"Daily Affirmation"

Saw this on Bailey Bowthorpe's Blog. Wish I had this attitude more often!

Dumpster Dilemma

So here's the thing. I don't know why I keep doing these things to myself, but some how I manage on a daily basis to live up to my nick name of Struggle Buddy (thanks to my darling husband whom I adore and appreciate. We're so happy.) 

Today's story begins when I was being such a good wife and doing the dishes. A little background for you, I work from home so my paychecks come via mail. Well, I've been waiting on a rather fat check to come which happened to be sent to my parents this week instead of our apartment. While I was at my parents, I didn't have my purse and made the mistake of sticking the fat check into a random grocery back I was carrying. Red flag No. 1. That should have caught my attention but it didn't. So back to the dishes (ps. this is like 3 days after that) while I'm scrubbing away I realize that I THREW THAT BAG AWAY yesterday....and john took out the garbage yesterday (just playing our roles of dutiful husband and wife, don't mind us.)


Panicing, I call John to break the news that I just threw away a month's worth of income. Instead of yelling at me he just started laughing. Is this a hint? He was probably wondering can my wife really be that dumb. well, yes. I can as a matter of fact. Then he told me to go check the big dumpster out back. Again, laughing he said "and you might have to climb into it".


Well that's just what I did. I walked right up to that dumpster and saw our particular bag. with my hands on the side of it I had to do a quick "shifty eye" surveillance to make sure no one was watching and trying to look completely normal like jumping in dumpsters is something I do often, I hoisted my self up and fell right in. Let me tell you the smell was horrid.


I got the check and felt all victorious and then realized that the foot grip I used on the outside of the dump was not on the inside. annnnd it's about up to my shoulders. Great. So i was stuck jumping and jumping trying to get out praying that someone wouldn't drive by and wonder what in the world I was doing. Yes I survived and finally got out but not with out gross black goo all down my arms and front. NASTY. Don't think i'll be taking a trip to the dumpster any time soon. Just saying...

the little things...

PEDICURES! Are the best thing in life, I swear. If you're ever having a bad day just go get a pedicure. It doesn't even matter if it's a cheep-o one or a luxurious one. Even husbands would enjoy this! If they are man enough to walk in and sit down that is...

Anyway. I have this awesome friend who gave me this wonderful pedicure today. I don't know what else in this world makes me as warm and fuzzy as a pedicure does. Ok lots of things but you get the picture...you're fine.

Things on my mind today
1. Taxes.
2. How much school sucks
3. BYU wining. hate that.
4. MEXICO HERE WE COME. Soooo ready.
5. Apparently I really like punctuation today...

ps. The toenail polish is dark purple, not black. Haven't branched out that far just yet...

Struggle Buddy.

Here's the thing. I struggle. Mostly all the time in different aspects of my life, but the one I'm writing about today is about blogging. I'll admit, I l.o.v.e. reading everyone else's and getting inspired and feeling all less than adequate but i just hate actually posting! It's like there's way too much to talk about, or there is nothing. Mainly I'm posting today because I got a "come to jesus" talk from my bestest friend brewer. who is now just Em. I promise to try harder to be a blogger and let you all (you all...haha like two people read this. whatever.) know about my ever so interesting life.


ps. John coined my nick-name as struggle buddy. He even has a song about it. 

I'm a cry baby.

Yes, it's true and totally embarrassing. (to those of you who are shaking your heads thinking what a loser, or her life sucks, or glad that's not me, you're all little liars because you know that it IS you. there's a cry baby in all of us...mine just tends to come out and play more often than most.)

In fact I have a recent and funny story. A story that wasn't so funny two days ago, but somehow is totally hilarious now. I was having an awful day. By awful I mean, running late, PMS, homework due, missed my bus, feeling fat awful. and mind you, this was all by nine forty in the morning. Not a great start. well anyway so the class i have in the early dawn is water aerobics. Yes, you heard me correctly. Not regular aerobics, yoga or pilates...WATER aerobics. or you may best know it by grandma exercise. I thought it'd be fun. definitely a result of one of those spur of the moment decisions. oh and the best part? I dragged my freshman sister Jess into it too. I'm a gem. (she's a gem banister.)

