Jam Packed

This weekend was I guess what you'd call jam packed, felt like we drove all over southern california in a matter of 24 hours. I'm not complaining, I prefer to be constantly doing something, it keeps my mind busy : )

Friday night we went with some friends to the LA fair. I have decided county fairs are like really white trash museums! There are exhibits and interesting art surrounded by trashy people and fried food mmmm the fair!

(they were so excited to eat this...this was after they split it in half!)

Saturday I worked for a bit in Anaheim, then we drove down and spent the afternoon on the beach in Encinitas, found some cool thrift stores and surf shops. After trying on many cute clothes, I determined I need to starve myself. Then like 5 minutes later I saw a burrito staring me in the face for dinner and decided I'd rather eat it!


We ended the night in San Diego at the Black Keys concert. They are amazing, you should buy their album right now! We were packed like sardines in the venue & I was getting claustrophobic so I made my way to the back where I could breathe. I kept thinking someone would surely try to kidnap and murder me so I devised a plan...I would look at their license plate before they stuffed me in their trunk, then text Andy the # and hope he would put two and two together, brilliant I tell you brilliant. But no one kidnapped me so I didn't even have to use my plan, just drove home and fell asleep in the passenger seat instead!
It was the perfect day...worked a little, played on the beach, ate a big burrito and ended it at a concert : )

Bitter sweet

OH wow I just realized Andy posted a ski video on our 4 year anniversary, not a "happy anniversary Jen you are the most amazing wife in the world" post! LOL that's my husband he is so romantic! Well now I don't feel so bad about posting this...

Yes, Andy & I celebrated 4 years of wedded bliss this past week. I am in deed so thankful I married such a great guy and got awesome in-laws in return, however, throughout the week my thoughts were turned to this guy...
My dad was a huge support and strength to me throughout the whole engagement and wedding planning process, it was one of the most fun & cherished times in our relationship. We'd talk several times a day while I was in Washington & he was back home. He gave me lots of advice and was so excited about "the big day". He wanted it to be perfect for me and wanted to go all out and "throw a great party" for all of the guests. At times he got a little carried away with the going all out and thought it would be a great idea to hire a mime (yes the kind with white painted faces that don't speak) to entertain the guests in line. LOL I almost died when he suggested that one! Thankfully my aunt told him we were planning a wedding not a circus! That is one of my favorite things about my dad, how excited he would get about events, trips or whatever. He always said "if we're gonna do it let's do it right!" He is awesome to say the least.

Recently someone asked me if I had moved on from his loss. What kind of questions is that? Does anyone ever really move on from such a tragedy? Will I ever move on, NO, but I'm trying to figure out how to live my life and keep my world moving when it feels like it stopped. I hold on to precious memories that I have of him and thank the Lord for the angels He places in my life daily to help me keep going. My dad is one of those angels, I know it.

I am so thankful for the daddy daughter dance we shared at our reception. I use to cry at my friends weddings when they danced with their dad because I wanted to do that with mine and at the time wasn't sure if I'd get that chance. I'm so glad that I did. It's those precious moments that we had that keep me going.

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