Oh Christmas Tree!

Christmas is so close, I can practically taste it. This weekend we finally put up our Christmas tree. Our very first family Christmas tree. This week is finals for Kimball and we played a lot harder than we should have. Kimball neglected his studies a bit and spoiled his wife with some one on one time. He took me to a surprise dinner at a new cheese steak joint but when we got there and saw the menu we decided to go to our usual cheese steak place just two blocks away (well one of us decided to stay loyal, the other couldn’t have cared less). Saturday rolled around and proved to be very eventful; much more than I expected for a pre-finals weekend. We sang Christmas songs, took pictures with a glitter fairy, attended the ward Christmas party, tricked the 2nd counselor into eating a slap of butter shaped like cheesecake, destroyed the car, threw watermelons from a cliff into the ocean, got ice cream, made some very cheesey potatoes, went shopping at union square, babysat and of course, watched football. We don’t really need to talk about that very middle event that has to do with the car, but if you must know, I rubbed the Intrepid up against someone’s stupidly small San Francisco garage. Pictures attached. L But the best part, Kimball wasn’t even mad. A little surprised that what I called a tiny scratch actually was 3 feet long, but not mad! A wonderful weekend indeed.

Sleep Much?

Life has been pretty good lately. Work has gotten a bit better. The weather is phenomenial, 65 degrees on the last day of November to be exact and best of all... I discovered sleeping for 12 hours straight. I came home about a month ago and Kimball was home taking a nap, he earns those midday power naps though, the kid stays up til 2 or 3 in the morning just to be prepared for the next day of school. Anyways, I laid down next to him right when I got home from work around 6pm and although he woke up an hour or two later to study, I didn't wake up until the next morning at 6am when my alarm was going off. I woke up pretty disappointed that for 36 hours all I had known was work and sleep so I told Kimball we couldn't let that happen again.

It's happened at least once a week since that day. Including last night. One of the nights I woke up in the middle of it to Kimball laughing out loud and burying his knees in my back. I guess, in my sleep I had refused to move my legs/feet from Kimball's pillow and everytime he pushed me back to my side I'd kick right back onto his. And the best way he found was to knee me in the back as I was yelling, "Ouchy, ohhh ouchy, that really hurts. Stop it! Ouchy!" FYI ouchy is not a part of my daily vocabulary, just when Kimball touches me in my sleep.

I'm going to look fondly back on our years in dental school and think to myself how I caught up on 22 years of missed sleep. Kimball will be catching up on these 4 years of missed sleep for the rest of his life. :) He also likes to give me a recap of the nights that I turn into zombie Tess. This morning I woke up to this notecard:

K: Tess are you ready to get into bed?

T: No I'm telling a story.

K: Okay well are your toes cold?

T: No. Is your vagina cold?
Then you shot me with your finger-gun.

Ha. What a great way to start the day. Ps sorry I said the v word. In my defense, I was asleep.

Surprise for Kimball... HOVA

Can you keep a secret? Cause I sure can't. I don't know why but I am sooo excited for this. I bought Kimball birthday tickets to go see Jay-Z and Kanye West perform in San Jose in a month. And every single day there is at least one moment where I almost just blurt it out to him, so maybe if I type it out and feel like I'm telling someone than it will help me to not tell Kimball. Cross your fingers.

Kimball loves Jay-Z and he loves Kanye West. We don't listen to the ipod very often, but just last night Kimball came into the room and scrolled through everything to find the one Jay-Z and Kanye song we have on there and that's what he picked to listen to and his next choice was the Kanye West playlist. :) My wife job is just too easy sometimes. When we first started dating Kimball invited me on a road trip to Seattle to go see Jay Z in concert and then head up to Canada. It was on that trip that Kimball popped the big question, he was so nervous to ask me to come to Thanksgiving dinner. Kinda a big deal right? Especially since Thanksgiving was still a month and a half away. One could say that Jay Z brought Kimball and I together, yeah, one could say that.

Wednesdays Get Whacky

The Good: Look at her face! Is that not priceless. In the good today, I came across this picture that just melts my heart:

This adorable couple, Ann Thayer, 87, and Paul Walker, 88, got married at the Marshwood Center in Lewiston, Maine. The couple met at church and have dated for 17 years until some nurses in the nursing home where Walker is rehabilitating teased the couple about getting married. Thayer said their conversation went like this, "All those nurses said, 'You've been together how long? Why didn't you ever get married?' Paul looked at me, 'You want to do it?' I said, 'OK, well, when?' 'Right now,'". I just love how you can see happiness all over her face.

