It’s Crockett Science

My sweet husband has the most bizarre hair ever seen on a human head. It sticks straight out from his head, grows at least a foot a month and cannot be tamed without the use of tar or some other ridiculously strong and sticky substance. Just guess who takes longer to get ready in the morning? To be fair, this probably has something to do with the gravity challenging style he creates. Recently, a few old pictures have been sent from some well-meaning friends.

Paul said “You look like Wolverine.”

Funny, cause a woman at church recently said “Has anybody ever told you, you look like that guy from X-Men?”

From Tommy: If it makes you feel better we’ll trim it down in Photo Shop and give you a receding hairline with gray hairs mixed in.

In all honesty, the style was trendy…at the time. But ever since marrying me and my mad scissor skills, he has had to endure the bi-monthly torture session known as the “hour-long haircut in the freezing cold laundry room.” (Cut me some slack, I’m still learning)

I’m writing this at work (the boss is gone again!), so I don’t have a picture of his newly transformed mop but keep your eyes out for it and in the meantime just enjoy all the handsome pictures of him on our Flickr page.

p.s. I really do love my husband to death and I promise to stop picking on him eventually.

After almost a month of keeping everyone in breathless anticipation of our inaugural post, here I am at the computer ready to type away.  Except that I find I have absolutely no idea what to say.  Brett is definitely the funny one in the family so I guess that leaves me the smart one?

We have finally finished putting away the majority of all our “stuff”.  For those of you who don’t know, we just moved from Draper to American Fork last weekend.  Neither one of us can believe how much junk we have already accumulated in our 9.5 months of marriage.  And yes, Brett is still holding on to his duct tape pants despite my insistence on throwing them away.  We’re pretty happy with our new place considering we have doubled the size of living space AND saved several hundred dollars a month.  I guess that’s what you get for downgrading to Utah County, no offense.  We’ll let you know how the neighbors turn out and what we think of the ward in the next couple of weeks.  I’m sure it will be interesting.

It’s four minutes to ten o’clock right now and Brett is quite insistent that we are still going to go to Wal-mart tonight.  Ever since playing Guitar Hero at Katie and Justin’s he has been absolutely obsessed with getting one when they come out for the Wii (our machine of choice).  So it came out last week but we’ve been waiting til payday to get it.  It is our Christmas present after all.  So guess what today was?  That’s right, payday.  To his credit he does try to stay calm when he talks about it.  Every once in a while though, he gives it away with a little giggle to himself and I know he is imagining himself on his knees wailing on his guitar.  I am going to do whatever it takes to get a picture of him acting like the ten-year old I know is buried down in there.