Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I graduated back on the 13th of this month but since I forgot my camera I didn't have my pictures right away. So after a long wait here are some photos from the great event. Brads grandmother took photos in the spectrum and maybe someday I'll get those from her. It was a great day and yes, I did wear my pink shoes from my wedding even though it was snowing very heavily that morning. I have just one quick little story from graduation that needs to be shared because it was one of the worst/best moments of my day.
I actually had a graduation day miracle happen. As I've said, it snowed several inches that day and I was more concerned with looking good than being practical. I didn't have any pockets in my pants and the pockets in my coat lead straight into the lining. Brad held my phone for me during the ceremony and right before he handed it to me he decided to turn on the volume on the ringer. He doesn't usually have the sound on his own phone but he turned mine on. As I was walking to the car I kept thinking I should hand my phone to Brad so I can focus on not falling down while walking in these ridiculous shoes. But I didn't listen to the prompting like Brad did. I realized my phone was gone once we got to the restaurant for lunch. I had to get something out of the trunk so I was really hoping it was in the trunk. It wasn't. After lunch we went back to the parking lot and retraced my steps. Luckily they had not come in to plow the lot yet, but there had been a lot of traffic so we weren't sure it would be safe even if we did find it. Brad called it once we were to the area he had been parked in. Amazingly enough it began ringing from under a pile of snow. I'm so glad he decided to turn the ringer on because we wouldn't have seen it otherwise. It has a little scratch on one corner, but otherwise survived it's fall and the subsequent hour or so in the snow. I'm so glad because even though it is just a thing, and it can be replaced, I felt very lost without it.
Friday, December 19, 2008
My favorites include the ones I listed above.
I love driving around looking at Christmas lights. With the economy the way it is I don't think people will be able to really do this as much anymore and that makes me sad. Perhaps when I have kids I will start the tradition of going to the light shows like they have in Willard Bay and Spanish Fork so they will still get to see Christmas lights.
Another thing that we would do every year is make graham cracker houses. I was lucky enough to have family close by while I went to school in Logan that have the same traditions so I could continue this fun activity even though I didn't live at home for the whole month of December. I missed the parties this month and that makes me sad :( But just knowing graham cracker houses are being made makes me feel happy.
Here is one I made with a friend 2 years ago. (really I made it, he just ate graham crackers and frosting) It is a Church with stained glass windows and a gingerbread preacher. It also has a duck pond with a cute little duck in front. (ok the friend made the duck... but that's all the help I had) Last years graham cracker house was a southern plantation but because we used those yummy piroette (sp?) cookies for posts it got eaten before we could take a picture......
I've also made 8 loaves of my moms Christmas bread this year. (I failed at the first 4 but succeeded at the next 8!) I hope to keep these traditions alive and well with my family as it forms.
If you have any great Christmas traditions you think I should add to my calendar leave a message and let me know. There is always room for more fun!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Don't want to watch the whole thing and just want to hear them say my name and watch me walk down the plank shaking hands? Well then click on link and download the video then zoom ahead to 53:38 in the video and you will hear them say my name! Woot Woot!
Pictures will come shortly. I forgot my camera so I used my mother-in-laws and since she had finals this week she's been a bit busy so I don't have them yet.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Those of you who really know me know that I worry about EVERYTHING. Ridiculous things. Have you seen the movie "Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events"? There is a woman on that movie that is just like me. She at one point warns the children not to stand in front of the refrigerator because it could tip over and squish them. What are the odds that would happen? Slim, but she worries about it. I would too. This worrying is really what causes my hypochondria as well.
Now I know that driving in crummy weather is a worry for most people, but I worry a lot. In fact today I had thoughts that I would just not walk at graduation so that my family wouldn't drive to Logan in the snow tomorrow morning. They would not like that, so we're going. So to ease my over active mind will you all pray that my family will be able to drive safely in the snow and that I will not give myself an ulcer over things beyond my control. Thank you.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
She had just given birth to an angel child and her life was complete. I made her 30th birthday so happy and memorable that she decided to celebrate that year over and over again.