The Bad: In Lexington, SC, a six-year-old first grader came home from school telling her Grandma how tired she is of rubbing her teacher's feet. After hearing this, the Grandmother called the school and reported it on facebook and immediately received at least 6 other parents who had heard similar stories from their children. The teacher admitted to making the kids rub her feet during the school day and upon her confession was sent home for the day, only to return the next morning!! WHAT? "Does she take off her socks and shoes?" the Grandmother asked,"Grandma, she wears flip-flops." Ew. If you ask me this should be just as punishable as physical or sexual abuse.

The Ugly: Pretty sure the headline of this news article tells us all we really need to know, "He's no Santa: Burglary suspect stuck 10 hours in chimney". Apparently this 17 year old kid needed $500 to pay his taxes and after stealing it from an Atlanta resident, his best escape route was up through the chimney. A neighbord heard cries from the chimney calling out, "Help me! Help me!" and when asked what he was doing down there, "Ahhh... I'm stupid" was all he could say. I'm sure Antoine Dodson will be happy to hear that they finally caught him! So hide your kids, hide your wives and hide your Christmas presents cause they climbing through your chimneys!

And in my own news report, we had Thanksgiving dinner for lunch at work today :) Pumpkin pie and stuffing and everything. I even saved a dallop of whipped cream to put in some apple cider. I'm sitting pretty at this little desk of mine, yes siree. And later Kimball and I are going to head down to the Mission district to go thrift shopping, a bit sketchy at night but definitely has the best thrift stores around. Specifically, we are on the hunt for a new headboard and bed frame. Our little dorm room is lacking in decorative spirit, don't worry though, it's nothing some cheap furniture can't fix.

Wednesdays Get Whacky

Since getting a new job that requires me to be in my car and on the road by 7am, I have found a radio talk show that is entertaining enough to keep me awake and alert for the hour commute (as if the traffic didn't already do that). Anyways, my absolute favorite part of their morning show is when they feature 3 news articles and categorize them as the good, the bad and the ugly. So funny! Well lately since I figured out that I could leave by 7:10 and still make it on time to work, I've been missing my favorite news articles so I figured maybe I could find some myself. Fun little challenge and if not, I can always just post the link to Greg and Fernando's articles and I know they're guaranteed to pull through for me.

The Good: Rocky start I guess because I'm not quite sure how to categorize this article but it was just too interesting to not post. CBS reported here that 26-year-old Chris Birch suffered a stroke after he attempted a back flip and landed on his neck. His then-fiancee and family stayed with him in the hospital but when he woke up, they found a very different person. Chris awoke and immediately knew that something was different, he says, "Suddenly, I hated everything about my old life. I didn't get on with my friends, hated sport, and found my job boring". He quit his job, trained to be a hair dresser and started dating a man. The doctor interviewed said that he's never personally heard of a stroke changing some one's sexuality, but he doesn't doubt the stroke had some impact on Birch's life. Hmmm.... that's why my mom would never let me do flips on the trampoline.


The Bad:: About 15 miles away from my front door, this is going on:


Occupy Oakland, inspired by the Occupy Wall Street Movement has made quite a name for themselves. The Movement began about 7 weeks ago in light of the struggling economy and the many people who have suffered. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe they are targeting Wall Street in direct relation to the many CEOs who have ridiculous Christmas bonuses and are getting paid well over Over the last couple weeks, Kimball and I will turn on the news to hear at least one 'Occupy Oakland' story. The stories has progressively gotten more and more violent. This article here details the latest action. Thousands of people successfully blocked off one of the nation's busiest shipping ports, their main objective being "to stop the flow of capital". They also prevented any trucks from getting in or out by surrounding the vehicles and climbing on top of them. An update shows that the camps in Oakland were raided by hundreds of police, but very few people remained to stay and protest. I wish they would organize themselves a bit, become more united across the nation and transcribe their list of demands because I don't know how they aim to get whatever it is they are fighting for. Empty camps = surrendered?

