Eat, Drink and Be Merry, For Tonight is a School Night

Guess what today is?  A school night.  In my spare minutes today, I've been filling my day planner with all the assignments, quizzes, exams and final projects that are in my future.  I'm not overwhelmed just yet.  I'll wait until I actually start doing homework and realizing JUST how much I have on my plate.  The key is to just stay organized.  And also to hide some emergency chocolate somewhere in my house for when all hope seems lost.

I wish I could say that I'm starting the semester off with a fresh and rested mind, but I cannot.  Working six days a weeks, taking summer classes, working out, and trying to stay on top of meal planning, cooking and housework has left me feeling just...tired.  My boss asked me if I was grumpy today; I hadn't realized I hadn't been really talking to anybody all morning.  It's all just catching up to me.  Thankfully it's Labor Day weekend and I will get three days off work.  But I'm pretty sure we are going dirt biking with my family, so it still might not be the most relaxing weekend.  But I will take it!

Saturday I worked until about 2, I got home and ran four miles, showered and got ready and went to Provo with Landon to meet up with my dad and step mom for sushi and Comedy Sportz.  Sushi is mine and Landon's favorite cheat meal these last few weeks and we have literally gotten it once a week since we started our diet.  We were really early to Comedy Sportz, so we walked around Downtown Provo for about an hour before we went to the show.  It was a beautiful evening and it was nice to enjoy the perfect weather and walk off the six rolls of sushi we inhaled.
Comedy Sportz was, as usual, side-splitting.  I swear, Landon never laughs as hard at anything else as  he does there.  If any of you are ever looking for the best entertainment in Provo on a weekend, go there.  

We got home late and pretty much went straight to bed because we had another packed day ahead of us.  Sunday morning, Landon and I got up early and I made him go for a run with me.  There is a park up the road from us that has a mile long loop and has different work out stations scattered along it.  There is this metal bar to stretch on, on that you have to jump over back and forth, a push-up bar, a gate to climb up and over, pull-up bars, and a slanted sit-up bench.  My plan was to do the loop three times, though I didn't tell Landon that until we got there.  He ran through it twice with me and took it easy on the third round and it made me SO HAPPY to have a buddy to run with.  I'm usually the lone wolf with anything exercise related because I don't really have friends who live near me and Landon doesn't get home from work until hours after I do.  So yeah, I had a blast to have him to run with.

Later that afternoon, we met up with my mom and brother and sister to walk through Park Silly Sunday Market again.  They were so jealous after we went last week.  I didn't buy anything this time, but I finally took pictures of the Good Night Moon journal I bought.  I'm still so dazzled by it.
I don't even know what I would write in it, but it's sitting on my night stand in my bedroom just beaming with nostalgia for me.

Speaking of my bedroom-after Park Silly, we all came back to our house to finally add a little decor to my room!  My mom found this gorgeous mirror on sale, and I've literally been wanting a floor length mirror ever since I've been married, but dog, those things are expensive!  I've got a little bundle of cash stashed away, though, and she found a killer deal on one for me, so she brought it up along with a new comforter and some shelves she wanted to get rid of.  We rearranged some furnitures in the room, brought a plant upstairs, hung the shelf and put up another mirror and some lighted letters. Oh, and I found the coolest pillow of all time with sequins that are blue and green one way, but if you run your hand against them, the flip over and are black on the other side.  Its magical and I love it.

I want to get a few more pillow and some more wall hangings in the future, but for now, I'm absolutely in love with the vibe.  All I want to do is go curl up in bed with a book.  It's a good thing my mom has an eye for decorating, because I do not.  She envisioned and brought to life my entire wedding and continues to do the same for me as I continue through life without an interior decorating bone in my body. You should see what she did for my kitchen and dining area a few weeks ago; it's incredible.

Anyway, that was my weekend.  So, so busy and I'm looking forward to getting a few days off in a row this weekend before we go to the night shift and working 7 nights a week.  And now with 500% more homework involved!  I'll rest when I'm dead, people.


//Currently//

Watching//  Now that the Olympics are over and Landon and I destroyed the entire first season of Stranger Things in two nights? I'm pretty much back to watching Bachelor in Paradise (kill me) or Landon playing Fall Out while I scroll through Pinterest.