Sorry little sister, she didn't pick 34 so we know who her favorite child is.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Since I spent Thanksgiving day with Brads family and since Brad had to work today I stayed the night last night at my mom's house and we decided to start a new tradition of our own. Last year the day after Thanksgiving was the day that I went through the Logan temple in preparation to be married. So today my mom and I went to the Provo temple to celebrate that anniversary. We've decided that we will try to go every year after Thanksgiving to celebrate the spiritual things that we are grateful for. It's just may be one of my favorite holiday traditions.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Today was my last Friday of student teaching. I wear jeans on Fridays so I decided that today was the day for me to wear my ultimate belt buckle. It is actually the buckle my brother gave me back in 2003. The kids loved it. So here is a picture of me wearing that ultimate buckle to a Keith Urban concert back in 2005.
Monday, November 17, 2008
2- He peels his bananas from the wrong end. Ok fine, there is no wrong way, but still I'd never seen anyone peel their bananas like he does until I met him.
3- He is very patient and loving.
4- He is so good with children. I love watching him with his niece and nephew. Someday he will make a wonderful father.
5- He picks up on what I need and just does it. From helping with laundry to fixing the drain, he just gets it done.
Also, he is such a goofball as can be witnessed in this engagement photo in which he is biting my arm....... The photographer definitely didn't ask him to do that.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Stupid thing #1: (Brad would kill me if he knew I was still thinking about this.......)
So a couple weekends ago we went to Vegas to go to my cousins wedding. It was a beautiful wedding and the reception was very well decorated. It almost made me want to do it all over again so I could use the same decorations. So we went to the Temple ceremony and were able to congratulate them after it was over. Then we went to a church where they did a ring ceremony for those family members who weren't able to be at the temple. Afterwords they let everyone who was there for that get in line to congratulate them. I happened to be second to last in that line. I was standing in front of the first groomsman in line when the photographer came to the people in front of me and told them when they had finished that there was going to be pictures. She then told me and my uncles family that we would have to get out of line so they could take family pictures. ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? There were 2 more people and she's going to kick us out of line? I shouldn't care. I got to give them hugs after the actual wedding. But I had just stood in line to congratulate them and she is going to tell me I can't? Even after we got out of line she didn't start taking pictures for awhile. So if you read this new cousin-in-law, congratulations and I'll give you a hug the next time I see you, and I hated your photographer. Thank you Ashley for working with me so well for my wedding photos.
Stupid thing #2:
I received a scholarship back in April from the University. It was a really rushed process to get the scholarship and I ended up writing multiple letters in one week and talking to the vice provost several times about all of the requirements for the thank you letter that is sent to the donor of the scholarship money. We were supposed to send a picture but when I emailed to find out the specifications on the photo I was told that someone had already taken care of my picture for me. She gave me the name of the person and I just figured it was someone from the college since they had a photo of me from a scholarship I'd received a couple years before. Well today I got an email from the same woman who told me my photo was taken care of asking me if I ever sent in a photo. If she seriously has been sitting around waiting for me to do something she told me not to do........She told me I can come to her office and she'll take one. I wrote back a really informal response basically saying that she told me I didn't need one and I don't live in Logan but I told her that I can email a photo if she will tell me what size and format she wants. I also said that if that wouldn't work that I have a sister who lives in Logan and people say we look alike so if needed I would send her to have her picture taken.
Stupid thing #3:
I was just told that I have to buy my own honors cords for graduation? Is that true? LAME.
(clarification: It's not just that I have to pay for them but I have to find them on my own and buy them through a whole different site because the book store doesn't sell them)
Ok, I feel better. Thank you.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
First off...... I totally won the drawing on that meal blog. I get a quick stir pitcher from pampered chef! I'm really excited because I really have been wanting one for awhile now.
Next, I've officially received word that one of my students has found my blog. She's a T.A. in one of my 7th grade classes....... I should have never taught her about google images. She googled my name and found the blog. I really don't care though. I wonder if any of my other students read this........... I can't ask otherwise they'd all look for it. Meh.
Third, I'm kind of bugged today because one of my teachers told me that I needed to stick to my friends at home and not care if the kids are my friends. She said "I know it's important to you that the kids are your friends......." I'M NOT FRIENDS WITH MY STUDENTS. She has not been in my classes while I teach, except for today while we played a game of jeopardy. I am a friendly person but that does not mean that I seek friendship from my friends. I am feeling more and more like the teachers I work with think less of me and I can't figure out what I've done to change that. If you didn't read my post titled "My Michael Scott Moment" you should. Notice in that post that I never once said I wanted to be friends with my students. I just don't see why they can't like my class and me and still respect me. I don't want to hang out with my students after class and I honestly don't care what they tell their friends about the class, but why can't they be happy to come to my class?
