Upon reading my blog, Brian pointed out that we were not together for all eleven months between the time that he returned from his mission and the time that we got married. We started going on dates shortly after he returned but we were not officially dating until several months later. Brian also pointed out that we were not together after I told him I wasn’t going to marry him. True. AND just so that none of you worry that I don’t know that Brian was dating it up with all sorts of girls while I lived in Utah and before we got engaged–yeah, I know. Not that any of this matters…
Hmmm….I also want to say that Brian is like Lenny (of Mice and Men). He is super, super strong and could easily kill me on accident. In fact, he almost just killed me while we were wrestling.
Also, I am officially inviting any of you that are interested to participate in a Sudoku challenge. I seriously can’t imagine anyone being more skilled at Sudokus than Brian, so I am trying to find willing participants to challenge him. I’m serious. I will make a copy of a particular Sudoku challenge and then email it to you. You can time yourself to see how long it takes you to finish it, and I will time Brian with the same one. Any takers?
P.S. If any of you would be more comfortable challenging Brian in person, we will be in Vegas for the next few weeks, so I can probably arrange it.
i’m in for the saduko challenge! why not right? I live to far away for him to kill me with his strength.
Count me in for the sudoku.
Hi, by the way! Melissa pointed me here. It’s her fault. 🙂
That is a mean picture of brian. If i didn’t already know him, I would be concerned for you.
Oh you are too funny.
I’ll pass on sudoku, I have never even played it.
1. No to Soduku. I’m not that good, and I am willing to admit that.
2. I find you and Brian’s relationship somewhat comical… considering I was around and hearing about it, but it’s so endearing.
3. Brian is kind of like Lenny. I think he and Justin almost killed me once wrestling trying to get the dogs to lick my face. Boys…
Ann, thank you for not officially tagging me. I don’t like answering those.
Anyway, wow, your man is super concerned that you get your facts stright. He must really care about your blog. Mine doesn’t even read mine. Of course my words are no fun at all, just a bunch of jibberish pouring from my fingers. So, consider yourself lucky for such a aware and involved husband of the blog world.
On the flip side, Brian better consider himself very lucky to be married to such a woman that will wrestle with him. I won’t even do it with Curtis who must only have half Brian’s strength (good think Curtis doesn’t read this!). When Curtis gets me into a choke hold and softly, playfully slams me down, my automatic reaction is to play dead and hope I don’t actually become so.
I hope you are having a BLAST in Las Vegas!! I can just imagine your lovely family gathering in the candle light of perfect meals every night and camp rushing head on (football-like) into his grandmother’s legs when he first saw her at the airport.
Hey! My email is mlrtm55@sbcglobal.net
Tell him to bring it on! (hahaha, just for saying that I am going to lose badly!)
ann i cant tell you how much i enjoy your blog. I suck at sudoku otherwise i would take the challenge. And to answer your question you asked a million posts ago…i am going to grow out my hair. I saw you a few weeks ago and you may have noticed…of course im not the most important person that was there that day…but i am growing it. I meant to tell you how lovly you looked. I enjoyed the three minutes we got to talk. hope youre well.
I was just telling my husband how Brian used to do wrestling moves on Malinda and I on the trampoline. Good for you Annie!! Way to hang with The Hulk!!
I had to check out your blog after seeing you last Sunday! You are hilarious and your family is just beautiful. I can see why you moved to Oregon…it looks like the loveliest place I’ve ever seen. It was so fun to see you and catch up a little. Hopefully we’ll run into you again someday in good old Las Vegas!
~Kori (Cramer) Crookston