Reading// an overwhelmingly large stack of magazines that grows every time Landon goes to the mailbox.  I don't know who did it or how it happened, but someone has subscribed me to a couple different quality magazines including, but not limited to People, Health, and Runner's.  And then Sunny gives me her copies of Cosmo when she is done reading them.  So like, they are good magazines and I feel guilty if I don't read them, but they WON'T. STOP. COMING.

Listening// to early 00's on Spotify and more podcasts than I should have subscribed to including but also not limited to My Brother, My Brother And Me, Dear Hank and John, Unattended Consequences (done by my favorite author, but all they talk about are video games, I swear, and I don't relate to it at all and yet I continue to listen), Jenna & Julien Podcast, and Rose Buddies.  Rose Buddies is one of the brothers from MBMBAM and his wife and they recap episode of the Bachelor/ette and right now Bachelor in Paradise.  And that podcast is the sole reason I'm even watching BIP right now, because they are hilarious despite that show being utter garbage.  OH- and as of Sunday, anticipating incoming eps of Not Too Deep with Grace Helbig; thank you Jesus.

Cleaning// MY ENTIRE HOUSE.  Landon and I have basically got it spotless all the way down to the baseboards.  Tonight I want to dust some bedroom furniture in our spare bedrooms, and get rid of some shoes and hoodies I don't wear anymore, but other than that- our house is basically a model home. AND IT FEELS INCREDIBLE.

Eating// An unbelievably repetitive diet for the past 3 1/2 weeks.  Consisting of whole wheat Cheerios for breakfast, grilled chicken, cucumbers, tomatoes, and a sugar-free jello cup for lunch, a cup of mixed berries for a snack, and a small steak and mixed salad for dinner.  I throw in a protein shake on strength training days and usually go to town on the cheerios again after a long run, but other than that I stick pretty religiously to the diet.  I think I'll go into detail about this diet, how I found it, why I decided to do it, and what I've learned from it in another post because I have a lot more thoughts I want to spew out on this subject.  I regret using the term "spew out" back there.  It's not a bad diet, it's just like I said, repetitive.  I have lost 9 lbs though, and I'm feeling good.

Working Out// Still doing Kayla Itsines BBG program because I love it.  This summer has been so crazy, that I've basically just been doing that and then running a couple miles every other day, but now that things are about to start winding down and I'm not working two hours from home anymore I've been adding miles and more strength training after BBG.  My legs haven't been as sore as they are right now in months and it is awesome.  Trying to sit down on the toilet is awesome.

Dreaming About// I said it a couple posts back, but WINTER.  I want snow so badly!! I want to devote Saturdays to snowboarding and cold, snow runs.  It's not far off; yesterday was only in the 70's here and it was BEAUTIFUL.  The best part of the year is just around the corner! *praise hands*

Thinking About// writing a book.  Is that weird?  I feel like that's weird.

Missing// My best friend, Jenessa, who is in Italy without me, Taco Bell, and Saturday adventures in the mountains.



Bountiful Sprint Triathlon

I've had a stressful morning- the first thing I saw when I opened my laptop was breaking news from Times saying there was a massive earthquake in central Italy this morning.  Which is heart breaking and terrifying by itself, but even more so because my best friends is IN ITALY BY HERSELF AT THIS VERY MOMENT.  I knew she was about an hour train ride away from Rome, but I didn't know in what direction, and I knew that the earthquake happened about 85 miles east of Rome.  For all I knew, she was in the middle of it.  I tried calling her and I got a weird beeping sound, I sent her multiple messages and snapchats; anything I could think of to get a response from her.  I texted her mom, scoured her Facebook and instagram- anything for a clue of where she was.  About 10 minutes later, she snap chatted me back saying, "I'm alive.  But other people are not. :("  Which was so sad, but such a relief.  Turns out she is about an hour outside of that town that was hit also.  So she is safe and sound, but I'm still sending prayers up for the people in Italy. <3

I'm still shaking.