Fourth, our housing situation is currently on hold. I saw a bunch of family and friends at a wedding this last weekend and everyone was so excited for me so I thought I'd let people know that we may still be moving but it is currently on hold while our grandfather takes care of some medical issues. He is in our prayers and while we are looking forward to moving and being able to save money on housing, we are more concerned for our grandparents well-being so we hope that things are taken care of and all cleared up.
Also, I am sick of coughing. I don't really like sleeping with the humidifier on and I hate how fuzzy my teeth get when I suck on cough drops all day.
Monday, October 20, 2008
If you have ever had a hard time deciding what to make for dinner, there is a new blog for you: http://mealtimehelp.blogspot.com You'll find simple meal ideas, a place to share your favorite dinner time meals and maybe learn a trick or two for old time favorites. There will also be monthly giveaways. You'll always have an answer to the question "What's for dinner?"
So check out the blog, but don't enter cause I wanna win........ ohok fine go ahead and enter.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Brad and I love our apartment. It's a cute one bedroom place with it's own washer dryer and a dishwasher! That's 3 steps above the last place we lived. It's new, and it's close to work and school. On paper it's also a smoke free environment. I say on paper because as far as I can count there are 2 other apartments in my building where people don't smoke. Those 2 happen to belong to people in my ward. Even though these people face eviction for smoking they do it openly. I finally had enough when it went from cigarette smoke to marijuana smoke and I told the managers and I even had my first experience calling the cops. Don't think I'm little miss tattle tale either...... I just don't want to pay for air conditioning when I could open my door and let in the nice late summer breeze at night, but I'm not going to open the door to marijuana smoke, it gives me headaches. As far as I can tell neither going to the managers nor calling the cops did any good because every day there are people sitting out on their balconies or in the stairwell smoking.
The first day we lived here our neighbor from downstairs came up to introduce himself to us. We thought that was really nice, except he continued to inform us that he has a party every weekend and we should let him know if they are too loud. The noise from his parties has never been TOO bad, but now that I've called the cops on them for the marijuana I'm afraid to ever go down there. And judging from the quantities of alcohol that he carries in every Friday afternoon I'd rather avoid the party anyways......... Even our non-smoking church going neighbors upstairs sometimes vacuum at one in the morning. I got all dressed to go ask them to please wait till morning when it finally stopped. This past weekend we can't tell where the noise comes from, I think it's the apartment that shares a back wall with ours. People come outside every night around midnight and start yelling to each other. Even with all windows and doors shut I can still make out the words they are saying. It is starting to get old which is why I'm so glad to share this news with all my friends out there................... WE'RE MOVING AGAIN!
Grandma and Grandpa D have been asked to go on a mission ASAP and they asked us if we would watch their house for them. SURE! It's a beautiful house and we are feeling so blessed to have the opportunity to stop paying rent and to stop having noisy neighbors so we can save up our money for our own house someday! Because the mission call hasn't worked like most normal mission calls they aren't exactly sure when they leave. As soon as they find out we will be putting in our notice here and praying that our contract sells so we can move there with no further obligations here. Once we move anyone can come visit us because we'll have more spare guest rooms than we'll know what to do with!
I'm excited if you can't tell from the number of exclamation points I've used........
Thursday, October 9, 2008
On an episode of 'The Office,' Michael Scott is quoted as saying "Would I rather be feared or be loved? Both, I want people to be afraid of how much they love me." Sometimes I feel like this. How come I have to make the students fear me to respect me? When I tell people that the students really like my class, and seem to enjoy me as a teacher, they act as though I must have no control over my class, and my students must not be learning. Why can't the students enjoy me as a teacher and still respect me?
I honestly feel like they do.
I've had this internal struggle before. While growing up I had some really good Young Women's leaders. The girls in my ward built relationships with these women and trusted them with our deepest teenage secrets and in return they shared their love and advice with us. Because we had a FRIENDSHIP (that's really what it was, it was more than a teacher/student relationship) we called these women by their first name. It was suggested that the girls in the ward were not showing respect to these women because we didn't call them by "Sister.........." I honestly do not feel like this showed any lack of respect towards these women. The women that I knew who were lovely women but did not share this relationship were refered to as "Sister .......... " Sure I respected those other women but I didn't care for them the way I cared for my first name basis leaders. So is it impossible to like someone and still respect them? I don't think so.
