He's 30 in Shark Years

Guess who turned 30 years old yesterday!  Mister Land J. Shark.  I'll be honest, it's a little mind boggling since we started dating when he was 23; I still feel like he is 23 and I'm still just a dumb little 19 year old.

Probably because we are both still going to college.

But the last 6 1/2 years with this guy has been absolutely golden, so it's no wonder why the time has flown by.

In celebration for his birthday, I made him his favorite cheesecake bars (which as basically a cheesecake while a giant cookie baked on top), filled a bucket of his favorite treats, gave him a LeSean McCoy (I always feel like I'm in middle school, capitalizing every other letter when I type his name) jersey, and some incredible Buffalo Bills high tops that Kelsey found.  It was the best, she sent me the link the week before Christmas and I ordered them immediately.  I thought they would get here in time for Christmas, but they came on the slow boat from China (literally) and got here a week before his birthday.  And when I opened the package, I was overcome with the strongest smell of rubber, like the kind that bouncy balls are made of, and about choked. We had to let them air out a bit. haha But he loved them, and wore all of it to dinner.

I thought we had plans to go with his family to the Midway Ice Castles and then dinner at his mom's, but apparently that's tonight.  You can imagine my dismay when I finally got that memo after I had taken all of my running gear to work so I could run on my lunch break and then asked my boss if I could leave early so I could make it in time.  And on top of all of that, I hadn't planned anything for his birthday!!

So we got dressed, went down to the valley and got some sushi for dinner and then shopped for a little while.  We were both pretty tired though, so we didn't stay out too long; I was passed out on the couch by 9 o'clock.  Poor guy, his 30th birthday which is supposed to be a big deal was about as low key as they come.  But if you know Landon at all, you would know that's exactly what he would want.  And also, tonight we get to go to the ice castles and have dinner at his mom's. So that's good.  What wasn't good was my realization that I was going to have to wake up at 4 AM to get my workout in.  So I am beyond tired right now.  I have mad respect for people who get their exercise in before they go to work.  BUT, it's out of the way and I've got the night free for some sweet family time.

I'm also pretty pumped about the Ice Castles.

But most of all, I'm pumped that I'm married to the coolest, smartest, funniest, sexiest 30 year old I know.  Landon is the greatest person for me to have by my side through it all.  One day we'll do the kid thing, but for the past few years, he's all I've needed.  I'm so grateful that he picked me to be his lifelong adventure buddy.  He is my best friend and the love of my life.

Happy birthday Landshark.  Thanks for giving me the world.

That John Denver is Full of Sh*t

this idiot just got on a plane this morning with nothing but her laptop, camera, a backpack full of fruit snacks and moved to Spain.


It's fine. It's totally fine. I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.

I stayed at my mom's last night to keep her company while she organized her carry-on (that literally consisted of snacks and tampons) and sang her John Denver's, I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane thirty times in a row.  (I probably would have sang her something else if I knew more than three cords and one strum pattern on the guitar.)

After sending her off to Tonga, Argentina, Paraguay, and even Ohio, you would think it would get easier to watch her get on a plane, but it doesn't.  It's never easy to say goodbye to your best friend.

At least this time it's only until June.

But as I sit here in at my computer and watch the blizzard that is raging outside my window-

Mariah June has never felt so far away.


I'm not fine.

Applegeddon II

Can I just- can I whine for a minute?  I live a good life; I have fun.  But there have been just a few things that have been incredibly inconvenient this last week and I just need to vent.

First, I had a horrible, horrible accident last Wednesday night.  I fell asleep on the couch (typical) and woke up around 1 AM.  Now we got new couches a few weeks ago and I fell asleep on the recliner section.  When I woke up and was going to get up to go to bed, my phone slipped down in the crack of the couch and fell to the floor.  I was incoherent and I got down on the floor and lifted the recliner up to retrieve my phone.  Well, the phone landed in the perfect spot that when I did so, the reclining mechanism opened and the metal bar went straight into the screen of my phone; crunched it up like little piece of popcorn.  And, it pinned my phone in there, so not matter how I pulled, twisted or turn the phone, I couldn't get it out.  I could just hear cracking and crunching and Siri repeating over and over, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear what you said."  Which is good, because it was probably profanity.