I originally sat down to tell you guys about the triathlon I ran a couple weeks ago with my dad!  And this might be such a contrast from how I started this post, but I need to focus my mind on something else so I can calm down for a second.  My dad and I made a bucket list of things we wanted to do this year, and a triathlon was on this list.  My dad has done the Bountiful Sprint Triathlon for the past couple years and we figured it would be the perfect one to do together.  There are a few different versions of triathlons that vary in length and order.  This particular race was a sprint, meaning it was the shortest of all the versions; it was also a reverse, so it started with the run portion and ended with the swim.  It was a 5k run, an 11(ish- my GPS said 12) mile bike ride, and a 350 meter swim, so really it wasn't anything too extreme.  I didn't train for it, like, at all.  I mean, I've been running, so I was good there, but this was my first time ever even riding a road bike, and I've never swam in a race either.  Our goal was to cross the finish line in an hour and a half.

Now, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, I've worked every Saturday this month.  I was not aware, however, that I was working this particular Saturday until mid-morning on Friday.  I low-key panicked for about twenty minutes because I had already promised my dad we would do it together.  I  made a bunch of phone calls figuring out when it started and how long it usually took and then sheepishly asked my boss if I could come in a couple hours late the next morning so I could do the race.  To which he happily told me would be fine, so I was in the clear.  I slept at my mom's that night and was up bright and early to meet my dad at the starting line about 45 minutes before it started so I could try out the bike he had for me and also to get our stuff all set up.

It was a beautiful morning; perfect for a race.  My dad and I agreed to stick together and just have fun with it.  I was anticipating him to be substantially faster than me in every leg, but I will proudly say I paced him in the run portion.  He did just get back from a cruise though, and we all know how running goes after a week of cruise life.  The biking portion and swimming portion though we stayed together perfectly.  He was actually so great cause when we were biking he would stay right in front of me to cut down wind resistance.  I mean, I wasn't dying or anything, I was keeping up with him, but it was nice to have that advantage.

We burned through the run and the biking in just over an hour.  We parked our bikes, stripped down to our swimming suits, and ran bare foot across the parking lot over to the pool.  Now, I ran and biked my butt off; when I jumped off the bike I was a little caught off guard with how jello-y my legs felt.  I think I even exclaimed, "Woah! My legs are rubber!" and had to catch my self a little bit.  Between that and being utterly out of breath from the race in general, I should have anticipated the swim to be harder than I was expecting it.  I mean, I'm not trying to brag, but I'm a pretty decent swimmer; I always have been.  But I jumped in that pool and was completely shocked by how little my legs were doing for me. I surfaced absolutely gasping for air, oh, and my goggles wouldn't seal on my face, so I just ended up ditching those at the get go.  The first five seconds in the water though, the thought entered my mind, "Oh, this is what drowning feels like."  Luckily, even in that state, I remained calm, and just floated onto my back and did a back stroke until I was able to catch my breath and let my legs get adjusted.  350 meters in that pool ended up being 14 times back and forth and when I jumped out of the water and ran across the finish line the my time was 1:23:40.  Which- I was all about.  We beat our original goal of 1:30 and I get a weird satisfaction when numbers line up in order like that.  My dad's was even better, he crossed at 1:23:45!  Here is our before and after!
When we decided we were going to do this race, I figured we'd do it, maybe go grab some breakfast and hang out for a bit.  But those plans changed when work came a-calling.  So instead, I grabbed a banana and a muffin, threw my shorts and shirt on over my wet swimming suit, gave my dad a hug and drove straight to work soppin' wet.

I got to work only about an hour and forty five minutes late, and it was easy to get everything caught up and moving.  I was so thankful my boss let me have the morning to do that with my dad, though.  I work with really awesome people and we always try to make sure we can do things like that.  It's so great.

That race was so much fun though!  It was such a different experience from other runs I've done, and I loved the variety of events.  There is another sprint tri this fall at Weber State that I want Landon to do with us.  I don't know if he will have a chance to train for the whole thing, but we could even do it as a relay and that would be so fun!  And who knows, maybe one day I will do an Olympic triathlon, or even a Half Iron Man.  Baby steps, people.

Snapchat V. Real Life


You know what I'm excited for? Winter. Snow. Cold air. Slow work days.

I just had to say that.

This summer has been INSANE.  Especially the last couple months and especially, especially the last few weeks.  I've been working 6 days a week for the last month, and I am worn (clap) out (clap).  I've hardly been in the pool, I haven't been dirt biking with Landon in weeks, and sleeping in on the weekends is a thing of the past.