So why does everyone freak out when I suggest that my students like me AND respect me?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
This is how the game works: Use Google image search to answer each question. Then, out of ONLY the first page of results, choose your favorite or most random image. Then tag some people to do it!! :)
PLACE I'VE BEEN TO:
PLACE I WANT TO VISIT:
WHAT I'M DOING RIGHT NOW
I don't tag anyone because this took me forever to finish. But it was fun, so I think if you are bored you should try a few of these things on your own.
Something I learned...... when you google image my husbands name the first picture that comes up is my cousin.....
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Since this is a flashback post I figured I ought to have a picture of us when we were youngsters, so here are a few that include 4 of the 5 of us at my 6th birthday party.
(Becca is busy being preggers in Rexburg so she couldn't come to dinner.)
Now here are the 5 of us all growed up!
Man they all grew up lookin' good..... I should have done my hair so I could look like I fit in. They are great girls and it was so good to see them all again. I can't wait to get together and have another girls night soon! Oh and Caroline if you feel bad I'll find an embarrassing photo of you to add cause you know I have them!
Friday, September 26, 2008
I'm going out to eat with a bunch of friends tonight (it will be the subject of my flashback friday when I write it...) so Brad is going to get himself some chinese.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Did I mention that I'm loving it?
I honestly thought the middle schoolers would eat me alive. I was so worried. But tonight I feel like I would take a job in a middle school in a heart-beat. So if you have a job in a middle school to offer me........
Monday, September 22, 2008
If you have ever had a hard time deciding what to make for dinner, there is a new blog for you: http://mealtimehelp.blogspot.com You'll find simple meal ideas, a place to share your favorite dinner time meals and maybe learn a trick or two for old time favorites. There will also be monthly giveaways. You'll always have an answer to the question "What's for dinner?" Please post this on your own blog to share this great help with others.
Friday, September 19, 2008
The plan started mid-september my junior year of high school when my friend Kate and I decided in our freshman biology class that we needed to get more people involved in the celebration of pirates. Even though I had been 16 for several months and therefore able to ask on dates, or to be asked on dates, I had still not gone on my first date. We decided the best solution for this would be to plan a large gathering of pirate appreciators in the form of a big group date. We asked our victims....... err um, dates and we met at Kates house that Friday night. We proceeded to draw full mustache and goatee pirate facial hair on our dates. Even a few of the wenches had some curly whiskers (drawn on of course!). We then took our dates for a fine meal at ARRRRby's. We dined with a few members of the ARRmy as well, unplanned but convieniant. As we drove to Arby's my ships crew, (consisting of my date and Kate and her date) came upon a red light. The ship next to us contained a single lass. Kates date leaned out of the vehicle and tapped on the window of said ship. The female occupant was slightly terrified and rolled the window down just to be told to walk the plank. After dinner we went back to Kates home to roast SmAAARRRR's and watch Hook.
It doesn't sound like much but since it was in celebration of my favorite holiday it was a blast, like unto the blast of a cannon. So next year when you are wishing that there was a holiday to decorate for between labor day and halloween don't forget my favorite holiday; International Talk Like a Pirate day.
1. We have the same sense of humor.
2. He tells me how he feels instead of suffering through things he doesn't enjoy.
3. He loves plays and musicals.
4. He doesn't pretend that he has a full head of hair. He's going bald and he knows it and doesn't care.
Four jobs I've had:
1. Unpaid teacher- Salt Lake
2. IT Computer Lab Consultant- Utah State
3. JC Penney- Logan
4. Glorified babysitter- Provo (that's right I haven't had very many paying jobs... so what?!)
Four movies I have watched more than once:
1. Princess Bride
2. The Emperors New Groove
3. Pirates of the Caribbean
4. Better off Dead
Four TV shows I watch:
2. The Office
4. Project Runway (I could name like a million more...... I'm a tv addict)
Four places I have been:
1. Rothenburg ob de Tauber, Germany
2. Champerey, Switzerland
3. New York, New York
4. Banff, Canada
Four of my favorite foods:
2. Candy Corns
3. Candy Canes
Four places I would like to visit:
1. Switzerland (I can never get enough of that place)
2. Mt. Rushmore (I know it's lame, you don't need to tell me, but I've never been ok!)
Four things I am looking forward to in the coming year:
