The GB&U

Remember how I said you were going to get the good, the bad, and ugly from our lives? (I act as if people care and/or actually remember what I say on here) Welp. Here they are. These are our good, bad, and ugly moments from our weekend.

The Good: Friday night we were able to go to Raising Canes and the Halloween HotAir Balloon Festival at the Talking Stick Resort.

To anyone who hasn't been to Raising Canes yet: First of all... I'm sorry. Second of all... GO. Like Yesterday. You're missing out. 

After dinner we went to the Halloween HotAir Balloon festival. Corbin was a trooper. He wasn't feeling too great but knew how badly I wanted to go. I'm a sucker for these things. Plus, I love that it is starting to feel like fall in AZ. (Let's just pretend I'm the first, not the 607th, person in Arizona to say that and nod your head and move on.) But we loved going and getting out with the family! My nieces Madelyn and Charlotte were PacMan ghosts and loved going balloon to balloon getting candy. How cute are they?

The Bad: Corbin hadn't been feeling well all weekend and come Saturday night he was in bad shape. Fever, raspy voice, chills, cough... the whole 9 yards. Even with how bad he was, I do not know what was worse. My wife skills or his sickness. It was bad people. I was panicked, emotional, and quite frankly, no help at all. He was taking care of me attempting to take care of him. If it wasn't so embarrassing it would have been cute. Anyway... After talking to my mom, I went to Walmart basically cleared out the medicine section. 

Obviously I am dramatic. I only got 4 things. And forgot 2. I swear one of these days I will get this whole "trophy wife" thing down. Just don't put money on it. 

The Ugly: Good gosh. The Ugly was UGLY. Like hideous. Like U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi ugly. I think you get it Anyway the ugly of our weekend was the ASU football game. I thought the whole "getting my heart broken by boys" phase was over. WELL APPARENTLY NOT CAUSE ABOUT 100 OF THEM JUST DID IT SATURDAY. Again. I now know how Taylor Swift feels and I am currently writing my first album. Remember how the first couple months of marriage are supposed to be bliss? Yeah me too. Well not when you are a Sun Devil fan. I need to rethink the whole sideline reporter thing. I get too emotional and worked up about it. I would be on the sidelines like, "Your team sucks. They played terribly. Threw it away. You had NO defense. And you let a stadium of 50,000 people down. How does that make you feel?" (All with a smile on my face of course.) ANYWAY Devils. You almost put my 9-month pregnant sisters into labor for nothing.  

So that was our weekend. The GB&U. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I hope you enjoyed...

Meeting The Robinsons! 

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Hi. I'm Jenna Robinson. I love ASU football, hammocks, gummy bears, blankets, Parenthood, Nike Frees, MetroMint water, and holidays. My husband is Corbin Nicks Robinson. He loves cheez-its, ESPN, our stainless steal fridge,  basketball shorts, Coca-Cola, movie nights, Groupon, and the Kia Optima. Together we love date nights, traveling, going to parks, playing the "or" game, anything that involves food, pictures, slow dancing in public places at wrong times, pretending we are mom and dad with our nieces and nephews, cuddling, going to the temple, and singing really loud to each other in the car. We were married on October 11th 2012. We aren't a big deal but maybe one day we will be.

So this is our blog. It's a requirement for marriage right? We got married two weeks ago so I know we are so behind. My goal is that it will be happy, fun, and not too dysfunctional... But it's too early to make any promises. Right off the back I'm setting some things straight:

- No, I don't have a nickname for my husband. I will never call him "C," "Corbs," "CNR," or "Mr. Robinson" and I'd roll over in my grave before I referred to him as "Hubby." 

- I will not have outfit posts. This is for the following reasons:

1. I am not that flexible and I am incapable of doing that bendy-backward pose. I could try it but I'm not on husbands insurance yet. 

2. My modeling face (you all know the one I'm talking about) does not really work out in my favor. It appears more as if I am about to eat your face off or I'm trying to gaze into the cameras soul. And cameras don't have souls. And for whatever reason it's not socially acceptable to just smile in outfit posts. 

3. If I told Corbin, "Now just take a picture of my neck down. And be sure to get my cute shoes." Or asked him to take a shot as I looked off into the distance and one of me laughing at my shoes... He'd be really confused.

- The closest thing I will do to a "catch up" is doing a post about my obsession with catchup and how I dip everything in. (DISCLAIMER: I do not think it's wrong to do this... I just get anxiety and think I will forget key things)

- If I ever do (chances are I won't) post about food, you can guarantee my ingredients will not be from Spouts, farmers markets, or Whole Foods. And the definitely will not be found NEAR your "healthy eating" board on Pinterest. (I'll find a way to post pictures of my cute dishes somehow though.)

- I would do "giveaways" but I only have two things to offer. Wedding presents that came without a receipt... And leftovers.. because cooking for 2 is hard. So I'll do you a favor and just won't go there. 

-Lastly, I don't think I have the "perfect" anything. I'm not perfect. Corbin isn't perfect. (DISCLAIMER: He really is perfect for me though. And that's a fact proven by a study performed at Stanford.) My life is not perfect. My grades aren't perfect. My hair is not perfect (and when it looks like it there is a 96.7% chance my extensions are in). My "wife skills" are far from perfect. (First hint... I called them "wife skills" and not "homemaking skills"). BUT I am perfectly happy with my life. AND I'm perfectly happy trying each and everyday to improve. 

Other than those things, it's fair game! I'll do my best to portray us as we are. The good, bad, and ugly. We love our life together and everyone in it. I hope you enjoy, Meeting The Robinsons.