So today Jed and I went shopping. After receiving some birthday money, I decided I would split it with Jed and we could both get some badly needed clothes!
Jed said no... he wanted me to spend it all.
This is what we got:
Joint-- 1 set of flannel sheets ON SALE.
Adrianne-- 3 pairs of jeans... all on sale, one of which was only $2.
Jed-- 3 Polos, 7 T-shirts, 1 pair of jeans, and 1 pair of orange Nike cleats for football.
(a.k.a. Jed spent most of the money... but that's ok. He hasn't had new clothes in over 3 years)
We rock! ANNNND we didn't even spend that much money!
So this morning when my alarm went off... it literally felt like I'd fallen asleep 2 minutes before. I guess i slept really well because I didn't wake up at all during the entire night.
All I wanna do is stay in bed with my husband and sleep for a few more hours.
p.s. When I was laying in bed half asleep for the 15 minutes following the alarm, Jed was rubbing his toes against the bottom of my foot. It was really cute.
So yesterday, I was listening to the radio during my long commute to work (like 5 min) and the show was asking people to call in about the weird things they do that might cause them to be considered crazy. After the person calling in would share their story, the radio people would play this song. It was making me laugh. Anyway, it got me thinking... what do I do that makes me sound crazy?
1. I know everyone knows this, but I swish my feet so bad every night while in bed trying to fall asleep. It seriously annoys Jed, and it has sent both of us to the couch a time or two (so Jed could sleep). I don't know how it started or where it came from, but I've been doing it since forever, so I think it has something to do with the womb.
2. Maybe this is kind of normal, but when I get an exciting idea... I spend hours awake at night thinking about it. The other day, I was thinking about something really exciting that I wanted to do, and I could not fall asleep until like 2am (and I went to bed at 11:30). This happened a lot during the Christmas season when I would finally think of the perfect gift for someone (=no sleep). I think it's crazy.
3. I hold my pencils weird. My dad used to always tell me I held writing things wrong, and I'd buy those finger-placer pad things your slide onto your pencil, but it didn't help. I still hold things like a weirdo. (the pencil is balanced between the two upper nuckles on my middle finger and the spot in-between my thumb and pointer... does that make sense)?
4. I talk to myself when I'm alone.
5. I can control my dreams.
Ok... so maybe those aren't THAT crazy, but I want to know what you do! So.... what makes you crazy?
Last year, Just Jed and I were in in ID for Grandpa Hansen's funeral, which was on Valentine's day. We still celebrated Birthentine's by going to dinner and hanging out with family. Despite what Jed might think, it was a good Birthentine's.
This year year, however, Birthentine's was AMAZING! Saturday afternoon, I worked at the bridal fair, and it was wonderful! We helped a lot of brides, and made several orders. I had a lot of fun! Deysi, Meaghan, Corin in our booth!
Saturday night, Jed and I went to a japanese streakhouse! It was really good, and our chef out on a great show and made us all laugh. We even got sushi, and it was wonderful!
Sunday morning, Jed let me open my presents. The first is a coupon for a haircut/color! Yayy... it's been too long!
The second was a BIG box, and I was kind of scared to open it, so Jed did! I screamed! and then started crying. Jed got the sewing machine I've been ogling for almost a year. I didn't even ask for it! And he got me pink accessories to go with it, and a cutting mat! I am so thankful for a caring husband who think about my wants as well as my needs! He definitely spoiled me, and I don't deserve it! My cute husband! House decoration Jordan got me and my new sewing machine!
We also taught our Sunday school class and handed out cute valentines.
In the evening, Jordan, Mike, and the boys came over! I have missed them so much, and it was great to see them! Jordan is looking pregnant and cute now, and that makes me suuuuuuper happy! They brought a nice gift, but the best part was just seeing their faces and seeing my boys play and laugh with Jed!
This is the awesome sweater my mom sent me for my birthday. She was completely and utterly serious. Overall, it was a fabulous day! Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes and thoughts! I am so thankful for such caring friends and family!
I feel like society values busyness. Being busy shows that you are important. You have things to do. People rely on you. When I was single, I'd stay home sometimes on the weekends just to be alone. Everyone thought I was crazy for leaving my Friday nights open. Think about it... people WANT to be busy. People like feeling like they have places to go and people to see.
These last couple of weeks have been the busiest since my high school days (I used to wake up at 4am, go to swim practice, go to seminary at 5, go to school from 7:15-2:15, go to swim practice until 4:30, go to work from 5-10:30, do homework. Go to bed after midnight). Jed and I have only spent like 3 out of 14 evenings together. Luckily, we do get an hour lunch together everyday, but usually we're making lunch, studying, and watching one of our many TV shows during that time.
