Grateful

I'm grateful for my life. I'm a pretty lucky girl. I've got parents that raised me right. At least I think so, and I'm pretty sure Will agrees with me. Or else, he'd be sleeping on the couch every night. Nah nah, just playing. I've got wonderful parent in-laws that are great examples and raised such a great man, that I love. I love my siblings, all of them. We are all so very different in our own ways. It makes life that much more interesting. Like I mentioned, I was blessed with a husband that makes me smile every day. He is thoughtful, sweet, Hi-LAR-EEEE-US (makes me laugh every time I'm with him), always wants to be happy and make everyone around him happy, and he wants nothing more than to do what is right. I'm getting all cheesy, but I feel the need, the need for speeed, ok ok, not speed, but the need to express how happy I am. I swear I'm not on any drugs or anything. I'm just getting enough sleep, eating right, and exercising...so that could possibly be the reason for all the happiness-talk in this post. As ya'll know my brother got hitched this weekend. It was a beautiful day. I love Jeremy and Sarah together. They are the best of friends, thats a good start to their journey together.

Let me tell ya, for each of my siblings weddings Ive had bad luck. Chris's wedding, I was 9 years old...I was too young to do anything or remember anything. Therefore, not a grand ole time. I mean, it was an awesome wedding, but you know...as a kid, weddings aren't your cup of tea. Mike's wedding, I was 12 years old...I started my p-dawg. That's the day I became a woman. Bad timing womanhood. Sheesh. Jordan's wedding, I was 12 years old (My bro's weddings were a week apart---my poor poor mother) Our dresses were made from scratch and yes, my dress did rip at the reception in front of everyone. The attention suddenly shifted from Jordan and Marie, to my little nudie of a body. And last but not least, Lindsay's wedding, I was maybe 14 or 15...the night before her big day, I had been attacked my mosquitos. I don't just get a little itchy when theses bugs bite. I explode. I turn into a marshmallow. Get this, I had just gotten over pneumonia and I had about 30 massive infected mosquito bites all over my body...PLUS I mayor may not have been overdosing on Benedryl. This was the worst experience of my life. I don't even remember being at Lindsay's wedding, it's all a blur. I saw pictures for each of these weddings, they were all amazing. I just don't remember them too well because I was preoccupied each time. It will be cool when we're in heaven to re-play the video for each wedding.

I'm grateful my wedding and Jeremy's wedding was such a blast. It's always a good time seeing family and friends. This weekend just gave me a burst of appreciation for my life and the future that awaits us. I hope you all are having a great Monday and every day this week gets better!

Jewemy Bwyce LeBawon

My big brudder is getting married! Oh, happy day. I grew up idolizing everything Jeremy did. He thought I was some pest, following him around, and just wouldn't leave him alone. I actually thought that he thought I was cool. Kinda, sad. So, basically I was a loser. Don't worry, I didn't think I was a loser, my braced-face-self thought I was pretty freaking awesome.

I admired my bro for his sense of humor, testimony, he is such a peace maker--(its almost annoying how peace-makerish he is.) For instance, Kell and I would be fighting over something legit, like who gets to use the only straightener in the house first. See, I told you it was legit. But, Jer would find some way to spoil our fighting fun and we'd kiss and make-up (ok ok, we didn't kiss, but there was hugging) things turned back to being hunky dory. He thinks I hated those moments when he was right, but I just just he was cooler. There is something to be said for trying to be a better person.

When he went on his mission, I thought I would die. I missed him A LOT. I got over it and just waited the two years just like any normal person. When he came home, it was surprising to hear what he thought of me before his mission. Yep, he said it...a PEST! Definitely helps my self-esteem decline every time I hear I was a pest. We became such good buddies when he arrived to the states from his long journey in Bulgaria. I showed him the ropes, how college works, how dating works, and just how to have a good ol' time. I'd like to think I brought Sarah and Jeremy together because I lived at Raintree, (Dating Willy-boy at the time), Jer thought he was pretty cool so he moved in to Will's apartment. Sarah lived at Raintree too and that's where they met. Raintree is just full of matchmaking. There is a lot of love going around in that complex. Maybe a little tooo much love. Ok, I'm just kidding. Kinda.

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Where was I?

Oh right!

What I'm trying to say is, he is the best brother a girl could ask for. He never EVER picked on us, even though he did consider me a pest. I'm grateful he's met a girl like Sarah, that makes him so happy and I know she's going to make his eternity a blast. She is an awesome addition to our fam. I don't think I've ever been so excited for a wedding that's not mine. I can't wait to see my brother get married. He got to see me, therefore,  it's only fair that I get to see him. I love you Jer Bear! You're one of a kind.

Big Day: Saturday August 21, 2010.

Ps. Look at those dimples. They're going to have some good looking babies.

Certified Nursing Assistant--That's Right!

It's been quite sometime since I last posted anything. I figure it's got to be something really good and juicy for it to be even considered as a posting. Well, I've got something good. I'm a CNA, friends! I took a short course in October of last year and I've put off taking the test for the longest time. Well, I finally came to the conclusion that I want to be a nurse. The program that I plan to apply to in January requires applicants to become certified as an NA. So, I took the dang test. I passed. I literally jumped 4 feet in the air. Is that even considered high? Do I care? No. Because I passed and I can get a job that pays better and it's something that I love to do. Assist people that are in need of help. Now, I just need to get my resume out there and apply to some jobs. Should be a piece of cake. Let's hope so. 

Peacin' Out

My time has come to go on a road trip with the all time favorite man in my life. . .if you were wondering, it's Will I'm speaking of. A vacation, yes, I have forgotten what that feels like. It hasn't hit me that we are going to have a week to lay on the California beach and get some sun for our white tushies (we won't be tanning European style--for the record), we get to visit my Meema everyday, take a traditional trip to the Boardwalk, and walk along the Warf. Things you don't typically get to do everyday, living in Ewwtah and everything. 

