Brian's fake graduation

I love my husband and how hard he works at the byu nursing program!  He makes me so proud. I have the most amazing guy that I get to call mine. He is happy all the time and always talks so positively to me. That really makes me want to be a better person. This weekend, his family came to town to celebrate Brian's fake graduation!  The reason it is fake is because he actually has one semester left. Byu doesn't have a winter graduation, only a spring/summer one. His whole class decided that they wanted to walk a semester early because no one knew if they could make it back in April 2014 for the spring graduation. Enough of my rambles, here are some pictures for graduation!

That is him heading for his diploma!

That is him shaking the deans hand. He also has a batman quote up there under his name. 

His class of 64 soon-to-be nurses 

Love my little graduate!

Brian's family was awesome to come down!

It was hot outside and I am laughing really hard at Brian 

The end :)

It's been a while

Well it has been quite some time since I last posted. I am also about a year and a half behind!  Here are a few little things we have done this summer since I got my phone.. The next post will be what I did while Brian was in Taiwan!

While Brian was in Taiwan this summer, I died my hair red! He came home on our anniversary! It was great to see him again. It was fun to tour salt lake too. 

We went to the rodeo with our good friends Brady and Laura. 

I was able to babysit Scott and Cyndi's baby while they packed up and move. We sure miss them!

Then we went to okc to see my family! My parents came home from an 18 month mission in Cyprus and all my siblings were there for the homecoming talk. Here are a few pictures of being in okc...

Arm wrestling

Out to eat with the fam

Bahaha 

Roller coaster riding

Cousin fun

 

This girl knows how to put a slice down!!

At the lake with the millers on grant and marks boat

Pool fun /eating problems

Reunion fun

Icecream from a gutter

Twister relief concert with Garth brooks:)

Janessa came to visit me! She can fit in my wedding dress!

So can Sarah!

Thanks for reading. I will post again soon!

Europe: part 12 last day

Last Day: Rome.  This will just be quotes from our trip..they have no relation to the picture they are under, nor will they make sense to you....  We were wet and tired when we got to our hostile in Rome...and pictures say a thousand words.

 I gotta get me whatever instrument that is playing.

 At least this isn't the mad holocaust rush

 You are useless Ignacio!(umbrella)

 At least this isn't the mad holocaust rush

 We don't have money for food! We're living off of haribo!

 My burps taste like haribo.... So nice you get to enjoy it twice.

 What's that? Blessed bread... We ran out haribo.

 Saying that is like saying hohenschwangau is better than neuschwanstein

 Did you see if our wives came back? No where are they? Shopping. Oh good luck!

 Touché Italy... Touché.

 I'm gonna poop my pants

Man, that thing is leaning!

 At least this isn't the mad holocaust rush

 What else have I said that's awesome?

 Hold together umbrella... Hold together.

 Umbrella? I've already bought one of your cheap pieces of sh**

 Should we take this umbrella home or leave it?

You need to move seats immediately, because after take off we put up the curtain...... And you don't wanna mess with the curtain. .... It's the curtain of death.

Europe: part 11 aka ...emotional day?

Pisa/Rome:

We left cinque terra and got on a 730 train to la spezia where we had 2 minutes to get off the train and make it to our other train heading for Pisa. We seriously barely made it! We rode that train into Pisa, hopped off the train, drug our luggage with us to the amazing leaning tower.   

We were walking down this long road thinking we had been misled by one of the Italians who said “Scusa? Oh yes, tower….that way” pointing aimlessly, we were about to walk to a dead end that was cut off by a giant wall.  Brian was ahead of me when he stopped dead in the middle of the road and looked back at me and had a huge smile on his face.  This is what he saw.

I can't believe that tower is even standing at all! Amazingly though, it is. 

After being at the tower for a little bit, we walked back to the train station with all of our luggage and waited a couple minutes for our train to Rome. We got on our train and I went straight to sleep for about two hours while Brian read. When I woke up, Brian took a nap.  We got to Rome and checked into our hotel, which luckily was really close to the train station. We got there and got let in by a guy who said we weren’t supposed to be checking in until 9, and reluctantly showed us our room. It seriously was like we were guests in his apartment.  We went through a dining room thing that had papers and junk everywhere.  There were very thin doors separating our room and this man’s room.  The bathroom was across the way, and the shower was very inconspicuous. It stuck out of the wall in between the door and the toilet. You had to squeegee the floor once you were done, awkward. We had planned to be in Rome on Saturday afternoon so we could make it to the Vatican museums that closed at four and sadly were not open on Sunday. By the time we paid for our rooms and got some last minute directions from the creepy man, we realized it was 3 and began our run to the subway. We were running to the subway when I got light headed.  I think I was hungry and weak from the lack of food for the day. Brian realized how I felt and stopped quickly at a cafe and paid ten euro for two grilled sandwiches and ate as we ran. 