The Ugly: Andddd the ugly, a South-African couple, soon to be married and give birth to their baby, found out this weekend they are brother and sister. I guess Mom and Dad split when they were little. Dad took the son and Mom kept the daughter and they agreed to not speak of each other. The two families ended up living 50 miles apart until the son and daughter met at the local university and instantly had a connection. They fell in love and have been inseparable for the last 5 years. Now she is 8 months pregnant with their baby and they have called off their engagement after introducing their parents to each other and finally being told the truth about their past. Holy moly, this is like Oliver Twist mixed with Anastasia mixed with a handful of significantly high-risk deformed DNA. My heart is breaking for these two. What in the world would you do if you found out your husband was your brother, I can't even imagine what kind of emotions come with that.

And that'll do it for Wednesday's good, bad and the ugly. Stay Classy readers.

A Little Halloween Magic!

This Halloween, a wicked witch turned my handsome husband into this little Britney Spears look-a-like beauty:



You can call me the wicked witch. Or JT short for Justin Timerberlake. As our first Halloween, as well as our first holiday, in San Francisco, we wanted to make sure to go all out. I don't know about you but having Halloween on a Monday night made us feel very pressured to celebrate it on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. But Saturday night was the main attraction. Saturday night was the ward Halloween party. It started at 6 but some lady in relief society said it went all night or as long as your little heart could party. Was I the only idiot who believed her that this was an all-out all-night party? Guess so because we showed up at 7:10 to a dwindling crowd. It was my fault: I started making these bad boys at 6 and these sicky bloody bandaid cookies at 6:15 and didn't even put this boy's eyeliner on or help him put his tights on till 6:30... so we kinda missed the whole dang party, we spent 2 hours getting ready for a party that we caught the last 10 minutes of. Secret blessing in disguise though because our costumes were not well received to say the least. Our stake president walked up to Kimball, ha, and said, "Looks like you're in San Francisco now, aren't you?" Seriously?! Yikes. What does that even mean?? I felt really bad for Kimball, he was pretty embarassed.

It didn't help when Kimball got compared to the most passionate gay guy in the ward who was dressed head to toe in pink; pink boa, pink custom made tuxedo, pink top hat, pink gloves and pink alligator shoes who finished the evening out singing 'Let's Be a Lady'.

We went home, washed off Kimball's eyeliner and headed back out to salvage our night. We dropped by Kimball's friend from Utah State's house to help him move a couple things in. Then stopped at some friends from the ward's house, hung out for an hour or so and then decided to take the long way home, through castro street. The show was too good, we had to stop and get a midnight cheeseburger and walk around. Happy Halloween!

A Real Camera... Isn't it about time?

That's right. I finally did it. I splurged and bought myself a real camera. I had had it up to here with my little point and shoot and after the blurry, unfocused, unzoomed, uncropped pictures of Kimball at his white coat ceremony I decided to end this. I knew I wanted a DSLR, my first, so I did a bit of shopping and read a zillion professional and consumer reviews and top ten lists and compared Nikon vs Canon. I've always been a Nikon fan, but I really don't think it matters. Everyone says they are neck in neck with features and consistent updates so it really doesn't matter which brand you go with, both deliver phenomenal results. I chose Nikon, the Nikon D5100 to be exact. Only problem is, the price. If you know me, you know that I'm a cheapwad. I most likely got it from my Dad, who I love, but the man could use his senior citizen pass to get a discount on church tithing if he wanted to. He just knows how to cut a deal. So I don't ever make any serious purchases without consulting ksl (if I'm in Utah) or craigslist (for everywhere else). I was able to find a couple ads selling Nikon's D5100's. But this one particular ad had everything I wanted for a price that was just too good to be true. I sent him a text and offered him even less than what he was asking... just to test the waters. His reply, "sure, sounds good." What? Okay I must be talking to a 12 year old kid who stole this from their Mom's closet and was trying to make a buck or two. So after asking a couple more 'tester' questions, we agreed to meet so that I could test out the camera. He wanted to meet at his grandma's house, op I was wrong; it's Grandma's camera, not Mom's. When Kimball and I showed up, This man answered the door:

Not exactly the 12 year old girl I was expecting but we'll take it. He said that the camera was a gift and photography is not his thing. I didn't really believe that but I stopped asking questions. The camera was sitting right by the front door in its brand spanking new box with all the packaging still intact. I was shocked that it really hadn't been used yet. I pulled it out to check the lenses, which were still in their individual boxes and turned it on to see how many actuations it had, none, zero, zilch. So we bought it! I'm so happy! This is, what I hope, the beginning of a very beautiful relationship. And it will become even more beautiful when I figure out how to use the dang thing.