I'd like to inform you that this woman, my Meema, is the most thoughtful, selfless person in the entire world. I owe everything to her. She is moving to Utah (Assisted Living), so my family is helping her move while we're in California. I'm thrilled to have my Grandma Meema closer to us--she deserves a daily visit at least. I love her. 

 

                                                  

Pain You Enjoy? Really?

This last Saturday, June 12th was an unusual day for me. It was the day of my half-marathon. I had to be up by 2:45am so Julie (Super-hero running buddy) and I could make it to where the buses pick you up for the race at 3:30am. Luckily, we made it to the start line in time. . .although we had to use the bathroom (or should I say porta-pooty--yuck) before the race, but the line was too long for our liking. We waited and waited--15 minutes went by and we had 3 minutes until they shot the gun for the race to begin. We are the fastest bathroom goers EVER! It was amazing, my friends. I know all you people think I'm a nut job for running that far, but it's pain you enjoy. But, that's not what I was saying the day after the race. Anyway, Julie and I made good time, we paced ourselves through the whole race so that we wouldn't end up stopping. Our first mile was awesome! When we hit the 1 mile mark, Julie looked at her stop watch and we ran that in 8 minutes. We were so proud of ourswelves. We usually just maintain a 10 minute mile pace...not the first mile baby---8minutemilewooot. We did stick with the 10 minute miles throughout the race, because it didn't get easier, especially when I hit mile 9. Being my first half-marathon, I was having a great time. Every two miles I kept seeing the light at the end of the tunnel--volunteers for the race were handing us: water, oranges, bananas, energy gelly raspberry thingy, powerade...it was all so wonderful.

I had to use the ladies room as I got to the bottom of Provo Canyon, I guess my first visit to the porta-pooty wasn't enough. So, I ran ahead of Julie so that we could meet up after I went to the bano. As I was waiting in line behind these girls that didn't act like they were running a race, I felt like I was at a sleepover for a second. The line didn't seem to shrink, and I saw Julie pass right by me. Immediately, I told my bladder, "You can wait!" So, I just skipped going to the bathroom and kept running. I wanted to get a decent time, it being my first race and all. I booked it for a little while. The last 3 miles were the death of me. My legs were throbbing, and my buttocks felt like someone/something was pricking me with little needles. I'm telling ya, pain you kind of enjoy. Man, when I finished that race, I had never been so happy!

 I was looking everywhere for my Will. No sight of him. Get this, so he wakes up with me @t 2:45, makes me a wonderful breakfast, all hearty and healthy, blah blah for the race, and sets his alarm to wake up in time for me to get done with the race. Poor guy, his alarm didn't go off. Willy-dawg missed my race! He felt terrible, oh and and I felt terrible too. I ran that race for that dude. Ok ok, I ran it for me, but was so excited to show off my running skills to the man. I forgave him for missing it. Anywho. I got a medal and free food after the race, totally worth 13.1 miles. Not really, I ran to get a t-shirt. They told Julie and me that they'll send it to us. Well, thanks. I'm never running 13.1 miles again. Just kidding.
I just might do it again.

I have never been so sore in my entire life. Ok ok ok...so it was pain I ended up not enjoying. Will had to carry me around for a day, not the worst thing in the world. He made missing my race up to me, by taking me out to Kneaders, hot tubbing, going to see a movie. It was the longest/most awesome day of my life (I was awake at 2:45am), just like this is the longest post of my life. WOW. I probably should quit while I'm ahead. THANKS JULIE for being an amazing friend and running that long-butt race with me. You were amazing! We did it!!!!

Crawling in My Skin

This was in my room, under my most precious blanket when I got done watering the garden. . .

  Sneaky, he decided to come home with me, without my permission!

  If I had known there was such a thing as a garden centipede, I probably would NEVER have taken up gardening. I don't think he's the kind of pal you want to garden with.  I hear, their bite is pretty gruesome. And, I killed him. 

  I don't scream very often, unless someone is chasing me or tickling me. This was like no other scream. It was shrill and just plain awful. I took the oldest shoe I had and I was a mad woman as I crushed every inch of this insect. Man. I had to blog about this because I'm still on edge and needed to release my angst. 

I feel better now.

Evil centipede. Evil. . .

Variety

For some reason my husband and I can not grasp the meaning of variety. What I am speaking of...is the fact that when we sit down to eat some grub, we always have to pop in a movie. We don't just have one movie, people. We have at least 30 different movies that we could choose from. Not a whole lot of pickings. After watching each movie three times since we've been married. My goodness, it gets old. We find ourselves reciting line after line! And, my husband...is a whistler. I know some of you who read this blog know exactly what I'm talking about. He hears a tune that he "thinks" is catchy, and whistles until he can't whistle no mo. It's really great, just WONDERFUL. Can't tell you how much I love it. K, I do love it. Even if it sometimes makes my ears bleed. Oh, I'm just kidding. The movie that we seem to pop in the most is, Far and Away. 

Can't seem to get enough out of that one. We have watched that one 20 times since we've been married. So you know, when it is my job to pick the movie for the night. I do not pick Far and Away. I bet you could guess who does. Sweet, sweet husband-o-mine. I love him to pieces, I just brace myself for when the movie is over and the whistle begins it's departure. I can only handle so much of John Williams! But really, if I don't hear Will whistle something has got to be wrong. He usually whistles all the time, so that tells you something about him. :) Hulu is the next greatest invention. This is where we watch Lost. We do NOT have cable, I repeat we do NOT have cable. So, we just watch our favorite shows for free. It's great. So, I guess it's not all that bad. Life is good my friends!