Monday, June 29, 2009

Marital Bliss

I found a folder in my pictures that I had named "married life." So, here is a taste of what it is like to be married to Randon Tagg. (It's the best-- you should all be jealous).


This is our living room. Oh! What's that on the TV?? ESPN?? No way! What a shocker!


As you can see, space is not something that they divvy out liberally at Cambridge Court. I don't mind though; it just forces us to cuddle more. :)


And the kitchen. Apparently this was taken around Halloween. Although I love pumpkin, we do not usually have one carved as our centerpiece. Gotta love the expression on Randon's face...


This is us in the conference center. Things to know about Randon: he doesn't really like taking pictures. Therefore, you will always turn out with one of two faces: weird, or extremely cheesy grin. This one was a weird face.


To save money, and for pure convenience, we decided that I should be Randon's hair stylist. I attended the Duncan Glen hair school, watched a cut, and was supervised on a cut, and I was ready to do my first solo cut. This is a before shot. Yeah, it's just funny...

Notice how confident I appear. Randon is actually not doing one of his two smile variations. He is actually very nervous. As he should have been, I still didn't know what I was doing at the time!


And the finished product. I am sweaty from going over everything so many times and fading to perfection, but satisfied. I don't think he had seen how amazing it looked yet, so he didn't want to appear too excited just in case it looked bad.


One Sunday, I had the sudden urge to bake something. This actually happens a lot. I blame (and thank) my mother. So I discovered that we were, of course, out of everything. Everything except peaches that is. I decided to make a peach pie.


Randon was pretty excited about it. He helped me peel the peaches and then claimed that he had made the whole pie. This picture is payback for that. (Note: this is his cheesy grin)


The finished product was divine. The pie, however, took us a long time to finish off. It turns out that Randon doesn't really like pie all that much, and I really just enjoyed making it more than eating it. Don't get me wrong; it was delicious. I just couldn't justify stuffing my face with pie all the time. It really is more something to share. So, I'll make you pie if you'll be our friends. :)

Saturday, June 27, 2009

From the top...

We have finally jumped on the bandwagon (and when I say "we" I mean "I" because Randon will not ever touch this blog). I'm going to be honest, I've put off blogging for so long because it intimidates me. I look at our friends' blogs and they are all so craftily formatted, their comments so witty, and their lives seem to be filled with such fun activities! I also feel astronomically behind, seeing as I was not "on the ball" and didn't start us a blog while awaiting a proposal. We have been married for almost a year, so this might be a long post. Those who do not have the endurance for such, turn back now. So I guess we should start at the wedding...


It was beautiful. It was the happiest day of my life. It was all of the wonderful things that you can say about a wedding. But, I feel like the thing that Randon and I tell people most often about our wedding is this: it was hot.

This is me in between shots, trying to get a little air through all the layers of non-breathable fabric. It was like wearing a portable sauna. I think I am sassing someone about it...

Notice the paper towels in Randon's hand. We had to literally mop our brows between each shot. I'm pretty sure that at this point, we didn't mind.

It all turned out better than I could have hoped for, despite the vengeful Georgia humidity. We had so much love and support from our friends and family. Here are a few of my favorite pictures.

Who can pick just one maid of honor? Janna is my best friend from Utah, and Christen is my best friend from Georgia. I wanted them both.

The bridesmaids: Janna, Christen, Pamela, Emily, and Shawney. Who can guess which ones are related?

The groomsmen: Breton, Dad, Randon (does he count even though he's the groom?), Matt, Tyler, Jason, Chapman, and Max. Most of these guys are related, so it's not as hard to guess. Jason and Breton: you are at our wedding, not our funeral...

The whole family. We just love them all!!


This is a special shout out to all of our friends that flew out for the wedding. I would have been WAY more stressed without everyone's support! It really meant a lot to Randon and I that you all could come! I'm glad that you all got to have a taste of the South. Ask any of these girls to tell you the story of buying me a garter...


My Provo girls. They can't be beat.


I think this is my favorite picture ever. Besides all the mushy kissing ones, that is. This is right before I tossed my bouquet. I think there might be someone who wants it, but she's being so subtle... She didn't end up catching it. Christen beat her by a dive.

Ok, so much for the super-post. This is more time consuming than I anticipated! That's all for the wedding. I'll just end with this picture. It's just so typical Randon...