Making the Bed

Growing up, I never made my bed. I just didn't see the point. I was going to get back into bed again in a few hours, so why waste my time making it every morning when it would just get messed up again. Despite my moms attempts to help me understand the vast significance of making my bed, it made no sense to me and could not be justified, so I refused to do it.

my bed in college

Then I went to college and roomed with Krisann. She always made her bed. Even better, she would make my bed! But then I felt bad that she always had to make my bed for me, so I started doing it. And then I understood why anyone would ever want to make their bed every single morning. There is just something about it that starts your morning off right. Things are in order. It looks nice. I don't know, it's a mental thing, but I grew to love making my bed and I very rarely don't make my bed now.

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Then I got married.

(The first minute of this is a joke about pillows on the bed. 

You can continue listening if you want, but it has no relation to this post.)

I had never seen Clayson's bed made neatly. His mom told me he has never made his bed and I shouldn't hold out hope. He shares the same feelings I had growing up of making the bed being a waste of time. Although I no longer agree with him, I fully understand where he is coming from, because it was once me as well.

Guess what?

Our bed is almost always made.

Guess what else?

More often, I am not the one making it.

And on those few occasions that it is not made, guess whose fault it is?

Mine.

There was no big argument, or discussion, or agreement.

No big hoop-la about it at all. 

Clayson knows that I like the bed made, so he makes the bed 

(He also knows that if he doesn't do it, I will, and I'm usually already running late getting to work)

I know that every time he makes the bed, it is purely for me because he could care less about it.

This is the kind of person the he is.

Our unspoken agreement: When he makes the bed, he gets to arrange the pillows any way he wants.

Clayson's greatest pillow creation "The Backwards Bed"

We have been making the bed together for a whole year now! 

I am so blessed that he is mine forever  <3

Kylee Ann Photography

Because love is in the little things.... like making a bed.

Missin' Him Like Crazy

Wednesday afternoon, I came home from work early so I could drop Clayson off at the airport.
He is in Chicago until tomorrow night. I knew I would miss him, but I would be fine.... 

I seriously over estimated myself.

I never knew I was so needy!
I've never liked being alone, but even I had no idea how much I really need people in order to function.
I really just fall apart. I'm not handling it very well.

It doesn't help that I have somehow convinced myself that Clayson is going to die and will never return home. 

I told this to Jana and she said it was sweet. 

I think it's pathetic. And kind of embarrassing.  

I have a whole new respect for military wives or who have husbands that travel.

Thankfully, I have been blessed with amazing friends who take such good care of me!

Wednesday night, Jana took me to the store (which was so good, because I was just sitting at home thinking about horrible plane crashes and shootings in the big scary city of Chicago) When I came home for lunch on Thursday, I immediately realized it was not a good idea for me to be home alone. I called Jana and she was at my house in 5 minutes to eat lunch with me. We went to the Parade of Homes! I hung out at my old apartment and pretended to be single again  :)  Tomorrow, I'm meeting up with Krisann for lunch and I am so excited!

I really have the best friends ever!

Thanks for putting up with me, even when I'm a baby and can't handle being alone for 4 days.

The good news is I think I've gotten significantly better since the first night.... although I still have a long way to go 

This song sums up my thoughts perfectly:

The moral of the story: Next time Clayson goes to Chicago I'm going with him
so I can hold his hand when he crosses the street and dive in front of any stray bullets that are flying at his head. 

(Clayson says by the time he leaves next year I'll be pushing him out the door. I don't believe it.)

Sorry if this is overly mushy, but I can't wait to see him tomorrow night!

Pickle Juice

This blog post is brought to you by:

Pickle Juice - Bringing apartments together since 2009

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You know you have a good apartment when you can drink a jar of pickle juice together.

I got lucky once and never thought I'd have the privilege of having another such apartment.

(this is the video I spent about an hour trying to load, but it's just not happening)

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=1191203342199&l=424088212162279038

As fate would have it, I am blessed with another amazing apartment full of wonderful people  :)

Jana with her winnings:

$1 off Questar from Abbi

$1 from Carlie

Delicious chicken wrap from Allison

The moral of the story is:

Roommates who drink pickle juice together, stay together

Lessons Learned From Grandma Hill

Once upon a time I didn't have to work on Friday!

I decided to celebrate by going to Draper/Provo to visit family.
It was such a great trip! But this story is specifically about our visit with Grandma Hill.

