Who will be the next American Idol?

What do you get when you mix: the Whiteheads plus two, some bad tasting homemade macaroni and American Idol Karaoke...?

Sunday Dinner at Brad and Jamee's house!!!

I don't know the last time I had more fun singing in a group... well I don't actually really remember ever singing in a group. I usually save my voice premieres for a lonely ride in the car or a private retreat in the shower. And if someone did get the luxury of hearing me "bust out a note" it was Brad right before he told me to stop! So all in all it was allot of fun singing along to songs such as Your Beautiful, Glamorous and Irreplaceable. If we were not fighting Nikki for the mike than we were all nicely taking our turns expressing ourselves through song, apparently Nikki didn't get the "sharing is caring" message! Towards the end of the night we played a FRIENDLY game of American Idol, with seven contestants including Mrs. Whitehead, Brad, Trevor, Nikki, Hailey, Wes and myself. We sang our little hearts out, all battling to become the next American Idol. With Wes' high pitched girly voice, Nikki's bad singing (which she claims was because she didn't know the song), my inability to hit the right note, Trevor and Hailey's lack of charisma, and Brads pathetic attempt at a high note left Mrs. Whitehead as the chosen American Idol of this season! All in all two thumbs up!!!!

So much for the hat idea.

I am beginning to feel as though my recent engagement has already began to cause sleepless nights... and if you noticed today's date you will realize that I have been engaged for about three days and eleven hours. Its not that all the sudden Brad has decided, now that hes hooked me, he can begin to be his true self, because lets face it I already knew his nasty habits and odd traits. But, with telling people about the great news comes hand in hand with difficult to answer question, one that has started to really boggle my mind; When are we getting married? I immediately thought well next year, but apparently that my friends is not good enough for you. You people must know the exact date today, maybe to scribble the date in or to just be sure you already don't have prior "engagements"....? I figured I could just pick dates out of a hate and hope they work out, but as I know now a lot of things need to be considered. Brad and I know that it will be after February, to insure Mr. Whiteheads attendance, and we know we want it before June. Which leaves us with March, April, or May. Now I apologize before hand but I absolutely hate the month of March. So sorry if your birthday lies in that month, because when I think of March my mind goes leprechauns, getting pinched, rainbows with pots of gold, Lucky Charms, and that hideous deep green. Oh and not to mention my snotty butt hates the way March looks in cursive and that becomes a problem when we get into invitations. Next we have April, and April for the Whitehead is much like July for my family; its the month every child decided it was a nice time to jump out and claim it as their month of birth. So automatically April is too hectic to squeeze in another event.. rendering that month OUT. Leaving us with May, oh beautiful Spring, flowers blooming, everything is green May. I love the idea of May, and so does just about every other soon to be bride out there, so if we must have a May wedding it absolutely cannot land on a Saturday because then its just too darn expensive. Oh and did I mention it has to be after May 15Th because that's when my school semester ends. Lets recap shell we: we know for sure that it will be in May, it will be on a Monday or Friday and it will either be May 22, 2009 or May 25, 2009. The only thing left to do is decide: which date looks better in cursive?

Beach Bums!

In a short amount of time we quickly became beach trash.

You can never be too safe! Life Jackets save Lives!

Hes a natural SkimBoarder!

At one point Brad became slighlty obsessed with hunting down the beach crabs.

Congratulations to us!

Bradley and I came to a major conclusion this past Saturday morning; we have become a lazy bunch, spending most of our weekends together lounging around and accomplishing nothing. So, we decided this weekend would be productive. We grabbed our dogs, packed the car, and headed off to southern Texas to visit the ocean. What I thought would be a fun road trip filled with junk food, quality time and misbehaving dogs actually turned into something more. Once we hit the beach Teddy, Baggera and I were the first ones to jump in, now if any of you know Brad you know that he loves the beach, loves the water, the sand the whole enchilada. So I found it odd that he wasn’t right behind me or at least right behind Teddy, the slow little guy in the back. After what felt like ten minutes in the water Brad became persistent that we head back to the roach motel, after much complaining on Baggera’s part we headed off. When suddenly out of no where Bradley Thomas Whitehead got down on one knee, for what I thought was a joke, a very unfunny joke. I could hardly understand what he was saying because I was to busy asking: are you joking? Are you serious? And do you promise?... promise what I don’t know; tell me how much sense you make in a moment like this. I would tell you in great detail what happened but let’s face it, this is our moment and I want it just for us. All in all I must tell you that Brad did all of this on his own, he ordered the ring, changed the prong count, the size and thought of the most romantic way to surprise me. He is utterly amazing and the ring that I now wear (by the way I’m not just wearing it for fun, I said YES) is so beautiful. It is old fashioned, sparkly and I will not lie when I say he picked me out a BIG one. :) So on May 3rd on the beach at sunset I became engaged, I went from a girlfriend to a fiancé, from ringless to a diamond and from the happiest women in the world to the most blessed woman in the world. Still to this very moment I cannot really wrap me head around the fact that the best man that I know chose me!