2. Getting a job (hopefully)
3. Being that much closer to having Brad done with school and getting settled.
4. Making new friends in Salt Lake.
Four people I tag: (Because you all said you read my blog)
1. Ann Porter
2. Kirsten Krason
3. Celeste Porter (soon to be Hathaway)
4. Lauren Burtenshaw (you didn't say you do but I thought I'd give you something to blog)
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My husband has the exact same name as his father, with a junior tacked on the end. His whole family calls him Brad which is his middle name. But when I met him that wasn't the name he gave me. You see, when he moved in the fifth grade his new teacher called him by the name that was printed on the roll. He is a shy guy and so he didn't tell the teacher that he went by his middle name and so his classmates began calling him by his first name, not knowing that this wasn't normal. Thus begun his double life; having one name at home and one at school and with his friends. I had known Brad for quite some time by his first name, (I'd post what it is but I've gotten a couple weird comments from people I don't know so really there's no need, most of you know it already) I'd even fallen in love with him by that name, when I found out that if things were to progress for the two of us that I would be calling him Brad. It was hard for me at first. I practiced calling him Brad with my mom but it was hard to put the name with his face. That was when I came up with a solution. A third name that had nothing to do with the other two.
I started out by suggesting actual names, ones that would make him seem real manly and sexy. Names like Arnold, Gaston, and Enrique. I wasn't serious; I wouldn't be able to call him Gaston without singing "No one spits like Gaston....... And every last inch of him's covered in hair!" I also would be tempted to call him Ah-nold and to bite a sausage every time I said his name. The only problem with suggesting these names was that Brad just agreed to them. He didn't mind. Whatever I wanted to call him was fine with him. I thought I'd push the envelope by suggesting names that made ME want to barf just saying them. "Sugar Plum" "Sweetie Pie" "Honey Bear" any cliche lovey name. But again, whatever I suggested was just fine with him. I finally suggested that I call him muffin with an implied "stud". Of course he was fine with that. I began telling people how content he is with whatever I wanted and that is how the name really began to take off. I have several family members and some former co-workers who have refered to him as Muffin for so long that I'm sure some of them have forgotten what his real name even is.
So the point of this story is, if you got a wedding announcement and labeled our gift with one name, and then began reading my blog and I said I was married to someone else, don't worry. It is still the same person and you aren't alone in being confused as to what his name is. So if you aren't sure what to call him, you can always fall back on Muffin.
On a side note: I also love a good jiffy muffin........ or costco muffin...... or pretty much any kind of muffin.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Next week is a spirit week at the Jr high. Many of you know that in high school I was pretty involved and had lots of school spirit. So much in fact that I was voted "Most likely to paint her house orange and blue" in our senior yearbook. (Not because I am a Broncos fan but because those were our high schools colors.) As student teachers we are encouraged, but not required, to get involved at the school. I'm going to participate in the dress-up days but try not to look way better than all the middle schoolers. One of the days that we never really planned while I was in student government was Crazy Hair Day. I don't remember why we never had those, probably something to do with dress codes and such. But this Wednesday I will be trying to come up with a crazy hair-do that will get me a piece of candy at lunch. In honor of this upcoming event I am including a picture of my crazy hair. This photo was not taken on a dress up day..... This is really what my hair looked like until I was 12 years old. No, it didn't look this nasty all the time, but it really went to the back of my knees. This picture was taken right after a trip to the swimming pool so my hair was full of chlorine making it look a little shorter and all kinds of clumpy. So in honor of crazy hair day, I will allow you all to see this deep dark secret from my past.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Exactly one year ago from today, August 31st, Brad and I got engaged. When we got engaged people encouraged me to write the story down so that people could read it and I wouldn't have to tell the story every time people asked how it happened. I wrote it down, but not somewhere that people could read it so now I will retell the story so you can all smile at how cute my husband is and shake your heads at how dim I am.
Brad and I had decided to get married and had picked out a ring that I loved. Brad decided to check around for prices to make sure that we were getting a good deal. At that time Brad was still living in South Jordan at his parents house and I was up in Logan. School started and Brad told me the very first day that he had purchased the ring. I was kind of confused that he told me he had purchased it and I figured that maybe he wasn't planning a surprise since we had already discussed getting married. He told me that the jeweler was going to take 3 weeks to get the ring sized and ready. I was a little bummed that there would be no romantic surprise but was excited to know that he had purchased the ring. I knew that even if he was planning a surprise that now that I knew it was going to be 3 weeks that I would be so suspicious of everything he wanted to do just in case he was going to give me the ring.
