Home again, home again!

Well, it's probably about time to update this blog of mine. Since March, Brad and I have basically been dead to our friends. Apparently that's a requirement of marriage, to fall of the face of the earth for about a year. But seriously, we need married friends. We're so dreadfully bored. Please be friends with us! Do you think that sounds too needy? We're not creepy, much. We still love our single friends too, and want to hang out with you. But for some reason, not very many single people like to hang out with us. It could be our newlywed obnoxiousness.

Anyway, if you've been wanting to know what has been going on with us here is the news. Brad got an internship with Moog Medical Devices in early May. (Yay, Brad!) They wanted him to start less than a week after the interview. My parents kept us from living in a cardboard box by taking us in, because there was no way we could sell our old contract and find a new apartment that quick. (And frankly, we need to save as much money as we possibly can.) I figure cardboard box living is inevitable at some point, I am a music major after all, but I'm grateful that day has been delayed. There's no way my violin could have survived the elements.

Some people may consider moving in with their parents so soon after getting married as a failure, but I don't. We've been married for more than three months, which is longer than Kim Kardashian. (Go us! We have good enough marriage skills to still be happy and cheesy after three months of marriage.)

Okay, so they may be winning in the fame and beauty category. But I think I win in the buffness category (at least against Kim Kardashian) because I moved all of our stuff almost entirely by myself! Brad moved up to Davis County, and I stayed behind to finish up my job and pack up our belongings. Our papers and kitchen appliances seem to grow like the rabbit population in Australia every time we move (twice in the last three months).  

Brad did come on a Saturday and helped me move the really heavy stuff, like the bed. But I did carry the kitchenaid all the way to the parking lot! Don't laugh, that thing is dang heavy.

Living at home and being able to ask my mom for help whenever I cook has kept me from too many kitchen disasters. But, come on, it's me! They'll never end. The latest and greatest disaster? Green Velvet Cake. But first some background story.

Our wedding cake was made by Brad's wonderful cousin, Elizabeth. It was Red Velvet; beautiful and delicious. But we didn't get to taste much, because in the fray of smashing it in each other's faces most of it went up our noses.

We tenderly cut our beautiful cake.

"Am I doing this right, Mom?"

Not too bad.

Up the nose.

We're strange.

"Bradley, I seriously cannot breathe!"

He started it. 

After blowing my nose repeatedly, I went and ate a piece of our delicious cake while Brad wiped off as much icing off his tux as he possibly could. He promised me he would not get any cake on my dress and he kept that promise. I didn't promise anything. 

After our honeymoon, it was difficult to make a trip back to my parents' house with our crazy school schedule. By the time we went back, the remainder of the cake was moldy. Brad never got to eat a slice. I felt bad that the poor guy never got a slice of his own wedding cake so I decided to make him a red velvet cake in honor of three months of marriage. I made frosting from scratch for the first time ever, and it was...almost normal. Maybe a little runny and grainy, but it was sweet. I went to make the cake, but I could not find any red food coloring. Instead, I decided to use blue.

Apparently blue+chocolate=green.

I think people who read my blog are probably starting to doubt that I can make cakes. I promise I can! As long as they're sheet cakes. The most amazing part of this story is that my family ate this cake. The whole thing was consumed within two days. Brad told me they ate it so fast because if it had gone moldy, they wouldn't have been able to tell. Ah well. Here's my new summer goal--to make a beautiful cake. Wish me luck!