I picked Courtney up in Draper and we headed to Provo to see Grandma Hill. 

After visiting at her house for a while, we decided to take Grandma to the store for some groceries. 

I offered to take my car, since Grandmas car was at her neighbors house. 

really bad picture of me.... but grandma is lookin' good!

Grandma seemed worried. "Does your car run well? Do you think it will make it?"

Courtney and I chuckled. "Well I made it this far, so I hope we can make it to the store!"

I put Grandma in the back seat, turned the car on, shifted to reverse, and.... my car died! 

I didn't even make it out if the driveway! (We were actually half out of the driveway with the back of my car in the middle of the street)

Grandma is psychic!

I tried to start it a few more times. Nothing! It was completely dead. Didn't even turn over when I tried starting it. 

The steering wheel locked so we couldn't turn it to coast down the street to a parking space. I put the car in neutral and Courtney and I both got out to push it back into the driveway so it wouldn't be in the middle of the street. We could push it to the dip just before the driveway, but we couldn't get the back tires over. We kept trying to run and put the car in park before it would roll backwards again, but we weren't very successful. It was definitely a funny sight though and we got a good laugh out of it! 

Grandma was still sitting in the back of the car for this whole ordeal (just getting a kick out of us, I'm sure) I decided to take her inside so she didn't get heat stroke. When I came back out a nice man came and helped us. 

Throughout this whole thing, I kept having flash backs to the last time my car died and I just knew we would have to call a tow truck. 

My phone had died earlier that day, so Courtney set to work trying to get a tow truck.
We called AAA twice and they were no help because our parents weren't with us.

Lame. 

grandma looking up the a repair shop

Grandma kept saying: 

"I think we should say a prayer"

"Lets say a prayer"

"I think we should pray"

"Maybe we should say a prayer"

"Do you think we should pray?"

"I think if we said a prayer, your car would start again?"

To which we responded:

"It's not going to start again, we need a tow truck. We'll pray after we get a tow truck"

courtney on the phone forever

After a long time on the phone, we finally got a tow truck to come get us.

I told the tow man what had happened and he told me to try starting it so he could see.

I turned the key and.... it started!

Boy, did I feel sheepish.

I guess that's what we get for putting our "trust in the arm of flesh"

The tow man was very nice and said he wouldn't charge me. He drove away.... and then came back! He told me to drive my car up and down the street just to make sure it really was working ok (it was) He was the nicest tow man ever and he renewed my faith in humanity.

And they all lived happily ever after!

The End

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The moral of the story: Always listen to your psychic, spiritually in tune grandmother.

Patience

click here to see the before and after. it's pretty impressive  :)

I feel like patience is being forced upon me in all aspects of my life wether I like it or not!

Patience at work 

(some patients can really try my patience!)

Patience in my calling

Patience with roommates

Patience in dating

Patience with the internet

(it's been spotty and was completely down for the past day and a half!)

Patience with the temperature

Patience with myself

Patience

Patience

Patience

I never realized I was such an impatient person!

Apparently this is a lesson I really need to learn. 

Hopefully I learn it soon so I can move on with the next lesson!

There I go being impatient again....

p.s.  patience is a weird word when you say it this many times.

My First Car Accident

I got in my first car accident today!

I took bridal pictures for my old roommate Brittany and I had just picked her up from her apartment. She was all dressed up in her wedding dress, veil in place, holding her sunflower bouquet.

We turned out onto Main and another car was also turning into the same lane and we just kind of scraped by each other. Niether Brittany or I reacted to it at all. We just kind of said, "oh, we just hit that car." Typical of me - under-reacting to important things. As I was pulling over I was thinking how I didn't want to wait for the police and fill out reports and spend a bunch of money and deal with insurance and all that this accident would intail. I didn't care if my car was damaged as long as it ran fine. 

I left Brittany sitting in the car in her wedding dress and got out to quickly inspect my car as the other car pulled over as well. I couldn't see any evidence of the scrape, so I was hoping for the best as the girl came walking over from her car. She asked me if my car was ok and I told her it was fine and asked the same of hers. She replied that her car already had scratches on it and she was fine if we were fine. Then she added, motioning to Brittany, "And she has her wedding dress on." 

And that was that! 

We apologized to each other and both went our separate ways.

The end.

The moral of the story: Always remember to have someone wearing a wedding dress when you get in a car accident.