Vegas Part I

We went to Vegas for the first time over Easter weekend to meet up with my best friends / college roommates. We drove through most of Utah on Thursday night, and spent the night in St. George at a place that said offered continental breakfast. I will sleep pretty much anywhere if I can have continental breakfast after.

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Sadly, the continental breakfast was plain toast (no butter) and plain Cheerios. We booked it to McDonald’s for breakfast instead, so we could try to catch the next session at the St. George temple.It wasn’t until we got to the temple that we realized it was closed for the week for cleaning. Facepalm.

Since we were only a few hours away from Las Vegas, we decided we’d go to the temple there instead. We were able to do sealings and a session there (#20 for us!). The celestial room is gorgeous, and might be my all-time favorite.

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Also, they have a cafeteria that serves Costco muffins. 5 stars.

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Four Year Anniversary

We didn’t have any big plans for our four year anniversary. All I wanted was a delicious baked good, and all Tyson wanted was to ride the train.

We started our celebration by doing sealings at the Logan temple.

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We then rode the train from Ogden to Salt Lake. Look at that smile:

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We had lunch at City Creek, and then toured a train station, where I took this blurry picture of Tyson:

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Sadly, our day steadily declined after this. (Not pictured.)

Since we’d taken the train to Salt Lake, we were in Salt Lake without a car. We wanted to have dinner at JCWs, so we tried taking the bus to the nearest JCWs. We did not realize that the bus system in Salt Lake City is fickle, and bus route numbers change on a whim. After about forty minutes into a bus ride, we realized we were going in the wrong direction. The route number had changed without us noticing, and we were now heading into the bad side of Salt Lake just as it was starting to get dark. We got off the bus and ended up catching a bus back to City Creek.

Cold and hungry, we grabbed a brownie and some Chinese food before catching the trolley to the train station so we could ride back to Ogden. That’s when we noticed our train ticket was missing. We looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. The next train would be here soon, so we decided to try our luck and get on without our ticket. I anxiously ate a cold egg roll while waiting for the train. We tried not to attract any attention to ourselves.

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Some hooligans got on at the next stop and decided to sit right next to us. I felt like I was in an eighties movie, starring John Cusack, where the good kid who never gets in trouble sits next to the bully and gets in trouble by pure association. I’m not sure how these people were even real, but we rolled the dice on public transportation and somehow got them. They were being really loud and disrespectful, and even started smoking electronic cigarettes at some point. The sassy train aide was not having it, and I saw my life flash before my eyes when I saw her walking towards us and threaten to kick them off the train. I pictured us stranded in Downtown Salt Lake and hitchhiking back to Ogden.

After the world’s longest train ride, we got off the train and back to Coco. The only time I have been happier to see her was when she was towed after I illegally parked her at Jack in the Box, but that is a story for another day.

We got back to Logan around midnight, determined to never spend an anniversary like that again. Even though it wasn’t our most successful anniversary ever, there’s no one I’d rather be lost with than Tyson. 

About Us – 2016 Version

Today is my WordPress anniversary! I have been blogging about us for four years, and have never written a proper About Us page. I figure that now is as good a time as any, so here’s version 1. As of April 24th, 2016, this is who we are:

I am Brenda Daun, primary author of this blog. I love good books, baked goods, Diet Coke, reading, writing, and avoiding the great outdoors. I grew up in Southern California in a little town called Imperial. I started attending UC Irvine in the fall of 2007 as a Psychology major. I realized the error of my ways two years later, and switched my major to English with an emphasis in Creative Writing. I graduated from UCI in 2011, and this was my sad attempt at a jumping picture.

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#neverforget

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Tyson is from Irvine, CA. He loves photography, roller coasters, trains, airplanes, and enjoying the great outdoors. His uniform mostly consists of plaid shorts and cat shirts. We met in a mission preparation class in the spring of 2010 shortly after he’d returned from his mission to Guatemala.

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I’d like to say that we were the Ross and Rachel of our singles ward, but it was probably only that dramatic to us. After months of being friends, we officially started dating in January of 2011. Tyson proposed six months later, and he still jokes it took me way too long to say yes. We were married on March 10th, 2012 in the Newport Beach temple.

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In June 2012, we packed up most of our belongings into our little white Corolla (Coco) and moved to Logan, Utah for Tyson to finish his Bachelor’s degree in Aviation. I am currently dreaming about going back to school and working full-time as a Project Manager at a Utility Billing Company. Tyson is currently going to school full-time and working part-time at the IT service desk on campus. He will have his own jumping graduation picture soon. Hopefully he’ll be able to get more air than I was.

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We love road trips, finding new places to eat, binge watching shows on Netflix, and visiting new temples. Most of all, we love being together. We are living our adventure, and this is it.

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Tyson in his Natural Habitat

Tyson can usually be found behind a camera. I can usually be found behind my phone, taking pictures of Tyson behind his camera. #meta

I hope he takes me on safari with him if he ever becomes a photographer for National Geographic. Even though, let’s face it, I would be an anxious mess on safari.

Anyway, here’s the reason he’s the photographer and I’m not.

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We all have our talents, right? 😉

The Striped Shirt that Started It All

If you look through my pictures, you may have noticed I have a little bit of a striped shirt problem. This problem used to be reserved specifically for black and white t-shirts,  but it has since expanded into stripes of all colors and in all articles of clothing. I will be the first to admit that I have a problem. I wasn’t always like this. I used to think all patterns were created equal, until one shirt came along and changed everything for me.

The year was 2010. Gossip Girl was still on, and we were all still a little concerned about Britney Spears. I went shopping with my best friends, and we were in our first store. The first store is what sets the tone for the rest of the shopping trip, so the pressure was on to find something good. I saw the striped shirt of my dreams in the clearance aisle and thought I heard a love song, but it was probably just the music they were playing in the store. I snatched it up before anyone else could and then braced myself for the price tag. It was only $5!

This shirt is everything you’d ever want a shirt to be: soft, low-maintenance, loose enough that it forgives any overeating. I’ve been wearing this shirt at least weekly for the past six years and have only retired it from my usual lineup recently because it started getting little holes on the bottom. </3

This shirt has been through it all with me. It’s survived four moves, two states, and about ten thousand washes. I will be forever indebted to it for introducing me to the subtle but beautiful stripe. Everyone deserves at least one article of clothing that makes them feel like royalty. Thank you, $5 striped shirt, for being mine. ❤