Fast forward to that following Friday. Brad had a job that required him to work on the weekends. We were going home that weekend so he worked late Friday night to finish the job so we could leave Saturday morning. I sat at home Friday while Brad worked and watched TV and ate bonbons. Brad got home and called me at about 10:30 and told me that he had an assignment that he'd forgotten about that he needed to complete before we left town the next morning. He needed to go up to campus and he asked if I wanted to go with him. Even though I was feeling blah from just sitting around I thought it would be nice to get out of the house and be with him so I agreed to go up to campus while he did his homework. He was taking a study skills class and he told me the assignment was for that class. The assignment was to go to a USU landmark and write down all of the things that made that landmark important. It was to be like he was listening to a lecture and taking notes on the important parts. Brad had chosen the Amphitheater on campus as his landmark. I thought this was a silly choice and thought he should write about something like Old Main or the 'A' because those are more well known landmarks but it was his assignment so whatever. We went to the amphitheater and found a plaque that had the date it was built and who donated the money. Brad said he was going to write that down but he wanted to wander around first and "glean" as much important information as he could. The fresh air was finally waking me up and so we went to the stage and we searched in the dark for "important" things for Brad to write in his paper. As we walked around I began to notice how beautiful the amphitheater is. It overlooks the whole valley and it has a great view of the stars. I began to think, "in 2 weeks when my ring is done, Brad should bring me here to propose."
After we sat and talked and looked at the stars we finally went back to the plaque so Brad could write down what it said. He got out a piece of paper and pencil from his backpack. As he was writing he asked me to get a paper with the instructions for the assignment out of his backpack. I unzipped the pocket he told me, and there was no paper inside. There was however, a large wooden box. I was opening the box and saying "What the heck is this?" Before it finally hit me. It was my ring box. I looked at Brad and he just looked at me and laughed. He had made up the whole assignment. He squatted on one knee and asked me to marry him. I pushed him over and began to cry and laugh while I said yes.
In hindsight I realize that of course rings don't take 3 weeks to size and why else would he choose to take me to such a beautiful location. But I'm glad I didn't figure it out because it made the night so much more fun without me stressing out about what was going to happen.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
What is his name: Muffin
What is her name: Amy
How long have you been together: 1 year 5 months
How long did you date: 9 months
How old is he: 23
Who eats more: Depends on what we're eating. I eat more snacks that's for sure.
Who said I love you first: I asked him if I was to say that I loved him if that would be ok.
Who is taller: This is not even a contest when I'm in the mix.
Who sings better: Brad would say me, but I think he sings just fine.
Who is smarter: In what subject?
Who does the laundry: Brad does if I sort it and put it away.
Who pays the bills: He makes the money these days but I am the only one with checks.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed: Depends on the bed.
Who mows the lawn: The staff of the apartment complex.
Who cooks the dinner: Cook? What's that? We both stand in the kitchen while we heat up frozen food.
Who drives: Usually Brad
Who is more stubborn: About what? Neither of us really.... I don't know.
Who kissed who first: He kissed me on April fools day, but it wasn't a joke.
Who proposed: He did.
Who has more friends: Brad has millions of friends that he can access online at any time of the day or night......... I probably know more people face to face....
Who is more sensitive: Amy
Who has more siblings: We both have 3 siblings but he has one brother-in-law already so we'll say he does.
I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm not actually sure if anyone reads my blog...
Wow almost a whole week without a blog from me!? I must have actually been doing stuff. First off I would like to share some pictures from the activity I attended last Saturday.
That's right we attended Oktoberfest. Brad loves Bratwursts so the drive up to Snowbird was worth it for him and his dad. I had a good time eating my potato pancakes (read: hashbrowns) while we listened to some German music. Afterwards, we looked around at the booths selling handmade jewelry and clothing and watched a yo-yo champion.
When we were done wandering Brads family decided they wanted to go down the zipline. If any of my blog readers happened to be at 5th grade camp with me back in the day they might remember me sitting in a tree for a half an hour crying before someone finally pushed me out of the tree down the zipline. Another experience that my family member blog buddies may remember is a family reunion at Brighton Girls Camp where again I cried for a good amount of time before I finally went down the zipline. Well I decided I would go with the zipliners and face my fear. I clung to the handrail all the way up the tower but once I got to the top the ride workers told me they would give me 3 seconds to cry or wet myself. As they pushed me out the door the operator told me to aim for the grass if I fell. I didn't fall and I didn't cry or wet myself so all in all I'd say it was a good day.
