Monday, September 27, 2010

last night, I was once again complaining that I've gained too much weight since being married, and that I don't have the time (or motivation) to go to the gym.
John then politely reminds me that when him and I first met, I was working three jobs, going to school full time, and still made it to the gym every day.
Now I work one job, taking nine credit hours, and can't seem to find the time to go to the gym.
Well, thank you babe.
Guess I don't really have an excuse huh?
I must say happy first birthday to my little man-cub, Rufus.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

one busy weekend

John and I usually don't do much on the weekends, but it seems like every so often we have those weekends where everything is happening, and everyone wants to hang out with us. This weekend was one of those weekends.
Friday night we went to dinner with some of John's mission companions and their girlfriends to celebrate Brent's birthday. We went to Buca de Bepo and I had never been there. Have to say, wasn't the best experience. The food was good, and the atmosphere is great, but it took a half hour for the waiter to get our drinks, and then another 45 minutes or so for our food to come. Kind of ridiculous. But it was still fun. We enjoy that crowd.
Afterward we went to Brent's apartment for cake and ice cream and then John and I had to supervise a shin dig that was going on with Jenny and her friends.
That was a party; I don't think I've been up until 3:30 in ages, and it definitely made me feel like an old woman with how tired I was.
Saturday, John was a part of the Dodge Barrage at the Salt Palace.
Every year, Deron Williams, Kyle Korver, and Ronnie Price put together a charity dodge ball tournament and this year John was asked to play with Dustin's team put together by his work.
It was fun to watch, even if they went 0-4 and were out by noon.
For a charity event, the games got pretty intense. Too much emotion.
This was the highlight of my day.
Mr. Kyle Korver himself.
If you know me, you know that I have had an obsession with this man for a while.
Too bad he's going to Chicago.
But...I got to meet him, have a picture, and had him sign a shirt.
That would be D-Will signing my shirt. John and I will be framing it and putting it next to the shirt we have signed by the entire Utah football team.
We're cool like that.
After dodge ball, John and hung out and got some other things done and then later that night went to the fair with the entire Lawrence family and the Sorensens.
I have never had more fun at the fair. Seriously, all of us together was a p-a-r-t-y.
Too funny.

One year John bought a silk-haired chicken from the fair for ten dollars. He named him Don Otis, and he lived in John's bedroom, and then when the poor chicken was moved outside, he froze to death. :(
This is what Don Otis' looked like. So I had to take a picture.
At the fair.
Couldn't believe it.
Daniel is the center of attention.
John is a perve.
I'm glaring at Daniel.
Mandy is content.
Us. To a tee.
And of course! The giant yellow slide.
I freaking love that thing.
Even if it does sway back and forth at the very top.

Daniel is very competitive. Anyone who knows him knows that.
And when he gets with Matt, it's even worse.
After spending ridiculous amounts on games, Mandy ended up walking away with some fun stuffed prizes. :)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Remember how I met Deron Williams, Kyle Korver, and Ronnie Price today?
Yeah... that was cool.
Pictures to come later.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I've never felt more horrible in my life.
I've never cried this much over something.
I can barely stay in this house at the moment.

I was sitting in class tonight and my phone rang..vibrated , whatever.
It was John, which was weird because he knew I was in class.
I didn't answer it of course, and he then texted me.
"Emma. We have a serious problem." Is all it said.
I knew exactly what it was about, but didn't want to believe it so I asked.

My parents have been out of town and John and I have been staying at their house.
My worst fear has happened.
The dogs got a hold of Gordon, and he didn't survive.
My mom's bird, is dead. Thanks to Rufus and Jack.

I am still a mess, I've had a panic attack, can't stop crying, and can't stop thinking of Gordon.
I never thought I would miss him but I already do.
And like I said, I've never felt more horrible in my life.

I'm sorry Mom and Dad, and more importantly sorry to him that I couldn't save him.
RIP little bird.