we like books.

see through duvet cover.

well whatever. i am wearing a new shirt today so life was so good until like 9:30. when i realized my shirt is freakin SEE THROUGH! i know i know. you are wondering what the problem is. but you see. there is a major problem. you can see THROUGH MY SHIRT. i was yelling just then. anyway. at least i have this cardigan i can wear. and button one button. and look crazy. but i would rather look crazy than look like a sketchy home wrecker.

sometimes i want to delete my facebook. delete my instagram. delete my twitter (ba ha). delete my blog. delete. control alt delete. just delete it. but then. i just don't know what i would do all day. so i decide to keep it. i think i have a problem. well i know i have a problem. i'm that person who makes fun of her husband for not knowing how to status update. i'm teaching him. he has had some hit stati lately.

last week erika and eloise and i went shopping alllll day. it was the best. we met up at 10 in the morning and got home at 6. it was a full days work. we bought some pretty great things. but i think we both ended up returning most of it the next day. oops. buyers remorse. but i forced her to buy this best lip stick color. cause she tried it on and then she was a babe the whole day. well even more of a babe than she usually is. so i forced her to buy it. she is the most beautiful. then everyone was staring at her and being obsessed with her and eloise. i was loving it. i was like "I KNOW!" "THEY ARE MY FAMILY!" "THAT IS MY NIECE AND MY SISTER!" just yelling all over the mall.

danny and i finally bought a duvet cover. it should be here this week. now i most definitely can't eat in bed anymore. i am banned. i blame that good/bad habit on my mom. she is a bed eater. i have yet to wake up with peanut butter in my hair though.

done.

how do you spell polaroid?

i'm obsessed with polaroids recently. it really makes every picture look way better. or at least cooler. and i'm all about being cool. N E WAYZ. here is our relationship polarized. hahahahha.

so this was our first picture we took together. we had been dating for like two months already. so you could probably say i'm no good at taking pictures. and that this polarized traveling through our relationship won't take too long. but back to the point. our first picture together. we are outside of the waldorf historia in park city. we may or may not have stayed here the night before with our friends richie and danielle. oopsie.

this picture has been through the ringer. ever since our first date, when i told him my mom was a killer cook, danny kept saying how he wanted to cook with my mom. i was half freaked out, half kinda freaked out by his request. but after a while my mom and danny became friends and somehow set up a friday night to make lasagna. this was us cooking. he even wore an apron. at the time i thought he was just trying to impress me. then later i realized he is just that awesome.

this was a time that we went ice skating. i realized he was a babe in a cardigan. and he realized probably that i may not be the most athletic person in the world. oh well. he can skate backwards and do flips on ice skates. i can kind of walk backwards and flip hamburgers. we both bring a lot to the table.

this was the day he taught me to ski. it was one of the best times i've ever had. i fell a million times. and did a cool back flip roll thing on accident. plus i got hot chocolate.

this is us at a jazz game on my birthday. it's actually a funny story. somehow i made my fondness of the jazz seem more like an obsession. and so danny thought i would want front row tickets to one of the biggest games of the year. little did he know i would have rather had a bike. or a marc jacobs watch. or a trip to disneyland. but it's the thought that counts. and it's the best memory now!

this is a picture of the polar bear from lost. no way! it's actually just us in vegas. this bear grabbed my butt and bit danny's head off. we survived.

we got engaged! and we were matching. embarrassing.

one time our baby niece was born. we were too happy. and we could not even handle it. this is us being so excited at the hospital.

oh and this is us swinging. on our wedding day.

hashtags and the like.

there are a lot of things that confuse me. but like the kind of confusion where i don't want the answer. cause you will just confuse me more. 

first- why hashtags? i don't get it. i will never get it. and since we're talking about hashtags let's talk about twitter? why? #whyhashtagsandwhytwitter

second- starting work at 8 am. i thought they call it the 9 to 5? i thought 8 am only exists when you have a flight to catch. i was wrong.

third- someone starting their motorcycle at 3 am right outside your window when you have work at 8 am the next morning. and not only starting it, but saying their goodbyes for the next 5 minutes. i'll tell you though, i'm not really sure if this actually happened. i really couldn't believe it as it was happening, i kept saying "is this real?". and i never got a straight answer from danny.

fourth- pictures of your legs/feet with a caption like "laying by the pool" or "check out my new shoes". and i'll forgive you once for this. but three times or more and i just have to question your motives. like.... i..... don't know why that could happen.

fifth- signing your new last name wrong on your driver's license. i did that! ha. i missed an L in there somewhere. i just don't get it.

sixth- yelling at your wife on the phone at work. uh oh. not good huh? like take it out in the hall. or like. just. don't yell in my presence. i have a low tolerance for yelling though. like i will be like "don't yell!" and whoever is yelling will be like "i'm not yelling!" and then i will second guess myself. like do i really know what yelling is? and then i will block out whoever is yelling at me. so i guess it works out.

seventh- why do i say "like" so much? it's like. annoying. but i can't stop. and plus it's not my fault. i blame it on the 90's.

eight- whole blogs posts dedicated to complaining and making fun of people. but disguised as things that are confusing. #imbeingironic.

status.

i'm tall so my forehead got shopped off when i polaroid-ed this. but what a nice picture. eh eh eh? they are the most beautiful, talented, best mama's i know. i am proud to call them my own and hope i can be like them when i grow up.