So yeah, I'm pretty much done with summer.

Thankfully, I'm starting to see little bits of oranges and reds starting to speckle the mountain sides.  Autumn is coming.  And with it comes Fall semester. Dun, dun, duuuuunnnnn.  I took two classes this summer and managed to pull off my second 4.0 in a row (self five), but this next semester might break my streak.  I'm taking another 5 classes and if you go back a couple months in this blog, you'll be reminded of how well I handled that last time.  PRAY FOR ME.  I just want to graduate as soon and I possibly can.  I just want to be done.

I've got a week in between semesters and I'm using it highly to our advantage to get our house deep cleaned before all Hell breaks loose.  Every night in my planner this week has detailed chores and can I tell you how much Landon loves  it?

He doesn't.

But he is a trooper and is putting his shoulder to the wheel and helping me get it done. We actually got a lot more done last night that I even scheduled for us, so if we keep it up at that pace, we will have a free and easy weekend.  Well, he will.  I'll be working.

We have been making the most of our Sundays, though.  This Sunday we went to the Park Silly Farmer's Market.  Park City is extremely dog-friendly, so we brought Josh along with us.  He's never been to anything like that before and to say he was experiencing some sensory-overload would be an understatement.
 He really had a great time, though.  He doesn't get out much, so this was quite the adventure for him.

I scored in the purchases department.  I bought this journal (surprise, surprise) made from the children's book Goodnight Moon.  Please tell me you guys remember that one.  It was my favorite when I was a wee babe, and I had the entire thing memorized.  So this little shop re-binds them with a bunch of paper in-between the pages of the book, so like, you have the book, but it's also this super neat journal.  I'll post pictures later, you'll die.

I also bought myself a new silver ring from a guy who I bought an ear cuff from last year at the market.  I love his stuff; it's so simple and elegant.  Seriously, there are so many treasures in this farmer's market.  It's my favorite one I've ever been to.  Oh, and of course I got my chocolate dipped banana, and Landon found his new love with that pina colada in the pineapple up there.  Don't be surprised when we are back there this Sunday.

Also, can we talk about this look I'm rocking in those photos?  Because listen, I worked really hard on it.  I took myself shopping Saturday evening because Landon was out dirt biking with our friend and I didn't want to sit home all alone all night.  I figured I'd treat myself since I've managed to lose 9 or so lbs these last couple weeks and also because, dude, I got two 4.0's in a row! That never happens to me.  I had only been in the mall a couple minutes when I passed one of those sunglasses kiosks and  I saw those glasses and they reminded me of my favorite snapchat filter and I knew that was the look I needed to recreate.  I'm not usually one to put a whole look together, but I think you guys will agree that I totally nailed it.



And the chokers were a nice touch.  Still can't believe I paid more than 25 cents for them, though.  I swear I had 27 of them back in the 90's.  Landon still won't admit that he thinks I look ridiculous.  He keeps saying I am the "cutest", but says it in the same tone people use when they're talking about my dog Josh.

Except that he really is the cutest. Right guys?
Right??

Caught with my Pants Down

It was my birthday last week!!  I remember all growing up thinking that adults were out of their minds for not being excited about their birthdays, but I kind of felt it last week.  It completely snuck up on my and I realize that being 26 isn't even remotely "old", but I wasn't stoked to jump the fence to the other side of 25 if I'm being totally honest.  It was just a passing thought in my mind on Wednesday morning as I took my joint-cushioning supplements for my achy knees.  But moments later was slathering acne medication all over my teenager troll face and I yelling, "HOW OLD AM I REALLY?"

The jury is out on this one folks.

I'm definitely not old enough to think things through all the way, though; I can tell you that much.

You know this is heading towards a story, right? Good. 

Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays (sometimes) are my running days.  It was 90 degrees last Tuesday and I decided I would go for a trail run instead of my usual route around town.  My reasoning behind it was that there would be much more tree cover and I wouldn't be so hot.  Which, was true about a mile into the run.  I usually mountain bike this particular trail, so my brain was calculating time and distance from a bike's point of view and I was hot and tired running up that first mile into the hills.  There weren't any clouds and the incline was steeper than I remember, so I was chugging the water from my Camelbak like crazy.  Once I got into the trees things got a lot nicer.  It was cooler, it smells amazing, the trail levels out and varies in climbs and descents, it's great.  For some reason, though, I thought the loop I was on was only around 3 miles long; it wasn't.  And I realized that when I hit 3 miles and was still high up on the mountain side.  An extra two miles really isn't a big deal for me, that's not what was starting to worry me.  What was starting to worry me was that I still had two miles to go and I really had to pee.  It was all downhill the rest of the way though, so I pressed on while I told myself I'd be to a bathroom in no time.