As we were walking out, I asked him for his name so that in the case that things go wrong within the next couple of days with the camera that I could call him. He says "my name is Kenny" and I look up from my paper where I was writing this down and say, "... and your last name?" He looks around the room then to Kimball then finally back to me and says, "G. You can call me Kenny G."

Thanks a lot Kenny G.

How My Facebook Profile Picture was Changed

Kimball started school on September 12th. It was a range of emotions for all of us, well mostly just for him. He was nervous and excited and ready to learn and I was bored, downright bored. We had such an amazing week and a half just getting to sleep in until 10, heck sometimes 11, then playing for a couple hours, going to explore the city all day, taking a late afternoon nap, going out to dinner, and falling asleep to an episode of 24 (we hadn't set cable yet and our options were few). We did that like 10 days in a row, plus church on one of those days. Then when school started I felt like a little puppy dog waiting at the door for their owner to come home. By the third day of Kimball's orientation, I was something short of a mess. That Wednesday morning, things started out as normal, I slept in, lounged around and when 12:00 rolled around I patiently waited by the window-which is the only place we get cellphone service in our apartment- for Kimball's lunch phone call. Okay, I am exaggerating, I patiently watched the season finale of 24 while my phone laid next to the window. Still, the result was the same, there was no lunch phone call. Looking back on it now, it's not anything to think twice about. But then, wow, the highlight of my day didn't happen because my husband forgot about me. It was the worst thing that could have happened. And to shorten this story up- we'll skip the details about how I may or may not have cried myself to sleep that night and I may or may not have locked him out of the house for minute, opened the door a crack to say, "You didn't call" and then closed it, ahh fine, slammed it.

The next day I made an appointment with a temp agency that was recommended to me by another dental wife in the ward. I googled her company just to see what people have said about them, to make sure My interview was in downtown San Francisco set for 1:00 that afternoon and I was on the road by 12:00, feeling confident that since I was only 15 minutes away I'd have a world of time. So wrong. Finding parking amongst all the one way streets, the little china town, the private parking lots, the red zones, the white zones, the yellow zones and the blue zones (who really knows what all those colors mean!?) was a nightmare. I finally walked in to my interview at 1:40. Checked in with the front desk and sat down with an application, a grammar and a spelling test. I spelled definitely wrong. I have been having dreams about it ever since, that is not a joke. In the middle of my spelling test, a very friendly woman walked in, greeted me and walked into the boss' office (also the lady who I was supposed to have interviewed with over an hour ago). A few minutes later, the boss lady, who I had not seen or met yet comes out and asks me if I have a car. I began to spit out my apologies of why I thought I could drive and find parking for my car, and yes my car is the reason I was late and how this is the first time trying to park in the big city and oh my gosh blah blah blah. She stops me, "do you have a car?". She must have been looking for a shorter answer. "Yes" I reply and she leaves. I finished my test, turned it without double checking definitely...idiot idiot. And then proceeded to the boss lady's office.

And that was it. Just like that, I had gotten a job. She sent me away to go start my computer tests.

I sat down and started the 2.5 hour long computer tests which tested my skills in outlook, word, powerpoint and access. In the middle of taking the test, boss lady sticks her out of the door and tells me to stop everything and come in her office. She and her assistant where standing there looking me up and down. I figured they just realized that I didn't know how to spell definitely and were going to boot me now. No, but really she said, "The company that you were going to work for called and said they googled you and they do not feel comfortable with you working for them now." I was so confused. Boss lady sat down at her desk and pulled up the same page the company had seen. As it loaded the title "Model Mayhem" popped up on the screen and I knew exactly where this was going. Tess Burton from Orem, Utah the beautiful blonde model pulled up with her hair draped over what should have been draped with a shirt, a tank top, maybe even a bra would have been nice. Ha. The assistant, bless her heart, kept saying "no, it's not her, look at her eyes, this girl has brown eyes, that girl has blue eyes, they are not the same" to which boss lady would reply, "I don't know, look at the hair, the hair looks just the same." Geeze. My hair color is not even real.