So that was Saturday's activities. Sunday we went to our ward for the first time. It was strangely difficult to figure out where we were supposed to go to church, but we finally got it figured out. After that I drove to Logan and stayed with my aunt and uncle for a couple nights while I had orientation for student teaching. It was so weird seeing people that I wont be seeing all semester. I felt like everyone should be WAY super excited to see me because I don't even live there. The problem was that nobody knew I didn't live there. Since it was the first day of school many people were back from the summer and they weren't surprised to see another friend so I made sure to tell everyone how lucky they were to see me in Logan.
The orientation was pretty boring and I didn't feel I learned anything more than I'd already been told. The only thing that was any different was that they changed the teacher I'd be working with for student teaching. I was a little upset at first but now that I've met the new teacher I think I'll be just fine. When I got back from the orientation I went to the school and got things kind of figured out there. I don't just take the class over right away so I probably wont have any teaching stories real soon but I'm sure I'll post them as they come.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
J.R. in the tire of the monster bus.
This is the face J.R. had the entire time, he just stared straight ahead. This was right before his seatbelt broke and right before I got flung into the wall of the bus. It was a wild ride on the monster bus.
After the monster truck we went back to our apartment to play on the playground. J.R. had a blast playing with Brad on the shaky bridge.
While playing on the playground Brad told J.R. that he was a troll that ate kids that tried to go through the tunnel to the slide. J.R. laughed and giggled as he tried to get past the troll. Once he succeeded, he hurried down the slide and came running into my arms. Once he got there he cried, "Don't eat me Brad! You don't eat kids you eat food!" Oh man, it was so great. We had some great times on Saturday but I have to wait for pictures so part 2 will come as soon as they come.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
So before Brad and I left Logan we went to a movie with Ryan and Mel. When we got home there was a lovely note on my door typed in the newspaper clipping style font that said that if I ever wanted to see my husband again I would have to go to a park and do a headstand and then leave 10 different colored skittles on a bench. It was signed BARB. That's right Barb, someone (or 2 someones) is doing evil things and blaming you. Well my husband was standing right next to me so I knew the threats were idle. I said to him, "Do you want me to go do this so that I can see you again?" And he replied,"No those demands are unreasonable, you would have to buy several different bags of skittles to get 10 different flavors." And so I didn't.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
So thanks Scott and Jackie for enduring that line with us so that I could say I have seen one of the 25 original copies of the Declaration.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
After an hour of signing papers saying that we wont smoke on the property we finally got our keys. We were getting antsy worrying about our movers being out in the heat. Brads uncle and cousins had come to help move and so the adults were trying to keep the kids entertained so they told them to go up to the apartment and knock and tell the people we were ready to move in. They did and no one was surprised when they came back and said nobody answered. They were surprised however when the kids were playing up by the apartment and came back a few minutes later to tell the adults that the new apartment smelled like paint. It was sitting unlocked and they had just been waiting around meanwhile the kids had just been playing inside the empty apartment. So by the time we were done signing papers all our stuff was moved in. We've unpacked a lot but we still have a bunch to go. As soon as we're done I'll take pictures to post on here so everyone can see our great new apartment.
Thanks to everyone that helped and to everyone who asked if they could help even though we didn't use them! We have great friends and we look forward to making more great friends!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Oh and if you can figure out who DOES qualify for this housing I'd love to know because I don't see how newly-wed college students can be too rich but apparently I'm wrong.
Monday, August 4, 2008
This story is where bird reference number 2 comes in: The Wild Goose Chase. The day started early (cause the early bird gets the worms!) with a meeting with my academic adviser. I needed him to sign my graduation packet and he hasn't been on campus for a week so I had to wait until this morning to meet with him. I have to make sure that I see him today because if I wait until tomorrow I have to pay a $40 late fee on my packet.
Quick background story: I wouldn't have waited this long but you see, someone at the registrars office told me that I couldn't change my name after I had my packet and so I had to wait until after we went to Florida to change my name on my drivers license which means I couldn't even apply for my packet till I got home. When I finally get my name changed they tell me I have to talk to my minor department before I can apply for my application... well long runaround made short... when I finally get all this crap done the guy tells me "you know you could have taken care of all of that AFTER you had your packet."
