My New Hair

Ahhh! HELP!!! I can feel my brains leaching out! AHHHHHH!!!
Yep, it is true, the rumors are correct, I am now half blonde.
My entire ballroom team is going blonde for our competition in England at the end of the semester. I, having never colored my hair in any manner besides one failed attempt in high school, have been collecting advice on the best way to go about becoming a blondie. I heard from most people of some experience that the best way to do it is gradually. SO, I found a place and they did a "slice" which basically means that a little more than half my hair is now blonde. It is awesome. And scary. But awesome.
Patrick says that I have, "Tiger stripes."
Unfortunately, the lighting when I was taking pictures wasn't all that great so you can't really get the full effect- but these pictures are the best. . . . well, except for the first one which is my impression of my sisters' scared face they make for the camera often. hee hee
Oh, yeah, if you look really hard at the UVSC competition photos below you can kind of tell my hair is different because I did it the day of the waltz/mambo competitions- which also explains my insane makeup. No, I do not wear fake eyelashes on a regular basis!

Photobooth is just too much fun. . . .

Ok, so we're addicts. There are worse things like drugs and alcohol and internet television! It's a good thing we have this anyhow because our digital camera is MIA right now. . .

UVSC Dancesport Spring 2008

Once upon a time in the land of Utah there was a ballroom competition. . .


Here is my friend Berkeley and me competing in the American Gold Mambo event. We ended up getting second place. It was a lot of fun!

Berkles and me doing the International Standard Silver Waltz. We rocked it and got 2nd place.

This picture is from the finals of the International Latin Gold/Gold Bar Rumba event. Joe and I got 6th place and this picture rocks!

This is George and me doing the waltz for the Novice International Standard event. We were fighting for floorspace the whole time because they put all 14 couples out at once and there were many collisions! We received one callback for our waltz but didn't make the finals. Oh well. At least we looked fabulous!

More Fun With Photo Booth

More random pictures!

Husbandology

Husbandology! Mom did it so I thought I would, too.

What’s his name? Patrick Thomas Darby

How long have you been together? Married 8 1/2 years.

How long did you date? It was at least a few months . . . .

How old is he? He is an old, old, OOOOOOOLD man: 30!

Who eats more? I think I actually eat more lately because I am burning calories like mad!

Who said I love you first? I do not know. Let's just say it was him. . . heh heh heh

Who is taller? Patrick is waaaaay taller. He's a 6 footer and I like to say I am 5'4".

Who is smarter? We're pretty evenly paced so I will not say that either is smarter than the other.

Who does laundry? Oh, laundry is the root of all evil! Lately, he's been washing it and then leaving the clean laundry in a heap for me to fold.

Who does the dishes? We both do.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Who cares? AND- which side are we referring to as "right"- is that when you are looking at the bed from the foot or if you were lying on the bed?

Who pays the bills? Patrick is our billpayer.

Who mows the lawn? Generally, Patrick has been the mower. I take a turn with the lawnmower occasionally but he's good at going and hacking down the jungle growth. Right now, this question is a little obsolete since our lawn is currently covered in a foot of snow. What this question should ask is: Who shovels the driveway? AND the answer to that question would be: Patrick, occasionally. ME, mostly. I find it very therapeutic.

Who cooks dinner? Patrick is generally our cook. He is just so good at looking at the contents of our cupboards and throwing together something fantastic. I tend to either do some kind of pasta or grilled cheese sandwiches. Mmmm. .

Who drives when you are together? I allow Patrick to drive but occasionally I will take over when he is tired.

Who is more stubborn? It is a toss-up.

Who asked out who first? Patrick asked me out and then didn't call me. It's a loooong story but I'll tell it to you for a dollar!

Who has more siblings? We are tied for this- but he wins for brothers and I win for sisters!

Who wears the pants in the family? This is another inane question but I will answer it saying that we attempt to work together to decide things and we both enjoy wearing pants- though Patrick is very uncomfortable in a skirt. . .