Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
"And I'm really sorry for eating Kelsey's Bacon..."
Did he really just try to feign remorse in a prayer?
One squinty eye peeled open to see my reaction.
A little sacrilege.
But mostly much needed laughter.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
It's not that I don't find the season charming. The problem is that I do. Cardigans, Pumpkin Treats, Jackets, Honeycrisp Apples, and Cool Air. What's not to love? I just find it hard to attach myself to a season that stays for such a short time.
Luckily my hesitant heart had some help this year from visiting friends and family. My Fall started with a weekend spent with good friends. Bets and Trav, along with Ande drove down from Rexburg for Conference weekend. (I have only seen Ande once since being married, which is really wrong.) We spent the weekend lounging around, eating yummy food, watching Conference, and playing games. It felt good to be sitting on the couch with Jon on one side of me, head on my shoulder and then Ande on the other side, head on the shoulder. This isn't a metaphor. This is really what happens when I'm with both of them. Makes my heart happy. Bets and Trav are always so much fun to hang out with. I'm so glad that we are married friends! My good friend Ty Sainsbury made a quick visit as well. I hadn't seen him in over 2 years and it was so good to laugh with that kid again. I hated saying goodbye and felt that tiny wish in my heart concerning the state I live in.
When my parents bid us goodbye, my mom left me a note saying, "Thanks for liking us enough to hang out with us." That's exactly how I was feeling. I'm thankful I have friends and family that like us enough to hang out with us. We so enjoy the time we get to spend time with the people we love.
I'm happy to say that it is Fall. Despite my knowledge of where this season takes us, I suppose I'm along for the ride. It's been wonderful so far!
Monday, October 25, 2010
When Jon and I moved into our Condo we were presented with the choice of attending the Family Ward in that area or the BYU Married Student Ward. I had a distinct feeling that we needed to attend the Family Ward, so we obeyed and attended. Between the indisputable fact that we were invisible to the members in the ward along with the vast difference in the life span between us and most members, "that feeling" was certainly questioned. Those first few weeks, we took turns doubting, dragging, and cursing while the other did the smiles and the shaking of hands. Within a few weeks of this coping arrangement we were asked to give a talk in Sacrament Meeting. We both played the role of dragging that week as we prepared for our talks. However, our experience talking in Sacrament Meeting turned out to be truly wonderful. Suddenly we were seen and suddenly we were heard. We recieved such a warm greeting from all the members which continued past that one week. Our steps suddenly became lighter and our mouths spent more time smiling than murmuring. The following week we were called and extended a calling.
Although we were thrilled to finally be a part of the ward and feel involved, we were intimidated by our new calling. Being the youngest child, my nieces and nephews are my only experience with kids. Jon being a convert to the church, has never participated in Primary and was actually very unfamiliar with the whole program. We both were weary about the responsibility to teach little children. But between laughing at the absurdity of teaching our eight 8 year old kids and the enjoyable moments we've had so far, the intimidation has subsided. My favorite moments with them thus far:
- On our first Sunday we sat in front of the kids and began to introduce ourselves. One girl with her legs crossed and arms matching interrupted our Hello...
" So how long have you been married" she asks.
Me: Umm close to a year, not very-
"So you have already been on your Honeymoon then?"
" Where did you go?"
Realizing she wanted short answers.
" New Mexico or just Mexico?"
Me: Just Mexico.
" No one goes to New Mexico, just Mexico."
It felt like a test. And I seemed to have passed it?
- There is a girl that wears those perfect little dresses made up of chiffon and velvet with accenting bows. She has a matching headband in her hair, the longest dark eyelashes, and hardly speaks a word. While sitting next to her during Sharing Time she leans over and whispers" My feet are sweaty...like really sweaty. And these are new shoes!" She was swinging her feet back and forth as she made me her new confidant.
- While practicing for the primary program the boy sitting next to me taps me on the shoulder. I turn to find a freckled hand extended, palm up. Lying in the center is a green jelly bean. I knew the jelly bean had been squished in his fist for a while because there was green coloring splotched all over his palm. The thought of eating a sweaty jelly bean was enough to gag but I knew I couldn't reject his offer. So I took it, smiled, and gulped it down. He then proceeded to tell me it was a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Jelly Bean and I had gotten Booger. Double gag. Good thing I like Harry Potter little boy.
I think my favorite moment though has come from my own Jon.
- After a long Sunday of practicing for the Primary Program, Jon and I stumble into our car. Before starting the car, Jon lays his head back and lets out a long sigh. I ask him if he's ok and he responds with "Yeah I'm fine..I just had no idea that Primary kids sing that much!"
And Sing they do. This calling has been an excellent learning experience for us. I know that we are truly benefiting from being a part of this ward and fulfilling our calling. I'm grateful to serve with Jon and be able to learn and enjoy together (It's been so fun to watch Jon as he goes through Primary for the first time). And I'm actually quite thankful to have a constant stream of Primary Songs playing in my head.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I felt summer stay.
- Finishing our place and feeling it become our home.
- Spending 4th of July week with Jon's parents: eating yummy food, Canasta, and them buying us everything we looked at!
- Spending hours at The Farmer's Market oohing and awing and lovin the creativity.
- Becoming slightly obsessed with Grilled Corn on the Cob. Butter and Salt completes me.
- Falling in love with Peach Smoothies.
- Spending a night listening to an old favorite, Secondhand Serenade.
- Making it to Washington for a short but very lovely weekend which consisted of Addy's baptism, good conversation, good food, laughter, games, and the Marble Family Reunion.
- Getting swept away into So You Think You Can Dance.
- Finally passing my test and getting a $1.50 raise. I felt like this.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Today I want to be behind a different kind of desk obeying the orders that only come from Academia. I want to feel brilliant and shiny. I want to stretch. I want to turn pages. I want to breath ink.
