All Dogs Go to Heaven

I'd like to think that all those times of walking the dog, picking up his doodoo, filling his bowl with doggie grub, dropping a few pieces of steak/chicken/VEGGIES (yuck) under the table for my drooling dog to partake, so many memories with that cute canine...all to think that we won't get to reunite in heaven? I think NOT. Not on my watch. I don't think there is even such a thing as doggie heaven. I think it's just plain everyone heaven. Although, it's probably not plain. There are no words to describe heaven. Well, that's very untrue of me to say. Blissful, peaceful, extraordinary...seee, the words are endless. I don't need to prove my smartypants nature to y'all. All I'm saying is, I'm glad I have faith that my dog awaits my arrival. He died while I was a freshman in college. I didn't even get to say bye to him. It was unexpected for everyone in my family. I honestly thought Hobie was going to live on forever. Shows how naive I was. Well, he does live on. Just in the form of a spirit. Sweetest dog. I really think I started writing this post because I am literally sitting here, studying my Anatomy note cards, thinking, "It is too dang quiet in here, I can even here crickets, and it's the middle of the AFTERNOON...I need a dog!" Then, I thought about Hobie. My mind is a pool of crazy thoughts. I better return to my note cards before I actually go out and buy a dog. Will wouldn't like that too much. He's a cat person, (so am I, but an allergic cat person). Bye for nah.

Guess Who's Running Another Half-Marathon

That's right, yours truly. I'm nuts, but don't care who knows it. I have a new neighbor, her name is Lanaya and we decided it would be a glorious adventure to run a half-marathon together. I'm all about goal setting and achieving. We're running the American Fork Half, which should be gorgeous in June when we run the darn thing.

I'd like to give a shout-out to my old running buddy (Julie Bagley--who is having a baby girl in April) and tell her that I will be thinking about her the whole time I'm training for this race! We ran the Utah Valley Half-Marathon together and I couldn't have asked for a better running partner.

Oh, don't mind my freaky long alien hands

Anywho. I'm also probably going to sign up for the Dirty Dash run with Lanaya as well to get ready for the Half-Marathon. I've always wondered what it was like to run through a big pile of mud. We shall see. I'm on a running kick. Maybe I should just get a dog instead of being crazy and running super strenuous races.

The one crawling through the mud, is my awesome sis-in-law who ran the Dirty Dash, she's hardcore people!

Back to Anatomy and Micro.

Ain't it the troof

I NEVER BLOG ANYMORE!

Blogging is getting hard. I don't have a lot of time to write and post pictures. Honestly, when I sit down to write a post it feels like it only took me five minutes to write, but really, it took me an hour to write. I just have a lot to say about a lot of things. Well, Honestly I don't even know where to begin. Actually, I do. My life has not take that much of a turn. The last amazing event that took place for me and Will was that we got to spend Christmas in South Carolina with Will's wonderfully hilarious family. We could not have imagined anything more splendid than to spend Christmas where the sun shines. I mean, it wasn't the tropics, but it sure beat Utah's weather. We had a lot of fun! (BEWARE: High volume of picture taking up in heyah!)

(Will's father took us on a trip to their family farm in Hartsville, SC. Such a beautiful place.)

(EMILY. Check out that bokeh! Will was so proud of these pictures! We were putting in action everything you taught us over Christmas. Still LOTS and LOTS to learn though)

(Precious family portrait :)

SEE.

That's really all that's been goin' on. No babies to report, no new job, no extraordinary event, nothin'. I got nothin'. I am glad to be alive and I'm truly grateful for my husband. Will is one of a kind and I'm truly lucky. I mean, for Valentine's Day, I woke and looked him in the eyes and said, "Happy Valentine's, love!" He said, "Um, I literally did NOTHING for you today, I mean, I have nothing to give you or anything. BUT, I still love ya!" I responded, "I already know, I've been married to you for over three years, I didn't expect anything this year." I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't special enough to be thought of on Valentine's Day. Selfish thoughts, that's what was going on in my little head. I'm kind of a romantic so I made Will breakfast and set out his clothes for the day. Actually, that's not really romantic, I was just playing mom for the day. Sheesh.

I almost felt like I wanted to (jokingly) get Will back for not remembering a special occasion so I packed one of his tupperware (that I usually fill with a sandwich or something) with paper towels And, so I sent Will off to work, lunch-less. I was initially going to wait until he called me up to tell me he doesn't have lunch, but I couldn't wait any longer. I called him and said, "So you know I forgot to send you with lunch, but I still love ya!" He got kind of quiet for a minute. Then, I busted out laughing, "JUST KIDDING! I'm coming to pick you up at 12 to take you out somewhere yummy!" He liked that idea.

Later that day, I got this hilarious email. He sent me an E-card. I'll just give you the first line. "An Idiot can send an E-card, I struggle with romance...." You get the point. He felt horrible for not making V-day a special one for me, and then I felt horrible for making him feel horrible. He shows me love 365 days a year. He doesn't feel like he should take one day out of the year to celebrate his love for me, instead he does it every single day. Just more with actions rather than roses and candies. Although, I could use some chocolate. We ended up having a fun Valentine's Day, even though it really did feel like any other typical day. I hope everyone out there had a wonderful Valentines day!