormally big, bigger than any pill would ever be. You may not be able to tell from the picture, but that's a fact Jack. We both kinda look at each other both awe-strucken and kinda laugh but are just sooo confused. If you know me well at all, you know that I am constantly obsessing over if food, drink, or really anything that goes into my body is okay, good to eat, and won't make me sick. Expiration dates are my best friends and I stick right by them. So of course, I immediately start thinking that the orange juice is infested with some disease and I'm going to have to get my stomach pumped the next day. I think Adam was thinking something sorta similar because he says "I drank a lot of that orange juice...". We sit on the couch and google "huge pill in my orange juice" - something you don't type into google every day. We don't see ANYTHING having to do with what we just witnessed. Then all the sudden, Adam is all "I know what it is!!! I was taking my pills the other day and for a split second I thought 'I think one of them just fell back into the orange juice' ... it must have and because of the acid in the juice it's just expanded!" 

What the crap?! Like the title says folks, you just don't see this everyday!

Never a dull moment in our household. I swear. At least I can rest easy tonight and not have dreams about the disease that is now in my stomach that I'll have to get pumped in the morning, where something will probably go fatally wrong and I'll end up on my death bed... and thank goodness for that. 

What a good day at the office looks like

You know you've had a good day at the office when you go in empty handed and come back out with:

1. a raise

AND 

2. a free ski pass from your boss's boss (+ a $50 check because he knew that if you used it you'd be taking your husband and he'd have to get a ticket for himself) 

Then just a few short days later you get a text saying that you won house of the month for February and get a $100 gift card to the restaurant of your choice so you can go eat out with your staff!

Convert all those "you"s to "I"s and lets just say work is good to me right now. :) 

I'd say this picture accurately captures my emotion. 

Here's to a day off today so I can use that ski pass/money with Adam at Brighton Ski Resort. Hoping for no broken wrists or any other injuries, but with my luck you just never know. 

Sneaky sneakerson!

I just have to blog about two conversations I had recently with Adam. You'll understand why soon. 

So last week or the week before Adam and I were hungry for dinner and not wanting to cook (really I was not wanting to cook - it's a problem), but we decided that if we were going to go get food out we would eat somewhere healthy. We decided on pita pit and had just enough time to get there after I finished a work out that Adam opted out of because he was feeling kinda lazy - the real truth is that Insanity is too hard for him ;) - I'm kidding, I'm kidding. So we get to pita pit and we're ordering and Adam says something like "I'm feeling like I have a soda sweet tooth so I might just have to get one" - I didn't think ANYTHING of this at the time. 

We are back at home later and I think he brings up the pop/soda debate or something and all the sudden it dawns on me, like the heavens have opened, and I yell in delight "YOU SAID SODA EARLIER! YOU DID! We were ordering our food and YOU said that YOU had a SODA SWEET TOOTH!!! You're SWITCHING OVER!!!" He starts laughing and admits to it and then says the greatest line of all time....

"It's just that, well ya know, alliteration is very important to me - so I had to say it since it was followed by sweet tooth. Pop sweet tooth just doesn't sound good!" 

I seriously busted up laughing! For like 20 minutes. And kept saying "did you really just say that?" Don't worry though, he's full of other great lines too... just a few days after that I go to grab an oatmeal round to eat and he acts as if I have committed a sin and accuses me of eating the last one in the box. I assure him that it is NOT the last one in the box, but he starts to tickle me and says "you little sneaky sneakerson!" to which I reply "did you just call me a sneaky sneakerson!?" and he replies with the affirmative. 

I wonder on a regular basis, where does this guy come up with this stuff???? 

Then I take pictures of him like this and it all makes a little more sense. He's just a crazy! And that's why I love him!