I love my life. I know that I'm blessed to have a job. I know that I'm blessed to have a determined and successful husband. I know that I'm blessed to put him through school. I love my life.
But just for today, just for a moment...
I'm digging my heel into the carpet.
I just really want to finish school.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
One surprised girl with yesterday's eats unremoved from her teeth.
One boy scared out of his mind.
One surprised girl, dirty teethed, and wearing a past boyfriends T shirt.
One boy scared out of his mind, voicing words with heart.
One surprised girl, dirty teethed, past on back, crying.
One boy scared out of his mind, voicing heart, and asking.
One surprised girl, dirty teethed, past on back, crying, and quietly yessing.
One boy scared out of his mind, all voiced, heart full, and answered.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
"Harry Potter Lovers."
"Too Cool for Harry Potterers."
With full heart and pride I declare myself as a full time member in the first group. I am a "Harry Potter lover." I've devoured all seven books multiple times and have felt a constant void since the end of the 7th. I mourned at the deaths of Dumbledore, and Sirius and I still shiver at the word Avada Kedavra. I allow Harry the credit of brilliance when really his trusted friends and luck deserve the wizarding worlds praise. With these traits that belong to the Lovers, comes the tendency to spurt Harry Potter References:
"If I just had some Gillyweed" gasped as I popped out of the swimming pool water.
"It's like we are in Diagon Alley and just stepped into Weasley's shop!" blurted as I stepped into a toy store full of talking stuffed animals, bubbles, and flying toy airplanes.
" I really could use a Pensieve and a wand right now" said forlornly on a particularly stressful day.
I reference. I reference because there is a large part of me that has confused reality with book driven imagination. And I'm perfectly content with that confusion.
Oh it brings such pain when I think of it. I've spent years trying to change this unfortunate choice of his and initiate him in the world of Potter Happiness. The boy has refused my persuasion, cringed at my open nerdiness, and used every opportunity to roll eyes at my clever references.
The two of us; lover and too cool, walked hand in hand through the airport trying to locate our gate. We were looking for B17. As we walked, scanning the indicator signs we saw a sign reading B16 & B14 on the left. We looked to the right and saw B15 and then further down at the end of the terminal B18. B17 was missing it seemed, nowhere to be seen. As I began to ask Jon what we should do, lovely words filled my ears.
Much to Jon's surprise and gladness, he quickly found that one Harry Potter Reference has the effects of approximately 3 flower bouquets, 5 voluntary kitchen cleanings, and 4 bowls of buttery popcorn.
The Effect: Pure Joy.
If the boy is smart he will take advantage of this new found weakness of mine. Now, If I'm smart... I will take advantage of this small crack and slowly and stealthily, turn him into a...Harry Potter Lover!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I actually mean Dear Jane.
This is a real dear Jon.
And just because I may have made a subconcious rekindling attempt that looked like that (2 weeks before he got home):
I was just in Europe and couldn't help but think that we were in the closest physical proximity to eachother that we've been in two whole years. I'm really excited for you to come home.
And got the funny and endearing response of this:
I have to say that I'm utterly confused as to how you feel about me...Well I guess we will just have to see when I come home.
We still ended up looking like this six or so months later:
I'm so thankful that a year ago that confused boy came home from his mission. I'm so thankful that we could forget about the janes and the dears. I'm thankful that we replaced rekindling attempts with successes and chased away all that confusion. I'm thankful for the man that he became and the experiences we've had. Lastly, I'm thankful for the shoebox that holds the beautiful mess of lined paper that tells the story of us.
My boy is home.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
I arrive at the same time (approximately 30 seconds early), fill up my water bottle, and feed the entertaining fish that sit in front of my desk. I then spend the next hour or so calling insurance "leads" from the internet. Which translates into me calling number after number of rude and disinterested people with one or two valid interests with manners. The rest of my day contains quoting, calling, making payments, and filing. I have reached the point in my job where I've realized my brain may choose to be completely absent without effecting the effeciency of my work production. This realization comes with a lot of yawns and a need for sucky candy and snacks to keep at least my body focused and functioning. So when the opportunity of varried tasks arise I scramble for them.
One such rogue task that I look foward to is the scanning of checks. Most clients pay with credit cards which is a minor job of typing in numbers and pressing submit. But when checks come I get to scan it in the little machine that sucks the check in and swirls it in a half circle and shoots it back out. It's the same machine used at banks. It makes a little zipping sound that is completely thrilling to me.
The other day I came across one such little treasure and composed my face in perfect casuality as my brain checked back into my body for the excitement. My boss happened to be over my shoulder double checking his payment calculation. I began prepping myself for the upcoming pleasure. All of a sudden he grabbed hold of the check for verfication. Stay cool I told myself, do not let him know your secret. He then began to walk towards the scanner. I began to bar my mouth and place the guards to insure nothing stupid was going to escape. He began to place the check in the slot and I could hear the machine rousing itself for the glorious process. With too many thoughts and not enough restraint on duty, my mouth cried out " Stop that's my favorite Part!" My boss stopped and turned his head to access my sincerity. Due to my half out of my seat position coupled with the bright red face he realized that I was dead serious. Once I scolded my mouth a few times for letting such a stupid confession slip out I found enough grace as I would like to call it to shrug my shoulders and say "I like feeling like a banker." Oh yeah like that made it better. Thank you very much mouth, i expected it from the Brain but boy you really failed your guard job. After some great chuckles at my expense, my boss placed the check in my hand and gave me full reign of "my favorite part."
Yes I'm looking for a new mouth that actually does it job guarding my thoughts from making such a painful entrance into the world.
Monday, May 10, 2010
(Stay Tuned for the Before and After Pictures.)