Well, the downhill did make me go faster, but it also was bouncing my bladder much more aggressively.  I had about 3/4 of a mile left when I was like, whatever, I'm just going to go here.  I'm no stranger to peeing outside; I'm actually quite good at it.  What I didn't want to do was climb off the trail into the thick brush to squat down and go.  I had been on the trail for over four miles and I hadn't seen anyone the entire time, so I figured I'd just step on the trail about a foot and go real quick.  Once I had drained the ol' bladder, I was about to stand up and go on my way when I happened to look downhill and to my dismay made extremely uncomfortable eye contact with an old man hiking up the trail.  I froze in the squatting position like a deer peeing in the headlights, shorts and underwear STILL around my ankles, before my instincts kicked in and I jumped up.  I pulled my shorts up and I took off back up the mountain, hoping beyond all hope that I wouldn't have to interact with this human who just witnessed me in the most vulnerable position ever.  After about 30 seconds of a pure adrenaline-induced sprint UP HILL, I realized I wasn't not going to be able to run like that the entire 4 miles back.  I was too tired and my knees were starting to hurt (curse them)!  I made a split second decision and dove off into the thick brush and army crawled under the branches and through the mud until I was sure that I was out of sight.  I stayed crouched to the ground and tried to keep my breathing as quiet as possible.  Just as I could hear the old man approaching, my mom started to call me on my phone and I scrambled to answer it.  "....Hello?" I whispered to her, "What are you doing?"  She asked me.  "I'm hiding."  I'm sure it sounded like I was in a horror movie or something.  Especially because I went silent after that because the old man was walking past me at that moment.  I stayed frozen and quiet for a few more seconds until I explained to my mother that I was hiding because an old man caught me peeing off the trail.  She laughed at me uncontrollably and I tried to keep my laughter quiet as I crawled out of the trees.  I was bleeding and covered in mud, but at least I was safe to continue on my way back down the trail.  And at least I didn't have to pee anymore.

I'm sure my mother is proud of me.

I'm the Worst Wife

I continue to put off blogging because we are so busy right now, but I need to get this story written down because it's gold.  As I mentioned a few posts back, mine and Landon's 5 year anniversary was on the 24th of June, and I got him the best present ever.   When I bought it, though, I had no idea that it was going to send him into depression.
Let me elaborate.

Last summer, Landon's brother took his dirt bike out on a quick ride and while he was on it, the top end blew up.  It was going to be a grand to get it fixed and we didn't have the money up front, so Landon spent the next six months saving up for it; which is why we haven't been dirt biking in such a long time.  Well, he finally got it in the shop and all put back together.  He even got some upgrades that made the bike a lot faster and worth more.  However, the guy who fixed it told us that as far as he knew, the bike checked out.  He said everything was working perfectly, but he couldn't see the damage done to the bottom end from last summer without splitting the case.  He told us the bike could last for another seven years, or it could blow up on it's next ride; there really was no way of telling.

I tend to err on the side of caution when it comes to bike repairs, especially with that bike.  Landon has put more money in that motorcycle than he originally paid for it.  I told him that if something could go wrong with it, then it would.  We agreed that it would be best to sell the bike in it's current state while it had a clean bill of health rather than risk blowing up the bottom end and being out another two grand.  And then once it was sold, he could buy a new bike with the money he made.

Landon was all over that idea and happened to find his dream bike in the classifieds that week.  His dream bike being a 2016 YZ 450 FX.  This particular dirt bike also had a Rekluse clutch and a stabilizer on the handle bars which together was about two thousand dollars of add-ons that the seller wasn't adding to the price of the bike.  Landon called me excitedly saying that it was the only 450 FX for sale in the classifieds in the country and the guy lived in Heber and he was going to see the bike that morning. I was a little hesitant because this motorcycle had only eight hours on it, so even though it was technically "used," it was essentially brand new and a little bit more expensive than I was hoping for.  I told him he could go look at it, but it was something we really needed to think about before buying.  He agreed.