Footnote: The above picture was taken on our date night a couple weekends ago. You see, since we are trying to save money we go hang out on BYU campus and play pool for free to entertain ourselves. It's where the cool kids go, so naturally, we fit in pretty well. ;) I just have to include though what happened that night that almost made me pee my pants from laughing so hard. Adam got a little cocky cause he was doing so much better than me and then all of a sudden he goes to break when we are starting a new game and he says "watch this" as if he's about to knock all the balls in on his first shot. Well folks, that is far from what I witnessed - I watch and see the white ball curve away from all the other balls and go straight into one of the back corner pockets. HA! I had never seen something like this happen in my LIFE, but it gets even better. The next time he doesn't hit the ball hard enough and it doesn't even make it to the balls and then the NEXT time (yep, there's a next time) he somehow manages (and I have no idea how) to hit the balls from the BACK of the formation instead of front on. And barely any of them moved. I was seriously laughing SO HARD! Pretty sure he won't be getting cocky next time! :D

And for your viewing pleasure, the scariest picture of me known to date. Hide your kids.

The silver lining

I've been sick. You may or may not have known this. Around most people, I don't even say a word about it - I think it's my way of pretending I'm really fine and trying to enjoy life as best I can. If I don't say anything, then people will think I'm okay, which means I must be okay, right? 

Well, sort of, but not totally. 

It all started towards the end of my trip to Africa. At this point, 1 year and 8 months ago. You see, my team and I all decided to raft the nile river. I was told how FUN it was, but that there were parasites in the water and so it was crucial to try your hardest to not fall off the boat and into the water and gulp any of it. Well, I'm sorry but that boat was freaking dinky! Lets just say we were going over the some of the biggest waves ever in basically just a little blow up float. Not exactly secure! I held on for dear life and almost made it without falling off, but I did get whipped off once and it happened so fast that I had no choice but to gulp some water. :/ Immediately after we got back from that weekend trip, I started to feel kinda weird. Then I think maybe the next day I felt like I was going to throw up (which I HATE and hadn't done for YEARS), but all I ended up doing was dry heaving a couple times. It was as if my body really wanted to get something out, but I was fighting back so much and so afraid of letting it out, that somehow whatever it was stayed in. I woke up the next day feeling almost normal again, but the last few weeks in Africa ended up not being the best because I still continued to feel nauseous randomly. Sometimes daily, sometimes not, sometimes the whole day, sometimes just part of the day. It was weird. 

I got back to America and the trip alone threw my body out of whack and I think the culture shock just made it worse. I went home to a family reunion and felt like junk the whole three days. I went to CT with my parents afterwards for a couple of weeks and just couldn't get over this nauseous funk. I felt so weird and I had a breakdown one night just telling them that something was wrong, I just wasn't feeling normal anymore, and it was wearing on me. I mean, as much as I am glad I never threw up since I hate it, it's still pretty much horrible to FEEL like you're going to throw up almost around the clock. My mom suggested that I go see a doctor if by the time I was back in Utah and in school again I still wasn't feeling normal. 

Well, after about a month or two I think I realized in Utah that though my good days were becoming a little more regular, I still was having bad days. I was sure it wasn't a parasite, but I still felt like I must have gotten something. So I went the doctor and they basically looked at me like I was a crazy person when I explained the only symptom of nausea and that it was incredibly random too and just gave me some pills to hopefully help. I was supposed to go back for a follow up visit, but while I was taking the pills I felt fine pretty much the whole time, so I thought "they're helping, I'm fine" and didn't end up going to the follow-up appointment. I don't really like the doctor after all, and I wanted to be fine. 

I finished the pills and ever since then, for pretty much the last year and 4 months or so, I continued to have my good days and my bad days. For the longest time, my good days were plenty enough that I felt like it couldn't be anything big and that maybe it was just something I would deal with for a while as a repercussion of going to Africa. As long as I took pepto, I could usually calm myself enough and the nausea would subside enough that things were fine again. It still wasn't exactly fun, but I kept quiet and dealt with it on the inside by myself most of the time. 