SO I get to campus and my adviser signs everything and tells me I'm good to go! YAHOO! So I run over to the history department to get a signature from someone over there for my minor. There is one random teacher in her office so she just takes my word that I have the classes I need and signs my sheet. Wonderful! All before 9:30! So I'm thinking today is going to be fabulous. Well I go to turn in the packet and the girl is like "oops you need the Dean of your college to sign this." Like the Dean knows who I am and if I should be able to graduate. So I call the secretary and she tells me who I need to contact to get this signature. I go BACK to the education building and the secretary knows that packets are due tomorrow so she's got a big stack of them to get signed and she tells me that I can come back after noon to pick it up. I mention to her that I think my adviser has left a spot blank on the form. She looks at it and looks at me all confused. She says,"....... is this your second bachelors?" "No...." "Then your major isn't secondary education." WHAT THE CRAP! So apparently my adviser was going to let me graduate with a degree I couldn't have possibly earned........ So she fills out a change of major form and makes me go get it signed by my adviser (who by the way just nodded when I asked if this was right...... rrrrrrr) and she then staples it to my packet and says I'm good to go. Turns out I'm graduating with just a degree in Social Studies. This is the way I see it: I could have graduated a year ago and then taken all my education courses separate from everything and graduated with a second degree in Secondary Ed. I could be wrong but that's what it's looking like. Don't worry I made sure to ask if I can still teach. She laughed at me. It makes sense though because everyone else is a History major or an English major with an emphasis on secondary ed. But everything I've ever filled out has said my major was secondary ed. So I'm going to graduate but I have gone 4 years without knowing what my major is. So at about 1 I went and picked up my signed packet, filled out another sheet that nobody gave me before this, picked up another packet that nobody mentioned I needed, and then went to turn it in. Wouldn't you know it, I didn't have my check book and they don't take cards. Luckily they can post it to my account so I paid it online when I got home this afternoon, this was convenient actually because I had to pay tuition as well. (Killed 2 birds with one stone)
During my "downtime" while I waited to get my signed packet I decided to go get gas. I get to the pump and realize that Brad has my debit card in his wallet. I can't wait until this weekend when he gets his own debit card so we can stop switching my card around between the two of us! So I go back home and decide to call the apartment complex to see why they haven't gotten back to us yet. Last Monday when I called to check on things, they told me that everything was looking good, that they wouldn't have gotten this far if it wasn't looking like we would qualify, and that they should be finalizing our work that afternoon at 4:30 and would be letting us know if they had any questions and we could possibly move in earlier than the 9th! That was a week ago and we hadn't heard anything from them since. After a 5 minute wait she tells me "We came across some problems with your application and it looks like with your job and with Brad working full time you will make too much money so you are overqualified." (If you don't know we're moving into government subsidized housing so we have to be poor enough to live there.) My first question was "With my job?!" I wont have a job when we get there. In fact my last day was friday. It says so on the form. The form my boss faxed them said so too. In fact everything we've ever told them is "I WILL NOT HAVE A JOB." My next question was doesn't this qualify as something they should have let us know? They said they would call if they had any questions. So if they "came across some problems" doesn't that mean they should have called us to clarify or at least tell us they thought we didn't qualify. I point out to her that I can't work in Logan when I live in West Jordan and she says "oh you're right it does say that your last day is August 1st." Then she asks if I filled out the unemployment affidavit. Of course not, nobody told me about something like that even though I've been telling them all along I wont have a job. So she makes me fill out something and fax it to her saying that I wont have a job. I decided to just spell out our life plan for them in an attached memo. I even broke down our calculations for our expected income so that they could stop guessing and just know what is going on. Brad and I are getting really frustrated with the whole process. We've both decided that if we don't get into this housing that we'll survive and life will go on but we just want to know! We're packing up and leaving Logan on Saturday no matter where we end up staying but it's looking more and more like we'll be crashing at Brad's parents house for at least a little while until this all gets straightened out.
So my last frustrating story is that I tried to get my prescription refilled on Saturday but they couldn't fill it because they couldn't call USU's pharmacy to transfer the prescription. The USU pharmacy is only open from 11 till 1 during the summer so I had to rush in today between everything and it turns out they don't have any of my pills. So the guy transfered my information down to walmart so I could get it there.
So we still don't know where we're going to live, but at least I'll be medicated and on my way to graduation when we get there.