A couple hours later, he called me and it was clear that he had fallen absolutely in love with the dirt bike immediately.  He told me that he had a plan where his mom was going to give us the cash for the bike, and then we could take a loan out on the title so that we could finance it and pay his mom right back.  His plan was brilliant and I could hear the eagerness in his voice as he begged me to let him buy it.  He said it was an amazing deal and it was everything he ever wanted in a dirt bike.  I told him I still wasn't sure and to let me think about it and I would let him know by the end of the day. 

As soon as I hung up the phone with Landon, I found the ad in the classifieds and called the man.  When he answered the phone I said, "Hi, my husband was just at your house and took your dirt bike for a test drive."  He was like, "Oh yeah, what can I do for you?"  And I was like, "Well, our anniversary is next week and I think it would be the perfect gift, so I would actually like to buy the bike from you, but if he calls you back, will you tell him you sold it to someone else?"  He laughed and said, "He isn't going to be very happy with me."  And I said, "Yes, well, either you tell him you sold it, or I have to tell him he can't buy it and I'd rather you be the bad guy instead of me."  He laughed and agreed that was probably for the best.  I told him I would be by that night with a deposit and I would get the rest of the cash to him when we came to take the bike for good.  Then, I called my dad and asked if I could borrow the rest of the cash and I'd pay him back immediately; he was happy to oblige.

I had everything worked out; the bike was secured, I had a plan to give it to him at a BBQ at his mom's on our anniversary, everything was good to go.  Everything except Landon.  I knew going into it that he was going to be bummed; I figured he get over it though and continue the hunt for a new motorcycle.  I didn't realize that I was going to destroy him. I didn't really give him an answer that night when he asked if I had thought about it.  I was really vague and I thought he would just forget about it all together.  Well, the next morning he called me and asked me how I was.  I said, "Fine, how are you?"  and he goes, "Not good."  And then I got all worried, and I asked what was going on, and he goes, "He sold it to someone else." And I had no idea what he was talking about, and I was like, "Huh?"  And he was like, "The dirt bike.  The guy sold it to someone else!"  Immediately relieved and somewhat entertained, I was like, "Oh my gosh, are you serious?  That's too bad!"  And then he started going off about how he should have called him last night and he couldn't believe that he let that deal slip through his fingers.  He kept going back and forth from really angry to completely devastated.  I should have cooled my jets, but I egged him on a little more and said, "The guy didn't even call you to give you a chance to buy it?"  And he goes, "He said he couldn't remember which phone number was mine and the other guy offered him full price."  And I'm like, "Oh that sucks.  We'll just have to keep our eyes out for another one like it."  And he was like, "There isn't another one for sale like it!  That bike just came out this year, there isn't another used one for sale in the country.  And that one had the Rekluse and a stablalizer! I won't find another deal like that ever again."  By then I started feeling a little guilty.  I was like, "Well, maybe we can find another bike that you'll like." And he says that he doesn't even want another bike because it won't live up to that one.  He told me he was just going to keep his dirt bike he had and hope it wouldn't blow up again. 

I tried to change the subject and ask him how the rest of his morning was going; I still hadn't quite grasped the extent of his heartache.  He didn't have much to say and it started to sink in that I had possibly ruined his life; at least for the next seven days until I could give it to him on our anniversary.  I told him, "I'm so sorry babe, I feel like this is all my fault."  I was starting to understand how sad he was, but I still couldn't say that without having to stifle a giggle.  He assured me it wasn't my fault, but then told me he had to go because he couldn't talk about it any more.

The rest of the week followed suit.  There wasn't a day that passed that he couldn't talk about what an special bike that was, and how he wouldn't be able to get that bike with all it's upgrades for that price ever again.  He couldn't shake the sadness and each day that passed I felt like a horrible wife for bringing such heartache upon my husband.