I met Adam and fell in love and was hoping maybe that love was the cure? But no, it happened after we had been seeing each other a few weeks and I decided right then and there I might as well tell him since he was becoming a consistent part of my life and it was hard for me to always pretend I was fine. When I felt nauseous enough, I couldn't pretend, and I didn't want him to think I was acting weird because I wasn't into him or something. He felt bad when I explained it to him, but was always there for me to help me feel better and do what I needed when my bouts of nausea would come. That was among one of the many reasons I ended up marrying him, because I knew he would always take care of me and never think I was crazy. It happened the night we got engaged (of course :/) and on our wedding day too (though most people don't know that because I still put on my happy face and snuck some pepto while we were eating some of the food that we had catered). Following our wedding and honeymoon, it started to happen again a little more regularly. Looking back, I now know it was because I was going through a big life change, and even though it was good, I was still feeling overwhelmed, so that brought it on more. Adam kept telling me to go back to the doctor finally because he was worried it was something that needed to be treated and with more waiting, I could just be making it worse. I was scared to go, because I was scared to find out there was actually something wrong with me. 

I finally gave in and went before Christmas break, took some blood tests, and got a call on the Friday before Christmas after 5pm that they needed to review the results with me. They always tell you in a message that the results are normal if they are, so for a few days I had to wait anxiously, knowing that they had bad results to give me. They clearly had found something. Sure enough, the day after Christmas I found out that I had contracted H. Pylori. It's a bacteria that can live in your stomach and is often caused by contaminated food or water. I'm thinking it was from the contaminated water in the nile river, but I'll never really know if that's the case. I was put on two different antibiotics and an acid reducer pill. Some of these pills were NOT small. If any of you know me well, you know that I am the WORST at swallowing pills. Basically I cannot do it! Or should I say couldn't. 

That's the silver lining. 

When I knew I had to take 16 pills a day (yes, that's right, 16), I just told myself once and for all that I didn't have the time to think about and stress over that many pills. I had to just put them in and swallow them. And swallow them I did! I actually did it! And now I can take the biggest horse pills there ever were. I have officially conquered any pill taking. And that, my friends, is a Christmas miracle. Good thing for that silver lining, because those dang pills made me feel so sick!

As for my current health situation, well... 

Things are still a little up in the air. Because you see, after I got back from the break, I broke out into a crazy rash with little red dots all over my body right before the antibiotics were almost finished. Side note: mind you, I was also suffering from the cold and cough that I still managed to contract during Christmastime that went around my family, despite all the high high dosages of antibiotics I was on and THEN the next day I got into a car accident. I clearly couldn't win and it clearly was NOT my week :/. I went to an urgent care doctor who told me to stop taking the meds. Adam told me to stop taking the meds. My mom told me to do anything BUT stop taking the meds. I myself, didn't really want to stop taking the meds because I was worried the H. Pylori wasn't killed all the way. Well, Adam won (always gotta respect the hubby) and I stopped taking them. Since then, I have still felt sick off and on, but I have been able to notice a trend in that I often feel sick when I am feeling overwhelmed, anxious, or stressed about something, no matter what it is. And the interesting thing is that H. Pylori can come about because of stress. Sooo it's probably my fault I have it. Anyways, I am currently on a pill that is supposed to help with stress, but it wasn't seeming to help, so my doctor just upped my dosage, I'm still on the acid reducer, and he's having me poop in a cup (yay) to see if I still have H. Pylori. If the stress pill still doesn't help, and he finds out the H. Pylori is gone then I will have to do an endoscopy where they stick a tube down your throat and into your stomach - it makes me want to gag just thinking about it. I am hoping and praying I don't have to do it, even though I would be sedated, but we shall see. 

Welp, there's your update, and now you all know. Wish me luck that I can nip this thing in the bud without dying, somehow, someway. :)

Wishing health and marrow to all of your precious bones. 

That moment when...

That moment when Adam is praying over dinner and has the Apple TV remote and in the middle of the prayer controls my computer so that Aaron Carter's "Aaron's Party" starts playing, and then both him and I open our eyes and he exclaims "in the middle of the prayer honey!?"

That happened tonight. Needless to say the prayer got interrupted and there was some laughing through the remainder of it. 

Just as the url says, and that's life in the AM. It's a pretty dang good one! We have fun, sometimes a little too much fun maybe! 

Sunday shenanigans

For a lot of people, Sunday is usually considered a low-key day or a day of rest. Here at the McKarns household we take a different approach. For us, it's a day of rest AND a day of absolute excitement.