The thumb print reader was unharmed, but when I unlocked it, the three punctures in the screen were making all of my apps freak out.  In my daze, I immediately hard reset the phone without thinking it through.  I thought it would make the apps settle down.  What I didn't realize until it was too late was that I wouldn't be able to use my thumb print to unlock it after it reset.  It turned back on and wanted me to put in the passcode, but the mutilated screen had the same effect on the key pad making it impossible for me to input my code.  I was locked out completely.

I knew we had full coverage insurance on our phones, but that wasn't what I was worried about.  I was worried about if my phone had backed everything up on the cloud.  I don't know if you guys remember my last fiasco that I deemed APPLEGEODDON, where I accidentally restored my 2013 iPod touch to my iPhone when I was trying to back it up on my computer.  If you don't remember, I deleted everything and didn't have iCloud storage.  I also had a pretty entertaining conversation with customer support.  LUCKILY, I still had my old phone that I had upgraded from a couple months prior that I was able to restore a backup to and save the majority of my information with the exception of about a month and a half of photos.  So when things went bad, they weren't the worst.  After that, I started to back up my phone to my computer regularly incase I had another accident.  But, I recently tried backing up my new iPhone 7 and wouldn't you guess it, my freaking computer was out of space.  That was the straw that had to break the camel's back for me to finally purchase iCloud storage.

It was only about a month ago when I bit the bullet, but after I paid for it I never really followed up to make sure it was working.  So, when I pulverized my phone and then locked myself out, there was no way for me to check to see if all of my information had been backed up.

I'm sure you can imagine the horror/anger/depression cocktail I was mixing up as I sat there on my stairs yelling at my phone.  I'm positive my neighbors think I'm insane now.

I went to sleep and tried to forget about the phone because I was going to go snowboarding the next day and I didn't want to ruin that for myself.  Only to be woken up at 5:30 AM by my boss calling me.  My phone was downstairs but my Apple Watch was still ringing.  I was so confused, and obviously not able to answer the phone, when all of the sudden Landon's phone started to ring.  He woke up, looked at his phone and said, "Why are you calling me?"  I sat up and could hear Landon's voicemail recording on speaker coming from my phone in the dining room.  All the pieces of the puzzle started coming together; my phone was back from the dead and ghost calling people.  Which is why my boss had tried calling me back.  When I came in on Monday, he said he got five phone calls from me and a FaceTime.  He thought I was dying.  My theory is that my alarm went off on my phone, then that woke the screen up and the smashed part kept hitting all the buttons and locking me out again.  But when it kept happening, I think it self-swiped over to the emergency call list and started calling my emergency contacts I have saved in my phone.  Those people being my boss and Landon. So that was a fun thing to deal with at 5 in the morning when my phone wouldn't cooperate.  I couldn't even power it down because you have to do that slide thing to confirm you're actually powering it off.
THEN dealing with the insurance company was equally a nightmare.  I wanted them to just fix the screen instead of getting me a new phone because I was worried about my iCloud backup.  They said they wouldn't do that because my billing address isn't in Salt Lake and they only do screen repairs in Salt Lake.  The fact that I WORK in Salt Lake every day didn't make a difference.  So, then trying to get a new phone they told me they would only send me a black phone and that rose gold wasn't an option.  And maybe it sounds petty, but I didn't want a black one; I wanted my pink phone.  I mean, I paid like, $900 for that thing and I wasn't going to settle for a black one.  Come on.  After many transfers and talking to different agents, a lady finally told Landon that it wouldn't be a problem at all to send me a rose gold phone.  At that point, we were about slamming our faces on the wall for all the run around, but we accepted it and placed the order.

My new phone came yesterday while I was at work.  Landon was home and I told him to start her up and let me know the damage.  After an hour of updating, the verdict was in: my phone had done the backup and nothing was lost! After nearly a week of worrying, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

So like the last Applegeddon, when things decided to go bad, they went well.