Finally, Friday came.  I had butterflies all day at work and could barely wait to get up to his mom's house.  He thought we were just crashing the her work party she was hosting and that we were going to celebrate our anniversary the next day at the Slip n' Soar.  When we got up there, his brother and his wife told him that our niece, Abby, wanted us all to go jump on the tramp with her.  Landon was reluctant to follow because he wanted to swim, but after much coaxing, we got him over there.  I told Landon I had to go to the bathroom really fast, and I ran off.  I went behind the big garage where the motorcycle was hidden and got on it.  I started it up and drove it up the grassy hill above their backyard and rode it down to the trampoline.  Landon was standing there with a smirk on his face.  I will be honest, I was anticipating a much larger reaction from him.  According to him, he was in shock as he watched me ride down the hill.  When I pulled up next to him, he bent over and saw the Rekluse casing on the bike and he looked back up at me and said, "So you're the one who bought it out from under me."  I was laughing so hard, and yelled, "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!" As I hopped off of it so he could get on it.  He just kept shaking his head and laughing, "I can't believe you bought this."  I told him it was the hardest secret I've had to keep in my entire life, and I felt so bad the entire time, but I don't know how much he believed me with the huge smile I couldn't wipe off my face. 
 
About an hour passed and I went out to the garage to find him there with the bike putting his number plate on it, and by then the initial shock had worn off and he was starting to freak out that he was the owner of his dream bike.  He would go back and forth between hugging and kissing me to fondling and gazing at his motorcycle.  And I think I've been told that I'm the best wife in the world enough times to last us to our ten year anniversary; which is good, because I don't know that I'm going to be able to top that present for awhile, if at all.
He spoiled me, too.  He gave me a pair of yellow shoes that looked like my favorite yellow shoes I wore to death over the year that we dated.  He got a new and substantially comfier bike seat for my mountain bike.  He bought me a new pair of dirt bike boots that are black and hot pink and look amazing with the rest of the gear he bought me a couple years ago.  He got me a new silver ring to replace the one I recently lost at one of the pits I was getting samples at.  And on top of all of that, he upgraded the diamond on my wedding ring.  I mean, come on.  We both made out like bandits on this anniversary. Here's a good look at those new boots I so desperately needed.  Landon has incredible taste.

And in other news, we have no money.

JUST KIDDING.  But above all of the gifts- the motorcycle, the boots, the rings and the diamond- the greatest gift Landon has ever given me is his love.  He is the most incredible man I've ever met and every day with him is an absolute fairy tale.  I still cannot believe that I found someone so perfect and I thank God every day for bringing him to me.  He is my whole world.




Humilated Quasimodo

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Hey guys.  Cannot believe that June has come and gone so quickly.  I think I mentioned in my last post that I was temporarily relocated to a lab twice as far from home as normal; well, I'm still here.  And between that commute, going to the gym, cooking dinner and trying to stay caught up with the Bachelorette, blogging has been put on the back burner.

But I have so many stories to tell from my absence!  Like, how I am simultaneously the best and worst wife ever, the Slip n' Soar, and how the CFO of my work walked into my bathroom stall while I was using it at our big town hall meeting.

I know out of those three, you want to hear about the last one the most, don't you?

Well, I've got a couple minutes, I guess I could type that one out real quick and die of embarrassment a second time as I relive it and immortalize it on the internet.  Last week we had our annual "Town Hall" meeting where the CEO and CFO of our company comes and speaks to us about the strategic plan of the company, our upcoming jobs, finances, among other riveting topics.  Well, I drank a lot of water on my drive down there and didn't anticipate the meeting lasting longer than an hour so I didn't use the restroom before hand.  Fast-forward two hours and fifteen minutes to me nearly peeing my pants and making a beeline to the bathrooms the second we were dismissed.  I was in such a rush that I didn't realize my stall door didn't lock all the way when I shut it and twisted the little switch.  I was mid-pee when the CFO swung my stall door open and we made the most awkward eye contact in the history of the human race before she managed to say, "...uh- SORRY." as she spun around and ran away WITHOUT SHUTTING THE STALL DOOR BEHIND HER.  So I had to waddle, hunched over, to the door (because I was in the handicapped stall) with my jeans around my knees resembling what I can only describe as a humiliated Quasimodo to try to close it without making eye contact again.  I then waited in the stall until the next one was free for her to occupy and I could make my escape.

I've contemplated quitting my job several times since then.

I'm sure she has too.
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