Tuesday, May 26, 2009


It was my good friend Whitney Adams wedding on May 22nd in Reno Nevada. Me, Weston, and my friend Brad drove down there on Thurdsday night so that we had plenty of time to get to the ceremony on Friday. If you have ever driven to Reno you know that it is not the most beautiful drive in the world. It's a whole bunch of nothing, then you all of a sudden run into a city. We stayed at the Peppermill hotel and casino for the night and went swimming with some of the craziest people that we have ever met. Besides smoking all over our clothesFor example: the guy in the hot tub told us that he played baseball in Oregon for 6 years from 2000-2003 and had so many coaches that he couldn't remember the head coaches name.

On Friday we went to the ceremony, which was beautiful, and then melted in the heat for an hour to watch them take pictures. The next day we had to drive 30 miles off of the freeway and into the middle of nowhere called Fallon Nevada: Whit's home town. We got to the house and after Weston played basketball with Whit's brothers and new husband we decided that we could not possibly stay in Nevada any longer and drove home that night. Everything was going fine until we stopped in Wendover at 2:00am to get a drink and Weston didn't make a complete stop at the stop sign and got a ticket.

Thursday, May 14, 2009


Weston and I took our first official trip together to Ikea. If you have never been you should go because it is a poor, young couples paradise because everything is cheap, and unassembled so he gets to put everthing together and feel like a man, and they have just about everything. We bought a few decorative items and a huge picture that is about 3 inches smaller than me.

Isn't it crazy the things that make you happy when you are married.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Down on the farm

Farming day,

So I made Weston go down to the farm on Saturday and fulfil his duty of being a cowboy. He did so well and even my dad was impressed (which is a big deal). He pushed cows all day and didn't even complain. He even had a few precious little calves "release" themselves on him and he was extremely dirty. Annalee and Buck Ashby came down to help us out, mostly because Buck was so excited to get on a farm that Annalee had to give in to him. Buck had a perma smile on his face all day and Annalee could not stop staring as they castrated to poor boy cows.

We did have a good time and we had a bonding experience with my dad, Wendy (his new wife), Hayden, and Garret (my little brothers).

We have only been married for a a month and a half, but I thought that it was long enough for him to go and get beaten up a little bit.
Now the city boy has a little country in his soul.

Story of Bree and Weston

Hi All!

Welcome to the life and times of Bree and Weston Anderson. I (Bree), formally known as Bree Jensen-Riet, am from small town USA (Sanpete County). My amazing husband, Weston Lewis Anderson, is from Cottonwood Heights which is the big city according to the country folk. Weston and I met at Westminster College our freshman year. We never dated but we were training room buddies. He played basketball and I was on the volleyball team. He went on his mission the following year; as he was out serving the lord I was having a great college experience.
When he came back in 2007 we started to talk again and became friends. In late 2007 we went out a couple of times, but it wasn't quite time for us to be together yet. But finally in March 2008 we started to date frequently, then seriously. We were engaged on September 12th 2008 and then married in the Salt Lake Temple on March 27th, 2009.
We now live in Salt Lake City, I am graduated with an economics degree and he has one more year of school (finance Major) and basketball.