Maybe that was a lot of complaining for me getting a brand new phone and not losing any pictures or information.  But I still had to pay a $200 deductible and I have to wait 4 days before a new screen protector shows up.  So I'll be babying my new phone until then.

I don't know- it was such a freak accident.  I probably couldn't get my phone to fall in that exact spot again if I tried.  And if I had just gone behind the couch and not opened the recliner at all, this never would have happened.  It was all just a stupid accident and a huge headache to get it all sorted out.  I'm just glad to have my phone back.

There were other things I was going to whine about, but I think I'll leave it at this.  I just needed to get it out of my system.  And if you drop your phone down the crack of your couch, DON'T OPEN THE RECLINER.

Track Hoe Boarding with DevinSupertramp!!

I realize that 2017 started 9 days ago, but I held off until yesterday to start my New Years.  I had 2 1/2 weeks off work and I hardly cooked the entire time, I didn't have homework, and I barely exercised at all.  I blame that last one on the flu that took me down.  My entire body ached, I couldn't take three steps without getting winded, and when I would get winded my body would heave with a coughing fit.  So, no gym for me the last couple weeks of 2016.  It was nice though, to be able to take a break.  Sometimes I get so crazy obsessed with working out, I think it was important for me to realize that I could take a break without gaining 20 lbs.

Anyway.  I put off my "get back on track" plans until yesterday.  Mostly because classes at Weber and the 12 week exercise program I'm doing didn't start until yesterday, so I figured I'd mess around at the gym, not take my meal planning seriously and play Super Mario 64 until now.  It was incredible.  BUT, we are back at it and 2017 is looking good.

So yes, school is in session as of yesterday. I've already mapped out all of my assignments and exams and I can't tell you how easy, breezy, Covergirl it is compared to last year.  I have like, maybe three assignments per week?  And they're all spaced out evenly instead of being due on the same night.  I don't know what I'm going to do with all my free time.

Just kidding.  Of course I do. I'm going to go snowboarding.  Another thing that started yesterday is that my work has just switched to working four 10-hour shifts and having Fridays off.  So I get a 3-day weekend every weekend and I am THRILLED.  I actually only worked two days last week because I took that "sick day" on Thursday to go boarding.  And oh, was it worth it.  We got over 33" in three days and I just couldn't sit idly by and watch the best snow in 10 years fly by my window.  Landon didn't have any appointments that day either, so he came with me.  We hiked all over the mountain in pursuit of the untouched powder.  We were absolutely drained by the end of the day, but it was the best snow I've boarded in since Vail.
 I had plans to do the same thing on Friday morning since I didn't have to go to work, but around 7 o'clock Thursday night, my sister-in-law tagged me in a post by DevinSupertramp on youtube that was calling for girls who knew how to snowboard to be in his next video being shot in Midway on Friday morning.  I don't know if you guys have ever seen any of his videos, but every time I watch them I'm always wondering how the heck I get involved because they are so cool!  I sent him a message saying that I knew how to snowboard and I even lived in Midway, so I would totally be down.  He sent me all of the information about what we were doing and where to meet and told me it was going to be sweet.

The activity on the books was Track Hoe Boarding, in that they brought in a track hoe, tied a wakeboard rope to the bucket and whipped us around in circles for five hours.  Something I had never done and according to Devin, neither had anyone else.  So I woke up to a sunny morning, excited to try something new and walked outside with my gear to a frosty -11 degrees.  It was the coldest day of the season by far, so I wore two pairs of ski underwear, my warmest woolen socks, and a big scarf I had gotten for Christmas.  It was to no avail; by the time I left I was sure my feet had frostbite and I hadn't been able to feel my hands for hours.  Oh, and my face got a wicked sunburn; I always forget that you can still get burned, even in negative temperatures.

