This was last Christmas when time was much less complicated. Can't we just go back to that time?
The whole family stayed in an amazing condo in Southern Utah it was beautiful. We had such a great time with the family, swimming, and playing games. It was here that Eric gave Derek his nickname D-stain! hahaha
I was trying to remember where Caleb and I slept and remembered we stayed with Adam and Cara. I lost my phone at their neighbors house. Pretty lame but not as frustrating as losing my wedding ring the next day. I think it was at the St. G-eorge Rec. Center, the good 'ole rec center. We had some good memories there. I think everyone lost in raquetball to Big Mike that day.
Caleb's little sister had these 3D glasses that made the Christmas lights looks like snowmen. We were showing her how cool they were. =)
My Co-worker hides her ugly little doll in my office and it always scares me when I find it. I told her that her doll was creepy from the beginning and I think that's where her silly idea to freak me out with it came from. Finally after MANY different times of gasping when I found "it" I decided it was time to finish her off. I tied our wonderful Weber State ribbon around her neck and hung her from the ceiling over my co-worker's desk. It was pretty funny until she left it up there for everyone to see, now I'm sure most of the office is afraid of me. =)
So that's why I LOVE my job!!! It's pretty much the coolest place ever.
We won for best costumes at our Ward Party wootwoot!! I admit our costumes were the coolest, but I have to give credit to Amber and Andy who we stole the idea from. Thanks guys =) Everyone had to try on our mustache. Here's Hayden the Great.
Miss Ind-i-licous
Saint Gabby
Michael looks so ridiculous! But the mustache wouldn't stay on with his facial hair. =)
Brookie was a princess.
I love her crazy grin!
and Ashy was a chunky pumpkin. We went to Hollie's ward Halloween party with them to help with the kids and Tayson.
**Warning** this is a little graphic. If you have a light stomach probably just skip to the next post. =)
Last week I went to the doctor to get my keloids shot. (Sounds fun right?) Anyway, I showed the doctor this bump on my arm that I had had for a while and he said it is a granuloma and that he should remove it. I've had a mole removed before so I wasn't too worried. But this one was different. It honestly didn't hurt (besides the little numbing shot) then he took an instrument that looked an orange peeler with a metal circle on the end and put it right over the granuloma. He pushed down a tiny bit and pulled it up and the skin/granuloma came with it, except a tiny string of skin/tissues (I'm not sure what it was). I was pretty okay with everything that was going on up until this point.
Then he pulled out the stitches and started stitching the hole up. That is when I lost it. It still didn't hurt but I could feel it tugging a bit on my skin while he was stitching it up but it was too interesting not to look. I started getting tunnel vision and I could tell all the blood had rushed out of my head. The doctor had me lay down for a while. Awkward! Luckily, the only thing that hurt was my pride.
Now that you know the story behind the stitches... The doctor had put Band-Aids over the keloid shots as well as over the stitches. Later that day at work, I was in so much pain, but it was from where the Band-Aids were. I have always noticed that my skin gets agitated beneath Band-Aids but I thought everybody did.
Well I developed these nasty rashes and blisters everywhere that the Band-Aids were. It was so sensitive and hurt. One of the doctors I work with explained what it was "contact dermatitis" I am allergic to the adhesive in Band-Aids. Who is allergic to Band-Aids? Honestly?
Caleb's work had a dodgeball tournament last week and the uniforms were crazy. These are three of my favorite teams. This first one was Team "Entourage" I don't really get the shirts but it was a cool idea. :) This team was "On A Mission," pretty hilarious if you ask me. The cute gal in the middle is Caleb's new assistant Ashley. She's been such a help with getting Caleb all caught up on his work, which means we get more time together.
Lastly, here is Caleb's team. Team "Rock Stars" The guy on the far right is Troy, he's over store operations for every store so he's kind of a big deal. And I love that he totally got into character. He's the one that came up with the team name.
My sweet procrastinating husband remembered about the tournament the night before so we had to search our home for appropriate rock star wear. His jacket was an old jean jacket of mine that we cut the sleeves off of to make him look like a street tough. His heart mom tattoo was pretty awesome, on his right arm there was a skull and crossbones. His "bandana" is a scarf I had from a couple years ago when I went as Foxy Cleopatra. We were content with his outfit but we could have come up with something way better if we had the time. Either way his team won "Best Uniform" and everyone got free movie tickets.
Caleb has been begging me to cook him a turkey so I finally gave in (after he bought it and brought it home). I don't mind eating turkey I'm just not a fan of handling any raw meat. This thing was particularly disgusting to me. The picture looks like a huge gaping wound. Sick! Anyway, Caleb was very sweet in helping me with everything until he was pulling the gravy packet out of the inside of this thing and accidentally hit me in the FACE! Right next to my mouth! Naturally I freaked out and washed my face but I don't think I'll ever be the same again. He didn't understand why I was making such a big deal out of it.
He had me leave the room so he could sever the breast bone after it was cooked but I could still hear everything. I think we'll stick to bringing the mashed potatoes or rolls to Thanksgiving. Caleb said this was the best turkey he's ever had, I was too distraught over the whole ordeal to even try it. It looked normal, except I'm pretty sure I saw an aorta on the plate of "good meat"
Caleb and I went to Halloween USA to look for ideas for our costumes this year and we found some pretty good ones.
Caleb looks so creepy here. The joker freaks me out as it is, but Caleb was making scary eyes too. :)
I really wanted my niece Brooklyn to be a Jazz cheerleader for Halloween but she only wants to be a princess.... go figure.
