road trips, martinelli's on my pants, and belly touching

We had a lovely New Years Eve.  

John, 4 of our friends, and I decided to take a spontaneous road trip to South Carolina to acquire some illegal fireworks.

You know...the dirty and exciting kind that leave the ground.

We drove squished in my moms car and listened to Ultimate Dance Party 1997, Ludacris, and old school Britney Spears.

When we got back we spent the rest of the evening having a jam sesh and a bon fire and shooting off enourmous amounts of roman candles, black cats, mighty thor's, mother gooses, and fireworks.  

Several minutes after midnight I spilled my Martinelli's on a very ironic place on my pants.  It looked like my water just went and broke.  

I didn't even move or care, towards the end of the night my bod felt like I had ridden a horse all the way to SC and back by my self to get the new years fireworks.  

I'm starting to feel pretty uncomfortable now which I don't mind so much considering things have been beautifully easy thus far.  Hubs and I purchased a birthing ball yesterday (which really is just a big bouncy exercise ball but I feel cooler and more productive calling it a birthing ball.)  I spent at least 3 hours on it today stretching and moving.  It is the best my body has felt in months.  I'm hoping that that combined with my Webster adjustment from this weekend that my cousin Brian suggested will help EJ to turn.  

THERE IS STILL HOPE!

The night ended with some serious belly rubbing and I didn't mind it at all.

Free rubs for anyone who'd like them...just consider me your lucky Buddha for 2012.

Spinning, Laughing, Dancing

Friday night my love and I had a spontaneous love filled dance party in the living room at my parents house.

We were giving my mom and nanny a private performance of the dance that we have been learning with the youth in our church.  Every Tuesday we have been meeting up with about 80 youth and helping them learn the dance that they will be performing for our Prophet, Thomas S. Monson, when the LDS Atlanta Temple is rededicated in May.  We have also been asked to help them learn the songs they will be singing for the Temple Cultural Celebration as well.

This assignment has brought us so much joy.  We are so humbled and grateful to play a small part in helping these youth feel the joy of the temple.  We love the temple so dearly and we could not be more excited to finally have the temple open back up.  It has been hard to be without it for the past two years.  We are grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ and the peace that it brings.

Growing Young and Playing Dress-up

Tonight I washed makeup off of my face two times.

The Mr. and I were getting ready to go to bed after an amazing night of vegetarian cuisine and then the music hit us. (spontaneity gets the best of us every dang time.) I looked in to my bag of headbands, bobby pins, and tricks and I spied the two pairs of old people glasses that I got for wedding picture props.  We never used them and now I am glad we didn't.  I was disappointed when we forgot to use them for wedding photos but tonight these glasses filled the measure of their creation.

John and I put on our best "old people" wear, I reapplied my makeup, and we learned a special song.  

I wore my great-aunt Annelle's real fur mink coat.  It is in perfect condition and was handed down to me by my Nanny (my perfect mother's perfect mother).  On the inside on the right her name is embroidered.  (Annelle S. Julian, such a beautiful name, they just don't make em' like that anymore.)  This coat is the classiest thing I own.  I can't wait to wear it to an opera someday.  Oh Mr. Murphy, won't you take me to see La Boheme?

So, here is our treat for you.  Our spontaneous midnight dress-up party.  We have fun and we don't care who sees it.  Life is perfect and we can't wait to grow old with each other. (though being young together is pretty awesome too!)

The essence of pleasure is spontaneity

"If you wait to do anything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything."

Scene: 11:45pm Tuesday night, in the most comfortable bed in the world.  


John and I are in our jammies and he is finishing up his accounting homework and I am aimlessly wandering around in an internet black hole. (you know the feeling, you just get sucked in to looking at things on the internet and then all of the sudden you are like, "What the heck am I even looking at?  Why am I on a website for (insert weird website of choice here)?)
John finishes his home work and gets on to facebook on his iPhone.  "WHAT???", he screams.  I am thinking someone must have died, someone is engaged after 1 week of dating, something dramatic is going on...Then I hear these musical words...
"John Mayer is at Eddie's Attic in Decatur."


I HAD to be there.


Eddie's Attic is a small music venue in Decatur that holds about 185 people. 185 PEOPLE, THATS IT! So, even though I knew we had NO chance of getting in, I knew we had to at least try.


John was pretty hesitant at first but I was not about to let this moment pass.  Something inside of me just yearned for a spontaneous experience.  I felt a rush of needing to be somewhere with hundreds of people, people I didn't know but we all loved the same thing...music.  After convincing John that I would do whatever I could to get us in to the concert, he finally surrendered to my wifely reign.  I told him to put some pants on, I reapplied my mascara and we jumped in the car. 


I had a giddy feeling as we raced down GA 400 and on to 285 towards Decatur.  We got there and parked for free in an old church parking lot.  As we walked to Eddie's Attic, music filled the air.  I would know that voice anywhere.  Ah, sweet melody.

I pushed my way slowly up to the front and pulled John along with me.  They had speakers pulled outside so we could still listen to the concert.  He did some beautiful covers of Bob Dylan's "It's alright don't think twice" and "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone" (not by Bob Dylan...it's a Bill Withers original). 

When two ridiculous people walked out and left early John and I had made our way to the VERY front of the line.  I shoved my I.D. in the bouncer's face and he took the bait.  WE WERE IN!  To our surprise though when we got in, we weren't let into the main stage room but rather we were 25 yards away watching the concert on tv's.  However, like the good stalker that I am I watched the stage doors swing open a couple of times and I caught a glimpse of Mayer in his flannel shirt with his tousled hair...yum. 

"Spontaneity is the quality of being able to do something just because you feel like it at the moment, or trusting your instincts, or taking yourself by surprise and snatching yourself from the clutches of your well-organized routine, a bit of unscheduled plea."


Oh, how I wish I had taken this picture.  I stole this from Google.  Some other lucky person got to see him on Eddie's stage.

After listening to some great tunes, we left.  My heart was full as I knew I was going home with the most talented, handsome, perfect JOHN M. I know.