Despite the cold and the sunburns, we had a BLAST.  I volunteered to go first since I was all geared up, and as I picked up the rope, the track hoe operator said, "Alright, since no one has done this before we might have to do some trial and error with speed." I laughed and gave him a thumbs up, but I was silently berating myself for not wearing my helmet.  Like I said, we got a good amount of snow last week, but since the temperatures dropped so drastically, there was a good 2 1/2 inch crust of ICE on top; I knew that it was not going to be a soft landing when I inevitably crashed and burned.  I didn't realize that was going to happen right off the get go.  The operator mentioned he was going to experiment with speed, I thought that meant he would start slow and progressively get faster; this was not the case.  Right off the get go, I was whipping around that track hoe holding on for dear life.  The centrifugal force was pulling so hard against my body I thought I was going to fly off the earth.  It didn't help that I could feel my fingers and I was wearing big, bulky mittens, so holding on for dear life was even more difficult.  I nearly made it around the track hoe one time before my fingers slipped and I was sling-shotted across the field.  I almost rode it out, but after about 25 feet, I lost my balance and ate face in the icy snow.  I did a quick body check to make sure I hadn't broken anything; I was good.  I popped back up and the track hoe operator yelled, "We should probably go slower, huh?"  I nodded my head as I pulled myself out of the crater my body had created and unclipped my board so I could walk back to the rope for round two.  Before I knew it, we were going again, this time he did start slower and I was able to tell him to go faster and faster until we found the right speed.  Just because we found a good speed, however, didn't mean round two didn't end in me buffing it again.  I had lost count of the times I had been swung around the track hoe and I was utterly exhausted.  Holding onto that rope, absorbing each variation in the snow, and fighting physics was draining.  I lasted much longer compared to my first try, but ultimately it ended with me not being able to hold on any more and I went rolling through the snow for the second time.  I had one more run in me that went pretty similarly to my second try, before I had completely lost all my strength (and was in a fair amount of pain) and called out, "Okay- someone else can go now." as I crawled away.

(not me, obviously, but this is what we were doing.) 
And I didn't even do the crazy stuff.  Once people were getting the hang of it, the operator lifted the bucket in the air as he whipped guys around and they would come off the ground and swing around like a ride at a county fair.  I screamed and clapped when they would get flying, and even thought about giving it a try myself, but as I weighed the risks I ultimately decided that I would rather not break any limbs that day. I still have a season of snowboarding ahead of me and I just didn't feel like cutting that short.
There was really only one bad accident, a dude on skis was being flown around when he (like the rest of us at some point) just couldn't hold on any longer.  He was high enough in the air that his skis were about eye level and when his grip failed he was flung directly into the crowd. He took out a dude in a dirt bike helmet (luckily) and after the initial moment of shock we all ran to see if they were okay.  By some miracle they were, albeit a little shook up.  We all took about 10 big steps backwards after that just incase it happened again.  Thankfully, it didn't and no real injuries came out of the day.

(This guy was in a neck brace the day before, so we were all real nervous every time we went airborne.)
After a couple hours of boarding around the track hoe, we started tying up tubes to the bucket.  The term "tubes" varied from a tube you'd pull behind a boat, an air mattress, and those black inner tubes that are pretty versatile.  We made a bet on how long the air mattress would last; I said two circles before it would pop and it made it a solid 2 and a quarter before it was completely flat and the girls riding on it were basically being drug on a piece of plastic.  The boating tube lasted longer, but it didn't have much air in it to begin with since we didn't have anything to blow it up with.  The black inner tubes were the real MVPs.  We got four in a train and everyone got a chance to ride them; each one ending with the same outcome.  During my turn, I lost a glove and ended up bleeding.  I decided that I preferred the boarding to the tubing considering I had more control and I didn't have three bodies in front of me that could potentially take me out.