in other news. when danny asked me if i wanted to go to the byu game tonight i pretended that i wanted to. cause i knew he did. like i'm not trying to get you to tell me imma good wife. but, come on, way good wife status right here, yeah? go cougars. go home. cause i hate you. whoa. back to bad wife status. damn.

also. i've been obsessed with lip stick lately. i blame it on my friend evie in the aves. she introduced me to vegas volt lip stick from mac. and i wore it on my wedding day. and then everyone thought i got my make up done professionally but really i just did it by myself in my bathroom. so now every time i walk by lip stick i buy some cause it's only $14.50 and i can justify that amount.

see yuh.

hi.

i changed my name today. it almost wasn't worth it when i walked into the social security office and there were 30 people ahead of me. but i held strong. and now i'm melissa rae sullivan. weird/awesome.

a month ago i would be so pissed at myself for what i'm about to say. but i really really really want to take a photography class. like whatever i'll jump on the bandwagon. and maybe i'll not be good at it. but then maybe it will turn out to be my calling in life. first step, get a camera. second step, no one steal my idea. or i mean no one steal this idea that i stole from everyone else.

danny and i went to virginia for his brother's wedding this passed week. we flew into DC and it was the best. all the sudden i liked sightseeing. but let me tell you that the roads on the east coast are hurl inspiring. like consider walking everywhere. like make your in laws pack in the back seat so you can hog the front. like puke all over the windshield. like make your new husband real grossed out when you miss the toilet. like that's not even a joke. i missed the toilet and instead puked all over the bathroom. embarrassing. i'm trying to be all cute as a new wife, but it only lasted like 2 weeks. cause now danny knows i can spew with the best of them. he told me he thought it was cute. but i could see the horror behind his eyes. poor thing. anyway. other than the perma-motion sickness it was a successful trip.

beginning.

where to begin? they say to start at the very beginning, it's like a very good place to start. but i don't know how true that is. cause that would take a way long time to blog about everything from day one. so i think i'm gonna start from the day danny proposed. cause well, that seems like a very good place to start.

so it was a normal monday. i was bugged like everyone is on mondays. cause mondays are no fun. except when it's bachelor/bachelorette season, then it's fun. anyway. so my work phone rings and it's the front desk lady telling me there is something waiting for me downstairs. i was procrastinating going down there cause i figured it was some delivery for my boss or coupons from some catering company. so i was in no hurry. anyway. so once i finally make it down there the front desk lady was like, a young very good looking young man brought these for you.

(roses, in case you weren't sure. but mostly i just wanted to be obvious.)

so then i like get this ridiculous grin on my face and head back upstairs to my desk. i see a little note in there on a post it note that said "happy secretaries day! love bop." whatever i call him weird names. don't pretend like you don't. so i start laughing. one because it was actually administrative professionals day (same thing you say? no). and two it wasn't until wednesday. but i was still down for the thought. and was loving it so much. anyway. so i go along with my day so happy. and some guy that works with me saw the flowers and was like "what did your boyfriend do wrong?" ha. nothing. he is just the best. 

so after work danny and i meet up and he tells me we can eat wherever i want. so i obviously choose cafe rio and yogurtland. like who wouldn't? so afterward we're heading home and danny tells me he wants to set up the projector to watch a movie and he will drop me off to change into my pj's. totally normal. so he drops me off. and i change into a red flannel and black leggings. looking back i wish i would have worn something way better. like knocked him out with my looks. but oh well. so i am waiting downstairs with my mom. an hour passes. it's like nine pm now and i go to bed at ten. so i am getting bugged. i won't lie. i was actually way mad. so then finally he arrives after i wait for an hour and a half. i don't look at him or speak to him. cause i'm mean and emotional. anyway. so we get to the car and there are diet cokes and kazoozles and gummy lifesavers. and then i'm not pissed anymore. i can be bought. 

so we get to his house. and we get out of the car and i start booking it inside cause it's cold. and i wanna have time to watch the movie. danny is going so slow into the house. he is like fidgeting by the bushes and i am like "hurry!!!" and he says wait one sec. and so i stop and look back and all the sudden his whole tree house is lit up with white lights. "COOL!" i'm still not suspecting anything. danny is pretty random and does stuff like that all the time. i thought he was just showing me the tree house. so we go over there, climb the ladder, and danny takes out the ipad and opens up this cool stargazing app he has been wanting for forever. so we start stargazing. and since i'm a control freak i grab the iPad from him and start checking out the stars. and make an idiot of myself mispronouncing orion's belt. so i'm totally consumed with this app and then danny says "i'll pull one down for you." and i'm all "awww" not really paying attention still looking at the sky. then this huge thing comes flying at my face, luckily i had the ipad to block the blow. once i open my eyes. there he is. down on both knees. asking me to be his wife. and i can't even think. i am like. speechless. he says some cute things and then i am like still not speaking. he opens the ring box and the ring is in the lid. it had fallen out when it fell from the sky on a string danny had set up earlier. we're laughing. it's the best moment of my life. all i kept saying was "you're perfect." literally i think that's all i said for the next 20 minutes. while we laid in the tree house and drank sparkling water. 

this is the longest post of my life. but i had to write it down. even though i'm pretty sure i'll never forget it.