It has been a long while since I have written anything, but this story is just too ridiculous not to share.

On Tuesday, we had our engagement pictures scheduled.  I got a LivingSocial deal for a hair salon that looked trendy and they had good reviews, so I booked an appointment to have my hair done.  How luxurious, you might say.  I just wanted to have phenomenal hair.  The appointment was going well, ish, except the lady was like "WHOA, your ends are bad, we need to cut off like 2 inches."  I don't think so.  How about you just do what I ask.  So she cut a little off and proceeded to try to style it like the picture I brought.  The picture had loose curls at the end, kind of beachy look.  Towards the end of the appointment, I told her, "Um I'm kind of nervous because this is not looking the way it does in the picture."  She consoled me by saying yes it did, and I was realizing this appointment was futile.  I eventually just said, "Ya okay, this could work," and tried to check out.  She said that it would be $90.  $90?!?!?!?!  For what? For doing a job a 6 year old could do??  I told her I was quoted $60 for the cut and hairstyle, and she was miffed and said, "Um that is not $60 work."  I felt like saying, ya I know, even that is a stretch.  She took the price down to $70, but I couldn't believe I had just paid someone for that.

I raced home and asked Austin what he thought.  He tends to err on the side of encouraging and sensitive, which is good, but when he said, "Oh, well, that is nice," I cut him off and said, "There's no time for BS! What do you really think!? It's horrible isn't it?!?!"  He started laughing and was like, "Well, it just kind of looks like a nest is on your head."  AWESOME.  We only had 30-40 minutes before we needed to leave, and I hadn't done my make up or gotten things together.  But I wasn't about to pay someone else to take pictures of me like that, so I jumped in the shower and washed all that money down the drain.  I did my hair faster than I have in my life, threw on make up, and threw everything I might need in a suitcase.  We left about 10 minutes late and raced on the freeway to Sundance.

Then.  Oh THEN, we rounded the corner and saw the south side of the valley when an enormous smoke plume erupted that looked like a spouting volcano of smoke.  The smoke was over what looked like Sundance.  We called the photographer who works behind Timpanogos, and confirmed that it would be dangerous and smoky there.  So we re-routed to Squaw Peak in Orem, I think?  And despite crazy traffic, we got there only 20 minutes late.

We followed our photographer and her husband up the peak and started hiking to a photography spot.  First of all, no where did I see in the contract that I would be hiking right before these pictures.  Also, it was like hiking through a nightmare because I think every bee in Utah was recruited to that area because, hey, Becca isn't having enough of a crazy day, so let's throw in her biggest enemy, BEES.  We started taking pictures, but I had to keep stopping because I would hear buzzing and also I was in a dress (the one day I don't wear spanks) and was concerned that things were flying up my dress.  We tried taking pictures in between my squirming and Austin smiles awkwardly most of the time so we were bickering about bees and laughing at our awkward smiles and uncomfortable head tilts, and the photographer kept laughing and saying, "You guys are like the funniest couple ever!"  Sweet.  Cause that's what every couple wants to be called in their engagment pictures, FUNNY.  But we had a good time.  I was nervous that no pictures would turn out though because there would be fear in my eyes from the bees swarming, and when she told us to kiss it felt so weird because you want to make sure it looks good in pictures, but I don't know how to turn my head to make it look good in a picture. But it looks like we got a couple good pictures.

Here is one good one...