The best part by far was when I got to ride in the bucket.  After a couple hours on the tubes, we brought the boards and skis back out and the guys were flying again. With the bucket lifted so high in the air, the operator let us get in the bucket and ride in it while he whipped the flyers around below us.  I scream laughed the entire time because he would get going so fast.  I seriously could have ridden in that thing all day.  The other hilarious thing to me was the thought of the Safety people at my work would react to this.  I'd probably be fired before I could even climb into a bucket, let alone ride in it as it spun around.
The video is going to be up next week sometime, and I'll post a link to it here to you can go watch the crazy shenanigans.  It was definitely an awesome experience, but you should see the bruises I woke up with.  

It didn't help that Saturday I went up to Ogden and went indoor surfing for 7 hours with my family. And I devoted the entire 7 hours to learning how to ollie the board which resulted in many, many face plants and neck-snappers.  
When I woke up on Sunday, I couldn't move.  I literally laid in bed until 1 o'clock.  My 26 year old body had been through the ringer after three days of snowboarding, track hoe boarding, and flow boarding and I was feeling more like an 83 year old.

It was totally worth it, though. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go look at how much walkers are on Amazon.


I set a lot of new goals for 2017.  Like, two pages worth and I could probably keep going.  One of those goals was to blog more and while that doesn't particularly hold me accountable, I wrote it in my planner today that I need to post something.  And when it goes in the planner, I may as well have signed in blood.

I find that planners are less and less common these days; everyone keeps track of things electronically.  But I find if I write it down with my own hand, then I'm actually going to remember it and I'm going to get it done.  You should see my 2016 planner with all of my homework in it, it's a nightmare, but I 100% give it credit for my 4.0's I got last year.
So, yesterday I spent all day putting my 2017 planner together and already getting things checked off my to-do list.  Starting with renewing my FAFSA.  Can't believe I'm 26 and still filling out FAFSAs.  And the whole time I was grumbling because of all the new snow we got and I was at work, sitting on my butt trying to track down my 2015 tax information.

I really did plan on calling in sick today so I could go boarding.  But when I woke up this morning to only a couple inches of snow, and I checked my weather app and it said it was supposed to snow all day today and tonight I decided to save my powder-flu doctor's note for tomorrow.
I really am showing symptoms of the shakes, absent-mindedness, and obsession with "first tracks."  It's a problem, it really is.  But the last time we got this much snow in two days was at least 10 years ago.  And I didn't even care about snowboarding back then! So.  That's where my head is at.

As for today, I do have a little bit of work to get done and I'm going to continue with organizing my 2017 goals.  I have big plans for personal progress this year and I'm excited to continue working on myself and what I'm going to do with my life.

What Sick Days Are For

Remember how I said I'd be around during the break? We all knew that wasn't true.  I had to wait 15 minutes for my computer to even reboot after not being charged for 2 1/2 weeks.

I felt the same trying to wake up at 5 o'clock this morning after 2 1/2 weeks of sleeping in until 9.

And of course it snowed 17" while I was sleeping so I didn't have time for breakfast and I am currently mourning all of the fresh powder I'm missing out on while I'm sitting here at work.  A cruel trick saving this storm until my first day back to work, Mother Nature, a cruel trick indeed.

Not like it would have mattered much though because I had influenza for half of my vacation.  I have a strong aversion to flu shots, so I kind of brought it on myself, but patient zero was at my Grandma's Christmas party and got all of us sick, which makes me think that maybe a flu shot wouldn't have helped anyway.  That'll be my excuse when my work is offering them next, I'm sure.

Despite being sick, Landon and I were able to get 4 days on the mountain, and yesterday was absolutely glorious.  We hiked out of bounds and found some virgin powder to tear up among the pines.  I get 200% more daring when there is fresh snow because it doesn't hurt when you fall.  So I was bombing down this hill when the front of my board caught a fallen tree or something and I ate face so hard; it was incredible.  I haven't seen Landon laugh that hard in a long time as I was trying to dig myself out.  Snow of this caliber is worth it's weight in gold, and it is physically hurting my heart that I'm not up there right now tearing it up.  I'm actively planning the speech I'm going to give my boss tomorrow morning about why I can't come in to work; it's supposed to storm even harder tonight and I cannot in good conscious miss two days in a row like this.
This is what sick days are for.

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