Anyways, to cut to the chase, after ten minutes of talking with the CEO over there, she called me back in and said they want to see your facebook. I pulled it up. The boss says, "Oh gosh, that's you?! You look fat in this picture. I can't send this to them" she paused to look me up and down and after much thought she said, "Hmm.. You're not even fat! Yeah, we definitely need a different pic. Do you have something on your phone or just anything?" haha I was immediately reminded of my long summer days which were spent watching this garbage: _________

I let her scroll through my previous profile pictures until she found one that she liked. I start on Monday!

And that's the story of how my facebook profile picture got changed.

Sharing Dreams

"Sharing dreams" as the title of this post sounds a little more magical than it really is... but it has recently become one of my more favorite things that Kimball and I do since getting married. I love waking up in the morning and in our half-awake half-asleep, equally-manly morning voices telling each other what we dreamt about and hearing the whacky ridiculous stuff his mind comes up with. Although, I have to admit my dreams are usually the more absurd of the two. The last 3 nights I have really had some doozies.

So side-story real fast, while we were in California last week, we went to Six Flags and there was this unfortunate little 13 year old girl who was slurping on her blow pop sucker right behind us, literally inches from my ear. And as she'd pace back and forth, I watched the reactions of my husband and little brother start to get equally as irritated as I already was. Good thing the line for this ride was only an hour and a half. So anyways, days later, after we'd come home from the trip and I was asleep laying in bed next to Kimball I started to see the girl in my dream. I dreamt that I started to walk away from her as she unwrapped her lollipop and she just stayed one step behind me the whole time and slapped her nasty little tongue all over the sucker making that horrible sucking noise. Then I started to run and she stayed with me, just haunting me with that slurp, slurpy, slurping. So I threw her a right hook and punched her right in the face. And the slurping stopped right as my husband started groaning. Haha, then I realized that Kimball's dry mouth slurping noise that he does sometimes when he sleeps had manifested itself in the form of that awful little girl and I punched him/her to make it stop. Ha ha.

Then the night after that, Kimball had to wake up that morning at 6:00 to run into work really fast. After he had left I started dreaming that Kimball and I were in some honeymoon suite with two bathrooms, separated by the master bedroom. He was taking a bath in one bathroom and all of a sudden the door burst open with tons of freshman girls came in screaming "Kimball! Kimball! Let's hang out! It's so good to see you!" And to this he responds, "Hey girls, yeah for sure, lets make a plan!" Haha. Cool Kimball. And so in my dream, I slammed the second bathroom door and just watched through the glass door as he flirted with the girls sitting on the edge of the bathtub with him in it. Finally the girls left and Kimball tried to come into my bathroom and I locked it right as he started to push the door open. Then he smashed the glass, broke through the door and started running towards me with his arms straight out as if he was ready to strangle me and right before he caught me, the real-life Kimball had gotten home from work and crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around me. I woke up and just stared up at him with the most horrified, disgusted glare on my face and finally after laying there for a few minutes trying to determine what was real and what wasn't, I said "I had a dream you tried to kill me."

THEN, and I really can't believe anyone is still reading this, the next night I had a dream that Kimball and I were at a concert put on by Utah State and Kimball's buddy Tyler Tolsen, student body president, pulled Kimball up on stage and asked him to dance for the ladies. So naturally, he got butt naked and started dancing for the ladies. Gee wiz. What a sicko. He was shaking his butt and laughing and winking and pointing and making that awful "I'll call you" hand gesture thing where you turn your hand into a phone at girls. All I could do was roll my eyes with disgust. Apparently subconscious Tess is also the most self conscious Tess I know. The bad guys in my dreams are Kimball and freshman girls.

I think this all started with the time some random girl came up to me at church and said, "Are you Kimball's wife? Oh I know Kimball from Snow College, well I don't know him, I just know who he is because all the girls knew Kimball at Snow, all the girls wanted him and all my roommates would talk about him." What do you say to that? That's nice. But I guess you know your life is pretty dang good when you ended up scoring the talk of the town and your worse nightmare is a couple of freshman girls. :) Happy dreaming!