You see, usually we take a 2 to 3 hour nap after getting home from church at noon, but then (and I don't know if it's because of the nap) we end up so hyper that one of the following things usually ends up happening:

a. Adam decides to steal something of mine and hide it so I have to run around the apartment to try and find it

b. Adam himself decides to run around and hide from me and then jump out at me and scare me over and over and over - and every single time it works and I scream! You'd think there are only so many places to hide and I would catch on but this condo actually has a lot of doors I've realized, which opens up a lot of options.

OR (what happened today)

c. Adam decides to try and sneak some ginger ale after he tells me every day that he is on a "no pop" diet [sidenote: for those of you not from the greater Ohio, this means "no soda"; not to worry though, everyday "pop" comes out of his mouth I correct him by saying "you mean soda?" ... it's a common topic of conversation in our household] and as I'm catching him in the act he somehow manages to run away with the soda and he's so fast that he gets me in our hallway and is able to run back out into the
kitchen/living room area before I can and holds the door shut to that area while he "DRINKS WATER" .... but Mrs. McKarns is not stupid, and she knows that he is really drinking the ginger ale! He lets me out after a few minutes and I presume to find the hidden soda here at exhibit A:

His cute little face shown below acting so innocent after he has "drank his water" - PSHT!

Then just a few short hours later I make some popcorn (one of my most prized possessions since being married - don't ask me why, but it's like I got married to Adam and a switch went on in my brain that tells me everyday "Megan, you're addicted to popcorn! Go eat some!") and he steals it from me and runs around the house yet again and hides in every room while I'm chasing him laughing so hard as he pops out of every room in our house and gets away from me each time!


Welp, if I've learned one thing in the last three months of marriage (yep, Adam just notified me as I'm writing this that it's our 3 month anniversary today! how tender!) it's this:

Adam McKarns is a SNEAKY THIEF!

Birthday countdown for the thief: 3 days :)

Cheers!

Quote of the day

Adam is reading one of his textbooks and I'm sitting nearby him just on my computer looking at Facebook...

Adam: Do you know what enclave actually means? 

Me: E-N-C-L-A ....... oh wait *starts laughing*

Needless to say, he looked at me with the funniest face! He asks me how to spell stuff a lot and for some strange reason at first I thought he was asking me to spell it.... we both laughed for like 5 minutes!

So this one time, I got married, and now it's two months later...

K I am seriously the worst blogger lately. I have decided. And I really have no excuse because I don't work until 3pm everyday and most days I don't have a ton on my plate to get done before I go to work... but yet still, the blog gets neglected. On many days I think to myself, "I should blog", but then I don't. Weird.

I figured I might finally answer that question everyone always asks: "So how's married life?" 

When this is asked in person, the answer is always "oh it's good!" but really, they kinda want more than that but you're never going to say more than that in person. Here is where you can actually say some more. 

Since Adam and I have gotten married, some of our happenings include: 

1. Setting up our new place that was actually already set up pretty much - in the sense that we were lucky enough to move into my parents' condo that is fully furnished. It was very nice because I was already overwhelmed with feeling the need to decorate as a new wife - it was pretty much done for me though and we just added some of our own touches, like this beauty for instance:

We still need to put up all our wedding photos and such in the frames that we had at our reception, but other than that it's looking pretty good!
            a. Yeah, I really am including a 1a here, but I just wanted to add a little story here... since Adam and I didn't really have to buy furniture or anything we were able to focus (maybe too much) energy on the exact placement of our items in our new home. It makes me laugh now just thinking back to this, but one of the first things I learned about Adam that was different than me was that he can't stand a closet that seems cluttered. For me though, on the other hand, I see it as the closet is the only place I'm fine with clutter because we are the only ones that go in it and so it doesn't need to be as presentable as the rest of the house - so naturally I wanted both our laundry baskets to go in there making it a little tight after I put my one too many pairs of shoes in the closet. I didn't think it would be a big deal and didn't even know it was a big deal until a few days later. Little did I know Adam was stressing inside about how much stuff there was in our closet and how he felt like he couldn't walk around in it at all even though it's a walk in closet. I asked him how much time each day he would spend in the closet walking around in it (I mean seriously, it's not that much time right?!) and I don't even remember what he said but I don't think I bought his answer. It is seriously making me laugh so hard just thinking about our tiff over this - we finally realized neither of us was going to budge in opinion and that we needed to find a compromise, like all good married couples do, and what do you know, we came up with one that worked for both of us. All that sweating for nothing!

