Cuba

I want to go to Cuba, badly.

I have wanted to go ever since I saw Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. So, as Dalan and I attempt to find good deals on a flight/hotel anywhere (with no luck) for our honeymoon this summer, I keep telling Dalan all I want to do is go to Cuba.

So, this morning I read on an article that the U.S. is slowly loosening up its rules on travel to Cuba. C'mon, it is about time. Free country, my ass. I can travel to China, which is a communist country, but not Cuba???? Anyway, the articles talks about two options you have as an American to get into Cuba. The first option is to apply, and the U.S. government may allow it for a wide variety of reasons, including an educational trip for my family. The second option is to go through Canada or Mexico, where some places specialize in American travel to Cuba. Apparently, Cuba does not require a passport, so Americans can slip in and out of Cuba fairly easily and undetected. There are two small catches, one is you have to bring cash, because you cannot use an American credit card in Cuba. The other is you can get fined 7,500 dollars if caught, but according to the article I read only 3 people out of an estimated 50,000 got fined last year.

Now, I have no idea how much it will be to fly to say Canada, and then to Cuba, but I totally want to. That would be the best honeymoon ever, and pretty darn unique. Do you think it would be worth even looking into? Do you think I should wait, and see if the restrictions will slowly disappear, and then we can just go and be legit? Just wondering.

Dinner with a side of good conversation

Over the last month or so, I have had the best dinners with the best of friends. It has been so much fun. I am loving going to dinner, eating yummy food, and just chatting. So, call me! I want to go to dinner with you, and catch up, gossip, laugh, and stuff our bellies!

Because I have a feeling...

Dalan will be shaving his beard soon.

(At least I think he will be, spring is almost here to stay, and that is what happened last year....the weather warmed up and the beard disappeared!)
This makes me sad, especially because he has yet to indulge me and grow a mustache.
So to appease my mustache needs, here is another sexy picture of the king of all mustaches....
Mr. Burt Reynolds!

Pillow Talk

Here is the transcript of the interaction Dalan and I had in the middle of the night last night. Although, I remember little of it, he relayed it to me this afternoon.

Me (waking up): I am very confused.

Dalan: About what?

Me: Did you take the dog out?

Dalan: Yes.

Me: I need this blanket off. (We have three blankets on our bed. One heavy quilt, and two light ones. I had the heavy one over me.)

Dalan takes the heavy quilt off of me, and puts on one of the lighter ones.

Me: No! Tag team!

Dalan: What?

Me: Tag team.

Dalan: What?

Me: I want that other one on me too. Tag team.

Dalan puts the two light quilts over me.

Me: I am not going to my training tomorrow.

Dalan: Why would you do that?

Me: I want to sleep in.

Dalan: I think you should go to your training.

Me: Well, I can't go.

Dalan: Why?

Me: It will interfere with my sleeping in.

Dalan: You should go. Did you set your alarm?

Me: Maybe/maybe not.

Dalan: Jessica! Did you set your alarm?

Me: Maybe/maybe not.

Then I went back to sleep. And I had set my alarm, and I did go to my training, in case you were wondering. I love my wacky sleep talking conversations. They are been rarer as of late, but once in a while, I still can sleep converse with the best of them!

Because Dalan needed one too!

Damn that Mary Kay makeover tool! It is addicting. Dalan and I decided to make him over tonight. Some he has make-up on, and is going for more of a traditional drag look. And in some of the photos, it is just Dalan with bad-ass hair cuts and colors. We tried our best to give him a "sad flap," because you know, he is so emo.

Photo booth memories

Before Dalan and I even got engaged, I knew I wanted to do our Save the Dates with photos from a black and white photo booth. It was way more difficult than I anticipated. First of all, very few places still have black and white photo booths. However, Kmart still has them. So, we went to Kmart after Kmart trying to capture the perfect four photos. There were photos that printed too dark, photos that printed with blotches on our faces, photos that we looked wonky in, photos that my head was dominating most of the photo, and photos that the fourth picture was missing all together. It was a process, and I think we went to every Kmart in the Salt Lake Valley. However, I think the end result turned out quite nicely.

Mary Kay Makeover

I was bored last night....well, bored and ill. Apparently, my belly did not like the fact I chugged a half quart of chocolate milk from the carton. Anyway, so I used this Mary Kay makeover tool thing(click here to link.....for some reason my links never show up as a link on my blog although they totally are) Hilary had posted in her blog to give myself a new look or two or three or four. Any thoughts, feedback, comments, constructive criticism, etc? Oh, and the picture I used is from the Museum of Natural History, and I squatting in front of a tepee. However, it was the only picture I could find that I was facing mostly forward, my hair was back, and I looked semi-decent.