Dire Need of an Update

How silly of me to think that we had seen the last of Kimball's dental school acceptance letters. When you are applying to grad school, medical school or dental school, as many of you know, it is quite the guessing game. You want to apply to enough schools that you'll have a fighting chance to get in yet not so many that you start to waste your time and money. And then when you finally get in to a couple good/great options and are wait-listed at your first choice school you disregard that wait list and just thank the heavens that we got in somewhere. But low and behold, the heavens opened up and in the most feminine of male voices said, "Kimball Burton, congratulations, you have been accepted to University of California San Francisco School of Dentistry". And that is final. We leave in 1 month and are so grateful that we get to have the luxury of only having to drive 13 hours to come see our families versus the 36 it would have taken to get to Virginia. Not to mention the direct flights from San Francisco to Idaho Falls! This was meant to be!

Virgina or Portland....

Virgina or Portland........

Kimball has been so successful in this whole dental school application process.
I am SO proud of him.
I hate to brag but it's allowed when it's about my bf.
He was accepted to Philadelphia, VCU, UNLV, OHSU
and waitlisted at San Francisco.
Pretty good, huh?

But all that glory and excitement made for a very difficult decision.
We narrowed it down to our top two:
Virgina or Portland.
And then we made a list.

Richmond, Virginia Vs. Portland, Oregon

After much deliberation, pondering, praying and thought
The verdict is:




We couldn't be more excited!!! :)

Photographer... Check!

We did it, we finally picked our photographer and he is fantastic. He is sooo talented and I couldn't be more pleased with our decision. Our bridals are scheduled for April 7th right now but I am trying to get that pushed back so we have a little more time to be ready (get hair done, finish altering dress, buy ball's ring, a little more running) Ya know... all that wedding stuff.
Here he is, Mr. Photographer:

And I just tried really hard to steal some of his work but guess what, I can't. He's that good. Go Dustin.

A Bouquet Made Out of.... GOLD :)

Just kidding. Not gold. But that'd be really nice. No, let me introduce to you my bouquet... It is definitely still in the works right now but I am pretty sure it is going to be brilliant. :)
I came across this picture on etsy when looking for bridesmaids supplies:


Isn't it awesome!? It didn't take long to convince me that this was my latest project. I got on Etsy and looked for any sellers that were selling flower brooches and then messaged them to see 1) if they had lots more and 2) if they were willing to give me any discount. This is what I came up with:


And these: And this fantastic creation was made by someone on my mom's side:


YES, it is a Christmas tree made out of family brooches and it broke my heart to tear this thing apart! But bless their heart, whoever it was that made this. I promise they will be better appreciated where they are going now...

And here is the grand pile of brooches that I have been collecting for months now. SOO much fun. All I can say is thank goodness for the DI. I made a good friend named Sam at the layton DI, he runs the 'collectibles' section and has been so good to give me great deals and keep his eye out for me.

So after I collected all of the pieces I wanted to use I went out and bought green wire at Hobby Lobby and got to work. Here is a terrible picture from my phone of what it looks like right now, about half way finished and I am loving it!

The One Dress I Probably WONT Want to Take Off on the Wedding Night:

Simply stated. I fell in LOOOOVE all over again, if I could I get married to this dress and not just Kimball on May 21st. Ha. Joke. Bad one too. But here it is, we found it at The Perfect Dress and it was on sale for $750.00 yet I can't find a thing wrong with it. Awesome. :)
Here it is on the ultimate bride:





And here are a couple pics of me trying it on... that's weird, these pics look slightly different than the ones from above :) ha. Good work model chick. But anways, I love it:

Bridesmaids Necklaces

Okay, I don't know why but I am obsessed with trying to make the perfect bridesmaids necklaces... at first I wanted birdcage necklaces to go along with the birdcage decorations, something that looked like these pictures on my rights, super cute right?

But seeing as how I have 13 bridesmaids, possibly 15 if I include sisters that I see every 5 years, than I would be paying about $250.00 in birdcage necklaces. SO I am opting to make my necklaces and upon looking for cute little birdcage pendants I came across these little flowers:




In hopes that I can make them look like these someday:



They are going to be adorable I promise I just have a lot of collecting and work to do. This wedding business is seriously so much fun! I love all the little details, I knew that my inspiration from watching Jennifer Lopez in wedding planner was more than just a desire to have a huge butt and fall in love with someone else's groom. I'm dang good at this, or at least my ideas are good, and when I make them into actual stuff, then I can say I'm good. :) And the best part about it is, the flowers will cost me about 40 bucks for 16-20 and that'll be a perfect start to some fantastic bridesmaids necklaces. I am looking to spend around $100 flat. The challenge is on.