Some might consider this child abuse, but I find it hilarious! My mom had these little masks to try on but Ashton was not having it. I think he was just upset because he wanted to be a princess too.
Here are some of the pictures after our 5K last month. It was so fun having Caleb, Brandon, Marci, Jenny, Keirsten, Neil, Lael, Lindy, and David Fonnesbeck run it too.
This is me expressing how I felt when I got to the monster hill after the 2nd mile.
Here is Marci's interpretation of her feelings.
I always get a little self conscience that people might think I'm dying when I'm running but Aynna told me that she couldn't even tell that I just ran so that made me feel like a million bucks!
My best friend Jen came all the way down from Logan to spend the night and come support us. It was great to see her after the race. Momma Rigby and Indee were at the finish line waiting but must have missed me when I sprinted by because I had to find them. My sweet mom wrote "Go Becky" on her car windows and drove by (she probably did it just in case I wanted a ride)
Funny story: So Caleb ran with me the entire race, which was very sweet, but when the end was in sight I turned on the turbo and sprinted passed the finish line so I would have a better time than him. =)
So, I figured I was always a fan of plagiarism while in school so why stop now. =) I stole this from Lindsay blog.
You've probably all gotten this e-mail by now, but for those of you haven't...enjoy!
*More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
*Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
*Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
*I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
*Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
*Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
*There is a great need for sarcasm font.
*Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what was going on when I first saw it.
*I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
*How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
*I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
*I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
*The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
*Was learning cursive really necessary?
*Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
*I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
*Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
*My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.
*Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart.”
*How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
*I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent an idiot from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
*Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"
*What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
*While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
*MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
*Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
*I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
*Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
*I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
*Bad decisions make good stories.
*Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
*Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
*If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
*Why is it that during an ice- breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
*You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
*Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
*There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
*I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
*"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
*I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
*I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dang it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
*I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
*When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
*I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
*Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
*As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
*Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
*It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
*I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
*Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
*Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey- but I'd bet everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
*My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How do I respond to that?
*It really ticks me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
*I wonder if cops ever get ticked off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
*The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fatty before dinner.
I saw this on my friend Sierra's blog and wanted to share it as well. I've had classes with Meg too and she is completely amazing.
I have an amazing friend. Yes, most of my friends are amazing, it’s true. But this one particular friend truly is an inspiration to me. If I was asked who my Hero was, it would be Meg. (She is going to be totally embarrassed by this) But I think people should know what an amazing person she is… because I love her
Meg is an average person… happy, sassy, helpful, funny, spiritual, gorgeous, happily married to a wonderful man, and inspiringly optimistic about life. She is completely “normal” except for one thing—She is a quadriplegic
She and I shared the same major and minor in our undergraduate degree, and so we had MANY classes together. The more I got to know her, the more I absolutely adored her. Her strength and commitment amazed me. I could try to describe to you her story, but it’s something that is even more moving when read from her perspective. (Check out the website below) This video shows Meg doing her basic daily routine, and really makes me appreciate so much in my life.
Throughout my years of knowing Meg, I am more impressed with her every day. Ordinary things that we take for granted every day, like being able to grip a pencil or put on makeup, she struggles with daily. And yet, I have NEVER seen her without a smile on her face and a joke on the tip of her tongue.
During one of our many semesters together, Meg was describing to me a painful surgery she was having done on her hands. The end result would be that she could pinch with her fingers (I’m not sure all the technical stuff… it was awhile ago.) She functions well without this ability, and I asked her why she was bothering going through this VERY painful surgery for such a simple task. Her response brought tears to my eyes… “Well when I’m a mother, now I won’t have to change diapers with my teeth.”
This profound statement made me question my own gratitude (or lack thereof) for what God has given me. She has overcome so many physical and emotional trials because of her accident. She is not embarrassed at all by her disability, and uses it as an opportunity to help people reflect on their own problems.
One of my favorite memories of her was in PR class. It was in the middle of winter and bitter cold outside. There was a huge blizzard, and the snow was piling up. She came rolling in and sat next to me, as she did every day. I looked down at her feet, shocked, at her sandals. I said, appalled “Meg! Aren’t your feet freezing?!”
Instead of getting offended or telling me I was an idiot… Meg just busted out laughing. Once she caught her breath she reminded me “Sierra, I’m paralyzed!” And she proceeded to start laughing again. I could not help but laugh along with her! Even though it’s hard to not notice a wheelchair, I had become so comfortable with her that this fact completely escaped my mind.
As seen from the above pictures, Meg is a gifted artist (despite not having full use of her hands). She used to tease me, because I have full use of all my limbs and STILL can’t draw like she does! (Pathetic, I know, but not embarrassing because Meg is amazing like that). On top of founding the Ms. Wheelchair Utah pageant, drawing and selling calendars, and being an AMAZING motivational speaker, Meg has begun writing books. These books are short, but very inspiring. They tell her story, in a very personal and emotional manner. They have really made me reflect on who I am and my perspective on life.
If anyone is interested in reading her books, receiving her monthly inspirational message, or having her as a speaker at some event, visit her website. Trust me, you will never regret knowing Meg. And now you all know a little more about my personal hero :-)
Yesterday I found Caleb making cookies for himself. He wanted to take some to our neighbors too. Don't worry he did share with me, but I was so happy that he wanted cookies and didn't need my help. (notice the spacing of the dough) He is so cute. He actually burnt both batches so I'll probably make him some today before he gets off work but I was grateful that he took the initiative and made them.
I always get a little self conscience that people might think I'm dying when I'm running but Aynna told me that she couldn't even tell that I just ran so that made me feel like a million bucks!
