Sweet Dreams

I am a sleep talker, walker, and spider killer. A few weeks ago I was half in and out of a dream and woke up, convinced that there was a spider above Rachel’s head. Since Rachel hates spiders (big understatement), and since I am such a loving husband, I did the dutiful thing that any husband would do, I went after the spider. Frantically swinging at the wall I heard a faint question come from Rachel ask what I was doing. Not wanting to scare her I told her that I wasn’t doing anything, even though I pretty much saved her life from the invisible spiders. By that time I was fully awake, and feeling really stupid for swinging my pillow at invisible spiders, I laid back down for the rest of the night.

Fast forward a week or two. Similar half dosed mental state. I can’t remember what I was dreaming about, but there was some urgent need to get out of bed, and even the house. Thinking that something was going to fall and crush me, I leaped to my feet, heart racing fast. I told Rachel, “Come on! We have to go now!” Thankfully she paid me no heed and by that time I was fully alert. Once again feeling stupid, I did the most sensible thing anyone would do when they wake up from a strange dream…I went to the kitchen, ate some chocolate chips, laid down on the couch and fell asleep. Man, I’m really weird at night.


Kenneth’s Try at a New ‘Do

As of late, Ken has successfully managed to tangle massacre my hair twice.

In the above picture, Ken was playing with the fan and trying to scare me with it. Well, as you can see, he got too close. Let me tell you, that was not fun trying to get out of my hair. Kenneth wanted to cut it out, but of course I would not let that happen.

And there’s a story to go with the picture below.

I tried to attack Kenneth with silly string. The unfair thing about boys is that usually they are stronger than girls. Kenneth managed to have one string on his shirt, and then I had this-

And I had just gotten out of the shower!

I should have taken a picture of our house. It was pretty destroyed. There was silly string everywhere!

Anyway, this was also not very fun to pick out. I though that it would come out easily, but it had dried a bit by the time I had finally admitted defeat and made Kenneth pick it out. The silly string just kept breaking into smaller pieces.

Though I may have lost this silly string battle, I am planning on winning the war. Don’t tell Kenneth, but I hid the silly string in a spot where he will never find it. I will tell you if you promise not to tell Kenneth.

It is hidden . . .

just kidding. :)

Brian Regan

As another way to celebrate our 1 year anniversary (man, I am really trying to stretch this out for as long as I can, aren’t I?), we decided to get Brian Regan tickets.

It was way fun!

“So 10 sold out shows in Salt Lake City, huh? I guess Salt Lake City needs some comedy.”

That is the first thing Brian Regan said when he got on stage. He originally started out with 4 shows, and we were just barely able to get tickets. The very next day, he announced 2 more shows, all of which sold out. The same thing happened 2 more times for a total of 10 sold out shows! Talk about a popular comedian.

He was so darn funny. I was dying. At one point in the show, he was talking about how we pronounce cupboard without the “p”. He started making fun of how lazy we Americans are. Then some random person in the audience blurted out, “Like p as in pneumonia!” And Brian Regan didn’t know how to react. It was way awkward and weird, so Brian Regan said, “What do you think I am? A jukebox?”

My favorite joke that he did was the last joke he said at our show. Here’s my best summary-

“So I got on the back of the motorcycle with this guy even though I didn’t want to. I put my arms around his waist. He looked back at me and told me that was not going to happen. So I awkwardly held the bottom of my seat and thought, ‘Great, this is real safe! It’s just me and the road.’  Then he started driving. Because he was going so fast, my helmet started banging against his helmet! He turned around and asked me what I was doing. I told him that was Morse Code for ‘SLOW DOWN!'”


So when I was posting about what we did for Valentine’s Day, I realized I never posted about what we actually did for our anniversary. So here it is:

Kenneth and I went to Odgen to visit his grandparents. Like always, we had a ton of fun. Here’s a picture of Opa and Kenneth-

Opa’s name is on that plane there.

So when we got home from Odgen, I was a bit bummed because I didn’t expect Kenneth to plan anything special since we had been gone for the weekend. But no, he surprised me yet again. (That sneaky husband. You gotta watch them closely.)

He asked Suzanne to make breadsticks and macaroni and cheese (It was sooo good! She knows how to cook. Thanks, Suzanne!)

Ken also asked Suzanne to buy some flowers, so these were waiting on the table when we got home.

Look, there was glitter on the flowers! Sparkly :)

We also ate a bit of the top layer of our wedding cake.

See, it actually kept pretty well! (Thanks for keeping it in your freezer for a year, Mom and Dad!)

The bottom part of the cake wasn’t too bad. All of the sugar seemed to have run to the bottom, so it was really moist and sugary. Because all the sugar ran to the bottom, the top wasn’t so great. It tasted more like a crumbly cracker.

So our anniversary was great! Can’t believe a year (and two months, since I posted late) has gone by already.

Valentine’s Day

So I guess school makes it harder for me to blog as much considering it’s been three weeks since I’ve blogged. Sorry future self, but remember how you had to spend 15 hours to take those pointless quizzes for Organizational Behavior? The teacher wasn’t joking when he said it was the whole question bank that he makes you take. 5 questions about the same exact principle can become pretty monotonous. So don’t get mad at me future self. (And hopefully you didn’t get carpal tunnel because of spending so much time at the computer taking those quizzes.)

Anyway, Kenneth and I did celebrate VD in spite of the busy schedules. We decided to celebrate it the Saturday before the 14, so we went out to Macaroni Grill. Num Num NUM. So good. Have you been there before? They cover the tables with paper and give you crayons, so the . . . children (or very awesome adults) can color. We Alfords are very clean, graceful eaters. Just pay no attention to the table in the below picture-

Our food took a while to get to our table, so we started playing a game to see who could draw the best picture. I drew a killer duck on top of a plane. Ken drew a picture of me and made my mouth into a black hole. Thanks for that one.

So on Valentine’s Day, I wasn’t expecting anything fancy or special. But this is what I came home to-

(our neighbor gave us some de-licious spinach dip. I may or may not have eaten all of that right then and there.)

(Ken was originally smiling for this picture, but then he changed to this face at the last moment. Sorry, Ken. Had to put it up.)

Also, Ken made some oreo truffles, which I didn’t take a picture of because they were gone that fast. Seriously, best dessert ever.

So Valentine’s Day was a success! I have the best husband ever, and I love him very much. I am glad that I am married to him forever! :)