Sadly, it wasn’t enough for Brian, and his mood showed it. We got to the subway where we had to run up stairs down stairs and all around and in between trying to get to the right place.  We got to our subway and rode 7 stops.  Watching the time tick away, we hopped off that subway and ran for the Vatican! It was 3:45 and we only had 15 minutes to get through the doors to see it.  Finally we found the doors and made it through security with 10 minutes to spare. We went in the doors and up the stairs where we were to pay for the museum. I told Brian to pay with his card because we needed the cash for food. We approached the desk and they said it would be 30 euro. Brian pulled out his card and they said “cash only”. What? Cash only? Brian looked in his wallet and there was a single 20 euro lying there. We didn't have enough. We asked the man if there was an ATM nearby and he said down the street. Brian gave me the 20 and told me to go through and he would get cash and try to make it back in if he could. With only 5 minutes until the doors closed, Brian went out of sight. I sat there watching my clock until 4:00. I thought maybe he would make it thru the doors and run up to meet me. I went to check down the stairs where we had just gone thru security. The doors were closed! I asked one of the guards if my husband could make it through and they said not if the doors are closed. For some reason I had a panic attack thinking how am I ever going to find Brian in a strange, crowded, and scary city?  I also thought of how upset he was going to be with our efforts to get to the Vatican on time, and we spent our money on those sandwiches we bought on our run to the Vatican. I was walking slowly past a few security guards and began to get very anxious when one came up to me and asked me if I needed something. He saw my tears building and said what's wrong? I think the only thing I got out was 

“husband..outside..no cash.. ATM”.  The man asked if I could call him and I explained I did not have a phone and we just came to see the Vatican straight from the train station. He took me to the exit doors and helped me look outside for Brian, but for some reason, he kept putting his arm up and wouldn't let me pass him. He asked me if I saw him.  I was looking frantically for Brian, feeling a little silly with myself for freaking out, I spotted him! It was Brian! I yelled his name and pointed to him for the guard. The guard grabbed Brian and pulled him thru the exit. The guard told us to follow him. Brian was confused asking what was going on.  I let him know that I got scared and upset when he didn't come back. So while I recovering from my ordeal, we followed this guard to the ticket desk where the started talking Italian to a couple other people.  I began to realize, HEY, I got Brian into the Vatican!  I said to him, did you get to the ATM? They may let us in if you have the cash.  Brian explained that when he got to the ATM, it was broken.  I actually thought to myself, we got so close to going through.  My tears weren’t enough.  The Italian finally turned around from talking to the other guards and handed us 2 tickets and said “here, it's free”.  Even Brian almost shed a tear after that.  The emotions of it all, the hunger, the tiredness, frustration all of it was just too much. We gave thanks to them. I really hope they understood how much that meant to us. 

We toured through the place and saw the sights. By far the Sistine chapel was the best, but we did get to see some rembrandt and rafaelo too! People were pretty blatantly taking pictures of the chapel, and even Brian snapped a few. They rang this bell and started kicking everyone out. We got outside and sat on the steps to just recuperate.  

So Brian's side of the Vatican story.... I ran out the door and the guy said to turn right. I ran down the side of the Vatican wall, asked a person there, they pointed me left... I ran that way, thinking the whole time theres no way. I asked another italian dude and he just ignored me completely. Finally found one and got in the locked door, only to have it be broken. I wanted to scream and some choice words were shared. I stormed back up to the Vatican, my face must have been all thundercloud cuz even the street vendors didnt accost me. I stomped around in front of the entrance/exit for about five minutes before I heard my name being called. After we got out we went and found an actual ATM that worked, and walked around for a place to eat.  On the way home on the metro Michelle wanted to see the Trevi fountain so we thought our tickets would be good for 75 min like it said on them. We ran up and walked down to the fountain, which was pretty impressive. We had one guy take our picture, then try to sell us a Polaroid he would take. 

I gave him a euro both for his help and so he'd leave us alone. Later he took another one for us, which was nice of him. We tried to get back on the subway only come to find out its only good for one time in the subway, so we had to buy yet another ticket.  We stopped for gelato to make the emotional day a little better.