Bachelorette Party

I hate to scandalize you all but this is the type of stuff you can't post about on facebook.

JK, really not that scandalous, I'm not sure what type of audience reads this so I will keep it mild.

Let us document the night in pictures.

 

Love all these girls!

 

The married ladies!

 

Apparently it is tradition to be hit over the head with each gift before you can open it?? Thanks Shelby for that one.

 

 

As you can tell I got a wide variety of very saucy lingerie.

 

Here is me being embarrassed by actual lingerie, not Wal-Mart night gowns like in the above picture.

 

Considering it was a Mormon bachelorette party obviously no strippers were involved, and so we just had a group of brazillian people sing me Happy Birthday at Rodizio Grill, the next best thing I guess.

Parting Words of Teenagerhood

When I turned 18 the world told me I was no longer a teenager. Honestly who came up with that whole notion because I don't know if you are aware but 18 and 19 still end in 'teen'. We are a very confused world indeed.

So tomorrow, I believe it will actually be made official that I have left teenagerhood. I will be entering a strange new realm of a brand new decade. I will be turning the ripe old age of 20.

Shiny, golden, sparkling 20 years old.

As I have begun to reflect on the previous 7 years of my life I have realized that through that time I discovered who I was.

Teenagerhood: The Road to Self Discovery would be a good, cheesy, Deseret Book appropriate title to the novel I would write about that particular portion of my life.

 

Being a teenager is awkward but necessary, just like using public restrooms or politely telling the lady walking down the street that her dress is tucked into her tights. It is a very short amount of time for a super immense amount of growth. You really do learn who you are, and you make some of the greatest friends and wonderful memories.

 

While the whole air of carefreeness that I once had will be missed, I am grateful to move onto the next stage in life. Goodbye 19. Hello life.



Hello

 

 

 

// The side effects of birth control vary from woman to woman. I am delighted to say that I have not experienced weight gain or dramatic mood swings. However every night at 11pm precisely I get nauseous feelings in my stomach. I read the pamphlet that came with the pills, apparently this is normal? I just remind myself that it could be worse.

 

// If I were to change one thing about myself it would be the color of my eyebrows. They are blonde, technically speaking. I take the liberty of coloring them in everyday. I choose to not be eyebrowless when I go to public places. It would be nice though if I didn't have to go through that process everyday though. On the other hand blonde hair is great in the sense I can go three months without shaving my legs and no one notices.

 

// I am going to Disneyland on my honeymoon. Can I get a HECK-to-the-yeahhh.

 

// So there was this weird moment today when I got on facebook and saw pictures of a girl I knew (pretty well, mind you) from high school in a wedding dress, standing next to a boy in a tux, outside of the temple. Oh you got married. I had absolutely no idea, until today... when I got on facebook... I would like to think that this is because I am simply out of the loop and not because I am too lame to be told things anymore. Thank goodness for social media. I would know nothing otherwise.

 

// Is it just me or does every girl from the class of 2011 either have a ring on their finger or a mission call in their hand? I mean come on people. Let's spread out our good news. Nothing exciting is going to be happening anymore because we are all deciding to do all exciting things at once!

 

 

This One's For You

Hey hot stuff.

 

 I don't know what I did to deserve a man like you but all I know is that I got the best. I'll admit when I first met ya I had no idea you were the one, but slowly as I fell in love I realized there just couldn't be anyone else.

 

I remember the first time I realized I loved you. It was when we were picking huckleberries, remember? And then that night we curled up in a blanket on your front lawn and looked at the stars and I told you. I told you I loved you and you said it back and I felt like the luckiest girl alive.

 

You're everything to me and I want to shower you with kisses for the rest of my life and longer too.

 

You're the best man I ever knew. You're sweet and kind and full of love. You forgive so freely and are a friend to everyone. I love that about you.

 

I cannot wait until December 29th when I get to kneel beside you and be sealed together forever. Here's to our life. It's going to be a wild, but very happy adventure.

 

Love, Me

On the Subject of Love: Kissing

Kissing a strange ritual in which two people decide to put their lips together.

