You Don't Wanna Miss This...

I just realized I haven't posted all of my wedding awesomeness.  Well, I definitely wouldn't want you to miss this part, because, well, you'll see.

First I need you to imagine 'She Wolf' by Shakira in your head, because that's the song that our awesome DJ was playing (for the record, I HATE that song and my husband loves it.  If you've seen the video you probably understand why.)

He had just done the whole garter thing, which was just as normal as at any other wedding reception, but then he started dancing. . . . . . . . .

And then he took of his vest.....normally, I would be all over this, but I was a little concerned because there was a lot of really churchie white people around still, and I don't like to offend people, but there wasn't much I could do.

And the dancing continued.....it included a shimmy and some serious hip movement.....

Aaaand then he threw the dress shirt on my head, which I threw behind me (see photo) and then he stripped off his undershirt.  I can't tell you how glad I am he kept the pants on, just for the sake of some of the guests.

I'm sure someone was offended, but our former Stake President was hanging out in the kitchen and he thought it was hilarious.  Also, about 2 weeks after the wedding my dad's cousin called and told me that if she ever gets married again she's marrying a Hispanic because "They sure know how to throw a party!"  Overall, I think his little strip dance was a success.

Creepers

Okay people see the map at the bottom of the page???  That tracks you.  Creepy right?  It doesn't give me any personal information, it just tells me where you're at and what time you read it.  I don't even get names or anything.  So my point is, I KNOW YOU'RE READING MY BLOG!  Would it kill you to comment once in a while?  Haha okay, so you don't have to, but as one of my closest friends has said 'Josie lives to be complimented.'  Here's the catch---you don't even have to compliment me!  Just, you know, I like comments.  I like to know what people think about my stuff, whether it's negative or positive.  And if you have a blog, and I'm not already reading it, I would love to.  I mean, you're blog creeping me, so I should be able to blog creep you right?  Okay, so we're agreed.  Since this post was kind of a waste of all your time I'll leave you some pictures to look at.

 Aww :)  P.S.  If any of you want one of these adorable hats, you can buy one HERE.  My cousin's wife and her sister make them, along with various other adorable things.

 Just for the record, I was told to just wait in the van, so I wasn't supposed to be doing anything specific.

 Oh hey I got my hair dyed.  FOR FREE!

 It bothers me when I'm the only one smiling in a picture.  I feel like a lunatic.

Talk about chubby cheeks!

Name Change

Guess whose name is legally changed.....MINE IS!  The social security office in Ogden only comes here the 1st and 3rd Wednesday of every month so the place gets packed.  They start at 9:30 and I got there with Daisy just after 10.  (She came along because some moron spelled her name different on her birth certificate than on her social when she was born.  First AND middle name.  Seriously, people?)  Oh and I guess now I should call her Daysy since that's how it's spelled now.  Anyways I was number 45 and she was 46.  When they called number 41 I realized that I hadn't brought the CERTIFIED copy of our marriage license.  Just the gold souvenir thing that we signed.  Why do they give you a worthless piece of paper anyways???  Save the trees, yo.  So I grabbed another number as I left(65), and ran across the parking lot to the court house to get another certified copy.  FOR 9 BUCKS!  Anyways when I got back they were on number 52 but they got to my number really fast and everything else went great.

So then I went to the DMV to get a new drivers licence.  That went fine.  The lady kind of glared at me when she asked for my current one and I told her I lost it, but other then that it was great and they took a new picture (thank goodness!)  Oh, and for the record, I took my shoes off and measured myself on their measurer and I am 5 feet and 3 inches!  Take that, Mom!  Oh and I put that I weight 15 pounds less than I actually do, but seriously who doesn't lie about that?  So now on my social I am Josie P Iraheta and on my license I'm Josie Iraheta.  Which is pretty cool.