Part I: So picture this. Me, wet swimsuit under old ratty exercise clothes, upset and headed off to commuter services to get my parking pass. cute huh? at commuter services i wait in a line about thirty min long. I was there to pick up my pass and a pass for my sister. Well a little background...John and i share a car (we're going green. oh wait. we're just poor) and we take an institute class together. so when the teacher asked if we both needed a pass, we said "no, we only have one car" so the teacher wrote JOHN HANKS on the card and handed it to us. Well this ended up screwing everything. So to make a long story short the snotty 40 year old (or plus) ronch of a woman sitting behind the desk wouldn't give me a pass because the card had JOHN's name on it and not mine. even though he is my husband and even though i signed it and put MY u of u ID number on there. Oh and the best part? SHE GAVE ME A PASS FOR MY SISTER WHO WASN'T EVEN THERE. but she wouldnt' give me a pass for my own car. hooker. and things got a little heated between us arguing so she even took me into her back room. yep. like the principals office or something. What am i in third grade? UGH!

Part II: Picture this. Me still wet swimsuit under now wet clothes. marching over to the institute to get ANOTHER card. totally pissed. Well I got to the institute and of course it was a hassle to even get another card. These sweet institute ladies were even giving me a hard time! What a rotten day. So, it came. It bubbled up and had to be let out. I started bawling right in the middle of the institute. Bawling. the kind of crying that makes you choke and make weird noises. (how I was praying someone I knew wouldn't walk by...) so the ladies felt bad for me and finally gave me a card. but the best part? The sweet little lady came out from behind her desk to give me a hug and bring me a cookie. Holy crap. don't you love being a mormon? anyway, that just made me cry harder and she started rubbing my back while hugging me. I think that I am officially five years old and staying that way. There I was, bawling holding a cookie and getting a hug from a grandma. Needless to say I did end up FINALLY getting my parking pass. And the best part? The hug and cookie actually made me feel better. Thank you Sister Institute.

#1 Pet Peeve.

When the cougars win. Period.

Mawridge is wat bwrings us hewre togeder today

There are a million things to say about the last five months, but i'll have to be content with some pictures. Blogging is like journaling. The more you try and wait to catch up, the more happens. So here is my big fat attempt to recap the last five months and move forward in faith. What? I don't know. My husband has only been home for like 13 months so we're really spiritual over here. Actually he's just sitting here watching me, telling me which pictures he looks good in. So here it is. an actual post. (Yes, em this one's for you.) It's long but you'll get over it.

Where's Waldo, 101.

John's first parade. It was a big day.

Dear Emily and Mike, Thank you for making us get out and actually do something with our lives. Here we have our first attempt at camping. Of course, I forgot the stakes to our tent. Struggle buddy.

Yes, we're so proud of John. He can count to ten AND sing his ABC's!

Boys Vs. Girls. Somehow water weenies make you laugh. How this works I have no idea because without fail someone gets hurt every time. But they are one of those classic things from your childhood you don't let go of

Before.

After. Somebody's wittle face was stinging.

John and I concluded that since he can grow a real beard, he

is a real man. And actually, against my better judgement, I think

he'd look smokin with a go-tee. Is that how you spell it?

Becca's mission call. Houston Texas baby! How I'll miss thee...let me

count the ways.

Back in DC visiting Meg.

I went to Baltimore for a leadership conference (cause I'm really involved and outgoing, which

John just loves about me.) And who would have thought that Baltimore

would be one of my new favorite places! Did you know that Baltimore was where

Francis Scott Key wrote our national anthem?! My real favorite part about this trip was when we went out on the town and got drunk and danced on a bar. Ok omit the drunk part.

But we did manage to get a shout out from the DJ and dance on the bar.

I'm cool.

You're jealous.