Think back to your first kiss. Shuffling feet, nervous sweat, weak knees. Feelings of nervousness, uncertainty and excitement surely were present. And then it happened, your lips met anothers and you probably went home thinking that it really wasn't as scary as you thought it would be. Unless of course your braces interlocked, then it really was that bad.

The average person will spend about 20,000 minutes (or around two weeks) of their lives kissing.

Clearly there must be something about kissing we enjoy if we are so willing to spend that much time doing it.

"A passionate kiss acts like a drug, causing us to crave the other person thanks to a neurotransmitter called dopamine. This is the same substance involved in taking illegal substances such as cocaine, which is why the novelty of a new romance can feel so addictive. Dopamine is involved in sensations of reward, making us feel intense desire that can lead to feelings of euphoria, insomnia, and loss of appetite, and it is only one actor in the great chemical ballet happening in our bodies. And then there are physical changes. A kiss can cause our blood vessels to dilate, our pulse to quicken and cheeks to flush. Our pupils grow wide, which is likely one reason that so many of us are apt to close our eyes. In other words, the body's response mirrors many of the same symptoms frequently associated with falling in love."

taken from http://www.cnn.com/2012/02/14/opinion/kirshenbaum-science-kissing/index.html

 

 

So I suppose Ke$ha wasn't that far off. Your love, your love, your love is my drug.

 

But honestly not every kiss feels quite that heavenly. So who's responsible?

 

Your nose, that's who.

 

Your olfactory system plays a much bigger part in kissing and determining your committment afterward than you think.

 

While kissing women and men can smell pheremones in each other. While we may not be doing this in total conciousness, we instinctively are able to tell how compatible are DNA may be through this smelling process.

 

Putting bad breath aside, that may be why after a kiss you don't feel quite like you're flying sky high - your DNA just wasn't compatible.

 

How interesting.

 

Some classic kisses:

 

 



 

Kissing is truly a wonderful thing, and it has stress reducing effects, so no wonder society likes it so much.

 

For more on kissing:

 

My First Kiss Ever:

Part One: http://www.hannahelizabethabbott.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-first-kiss-part-1.html

Part Two: http://www.hannahelizabethabbott.blogspot.com/2012/06/my-first-kiss-part-2.html

My First Kiss With My Fiance':

 http://www.hannahelizabethabbott.blogspot.com/2012/10/kiss-me.html

 

 

Smitten

I did not even know they made mittens such as these. Mittens made for couples who really want to hold hands.

They are called smittens, and rightfully so.

Oh the things people come up with.

Really this type of thing just makes me laugh, like snuggies and pajama jeans.

I mean, really? It's kind of awesome.

Beauty is Pain

You guys, I am pretty much getting the best Christmas present there is.

and i'm not talking about my two front teeth

23 more days, people.

Apparently I find great joy and entertainment by taking pictures of myself attempting to create numbers with my fingers.

Did you know that in the medievel times women used to rub pee on their faces in an attempt to fade their freckles? Also people used to bleed themselves out to acheive paler skin. Will we women stop at NOTHING to achieve beauty?!

I'm glad we don't practice such things anymore. I like modern cosmetics. I also like googling the history of makeup. It really is quite fascinating.

Tara and I blew a circuit today. Each of us had plugged in a straightener while simultaneously blow drying our hair. That has never happened to me before. It was a grand experience, but I was grateful when Brooklyn walked down to the fuse box and flipped the bathroom switch so we could continue our beauty routines.

I am a human being who enjoys taking my own sweet time while getting ready. I take long showers. I take a long time to do my makeup and I take even longer to do my hair. On average I get ready in an hour to and hour and a half. That's a long time, but it is also the time of day that I find most satisfying. I like getting ready.

Also I like pink and I am currently wearing about 5 different shades of it. Good thing I am not wearing pink pants as well. That might be overwhelming. I believe several car accidents were avoided today by me not walking around the streets in head to toe pink. You can thank me later, citizens of Rexburg.

Clearly, I am a girl, in case that was ever in question.