Ok. So my point is, I'm busy. REALLY busy. And I don't even need to go into everything I'm doing because I already have on here, but the fact is... I don't like it. I don't like running from place to place, thinking about the entire day ahead when I wake up, and I really hate planning (as in writing in my planner) every hour of the evening and how/when I will get my homework and studying done.
While each of my activities bring a certain "thing"-- a "good thing"-- to my life, I would gladly sit at home with the hubs every night and have no life.
As many of you know, I have had the same job for the last 3 years.. almost. For a campus job that pays pretty much nothing, that is quite an accomplishment. I know... pretty much everything there is to know about my little area of the building. A job for two people has been turned into a job for one--Me-- because I have become so efficient doing what I do (pardon me for sounding cocky here), however...
every single full-time employee I deal with thinks I am stupid. I don't know what it is about BYU faculty, but most of the people I come in contact with (besides Kurt and student faculty)are rude and looooove talking down to student employees. To make matters worse, my boss gladly sides with any disgruntled customer.... something to do with the customer always being right. When one complaint comes in, he posts signs everywhere trying to fix he the problem. He uses BOLD words and underlines words he hopes will make us do better. I just take them down because he never takes the time to learn the real story or to explain things in a kindly manner. Never do I hear a "job well done!" or a "wow! you finished that fast!"... just "do this next time".. "this is wrong,"... "someone called me upset about this..." blah blah blah. Aren't these people supposed to be our examples? All I'm learning is to throw my employees under the bus so I can look better, complain viciously with every inconvenience and talk down to anyone younger than me. All I have to say is that campus jobs are nothing to get upset over. If a job is actually important, BYU will hire a full-time "grown-up" to do the job. It irritates me that everyone here thinks that a letter sent first class instead of presort or a piece of campus mail being sent to the wrong place is the end of the world. Am I the only one in reality? IT. DOES. NOT. MATTER. Campus jobs are a joke, and I'm just trying to survive mine long enough to pay rent.
Hopefully I can find a job where I am valued and where my hard work is acknowledged by more than a package of stale cookies here and there.
Yesterday, in my Strengthening Families and Marriage (through studying the Family: A Proclamation to the world), we talked about fathers.
and we read a story (courtesy of Sports Illustrated): "I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay For their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.
But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.
Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in Marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a Wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and Pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.
Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back Mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. On a bike. Makes Taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?
And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life. This love story began in Winchester , Mass. , 43 years ago, when Rick Was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him Brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.
"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him And his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an Institution.''
But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes Followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the Engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was Anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.''
"Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a Lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed Him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his Head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the School organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want To do that.''
Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran More than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he Tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore For two weeks.''
That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, It felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''
And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly Shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.
``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a Single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few Years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then They found a way to get into the race Officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the Qualifying time for Boston the following year.
Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''
How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he Was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick Tried.
Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii . It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud Getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you Think?
Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with A cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.
This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best Time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world Record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to Be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the Time.
``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.''
And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a Mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries Was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' One doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.
Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass. , always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.
That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.
``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.''
We watched this video:
There wasn't one dry eye in the entire class... and that includes me.
I am so grateful for the many acts of service my father has done for me. I'm so grateful I was able to marry someone I know will be a GREAT father!
I don't know why, but I have been reverting back to my high school love of Hip Hop lately... hence the new playlist down there....
Rhianna is like.. my new fav! And I'm warming up to Chris Brown's newest album... Not quite as good as Exclusive, but I like it.
Last night was my first night of preparing real people's taxes with VITA. In 3 hours, I only completed 2 forms, but each one only took about 30 min. Both of them ended up with a return over $2,000... I knew they could use this, so it made me really happy. And then I got made fun of for doing this "for fun." P.S. I helped a CRAZY lady. I'll just leave it at that.
This week has been so unbelievably crazy. Between now and midnight tomorrow, I still have to turn in 3 papers. That's on top of the 3 I've already done, and trying to study for 3 tests early next week.
The business is going well! The orders are coming in... hopefully they'll keep coming. Our website is getting better every day, and I'm so happy with how our photo shoot went. Anne Pearson is the bomb! Oh, and for anyone interested in booking her for a wedding, if you mention the bridal fair when you book (as in SOON), she'll give you a FREE engagement session! Now, that's a deal!
Lost started this week... LOVE that show. Completely lost though...