2. We have tried to get into a fairly good routine with cooking good meals (although some nights and weeks it's tough when I work pretty late = not able to fulfill my wife duties as the best cook ever, which really makes me want a new job) since we have been married. Adam brought his famous stir fry into the mix, while I brought my famous tilapia and spinach salad and since then we have expanded to include a few new delicacies - such as fish tacos, chicken salad, curry, hearty sandwiches, potstickers, hamburgers with pineapple and dr. pepper flavored bbq sauce on them (yes it does exist!) and this one time I tried this new balsamic honey cilantro chicken recipe. They have all been delightful except for the balsamic honey cilantro chicken ended up being a liiiitttle strong in flavor - but now we know to cut back on some of the ingredients and it will be better! Here are the fish tacos, they just looked so good I had to take a picture!

Oh and the time we made hamburgers with the pineapple and dr. pepper flavored bbq sauce, they tasted perfectly fine, but I laughed so hard because I think Adam forgot that hamburgers shrink in size as they cook and the hamburgers ended up being like half the size of the bun. I could not stop laughing! I felt so silly eating it, but really it just made the evening more exciting haha. Oh and I only ate like 2 potstickers when we made those because Adam expressed so much concern over the pork being cooked enough and he was never quite sure it was cooked enough - and if you know me, you know that I NEVER take a chance on food that could make me sick.... but thank goodness the next day Adam sent me an article on how pork can have some pink to it and still be cooked all the way to ease my worries! Love him.  Here's us with our potstickers:

Oh and then there was that one week that I am so proud of that we came up with 5 different meals that incorporated turkey into them so we could eat up the turkey that we made all on our own (thanks to NuSkin, where Adam works) right before Thanksgiving. Nothing like turkey sandwiches, turkey enchiladas, turkey tacos, turkey pasta, and...  I forget the last one... all in a row! And I'm sorry, but you have to watch this video of Adam with the turkey (please disregard the way that I say "and this is why I love my husband" in the video - I sound so retarded haha):

And that's why I married him! And here's me... I think turkeys look so weird before they are cooked! There's this part on the body that is super squishy and felt so weird. We seriously had way too much putting together this turkey and cooking it!

And last but not least, there's the time I made some brownies to be a nice wife, and as I'm cutting into the brownies with a knife Adam cringes and reminds me that that will ruin the pan! I ask him how else we would cut them if we didn't have a knife. I guess you're supposed to use a tough spatula or something to pierce them. I'm still processing the idea of cutting brownies without a knife, since "cut" and "knife" are basically synonymous to me. We can't forget the time that Adam made some popcorn and brought it into the living room and somehow dumped the whole bowl out by accident. I don't know why, but I laughed so hard! Poor Adam picking up his popcorn:

3. Since you're probably all bored to tears by now, I will just include one last thing: being married to Adam opened me up to a whole new world of free NuSkin products. He seriously has the best job ever. My face and hands have never been so soft! It's like I'm in moisturizing heaven, and it all smells so good too. I told him that even when he has a career he needs to still work like 5 hours a week at NuSkin so we can get these products forever! Probably a stretch, but a girl can dream!


PS. I just have to include these last two photos because they're so cute and funny. Here's Adam all cute after he voted (sort of an ordeal, I went with him to try and vote and then was almost late to work over it so I had to leave him there and make him run to work, which I felt HORRIBLE but he convinced me it was okay and then he didn't even get to vote after all that cause he didn't have something with his proof of new address on it... so he had to go back after work to vote. poor guy) and then there's us with the hot chocolate on a stick we got from Jordan and Dane's dinner party - this picture is absolutely hilarious because I was trying so hard to get a picture of both of us holding our sticks with our names on them, but then something happened with my name .. I think I ripped it or something, and then last minute as we are about to take the photo, Adam takes off his paper with his name on it and underneath he had written Megan just on the stick .... so mine doesn't say anything and his says Megan! After all that! And look at his mischievous little face. I could kill him!

Until next time!