Therefore, if you didn't get your Christmas Card yet....Tim and I wish you a Very Merry Christmas!
4 years ago
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wishing You A Merry Christmas!
After we got all snazzed up for my work's "Year End Celebration" we opted to take a few photos...of the which I found the perfect one for our Christmas cards.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Our Temporary Tennant
For Christmas my brother, Eric, his girlfriend, Carlee, Husband and I purchased a Miniature Schnauzer for our Mom (and Dad).
We got a screamin' deal for him, so we purchased him over the weekend. He was going to stay with us for the month, but we decided it would be best for him to go to his permanent home now.
So he boarded with us for a few days, but they were a fun few days.
So he boarded with us for a few days, but they were a fun few days.
Monday, November 16, 2009
In Two Months!
Two months from today, Husband and I will be relaxing here:
And here:
Whilst we cruise about here:
I'm SOOO EXCITED!!!
And here:Whilst we cruise about here:I'm SOOO EXCITED!!! Saturday, October 31, 2009
My Mad Driving Skills
Oh yes, I have some mad driving skills. Today my 3 year old nephew, Jefferson, kicked my trash at Mario Kart. He came in 1st place on every race. I came in 12th on each. Go figure.
Friday, October 16, 2009
WWDLS?
Whenever I get a chance, I enjoy listening to Dr. Laura. She is awesome. People call her for advice, she gives it straight to them if they are being stupid, making a big deal out of nothing, doing the right thing, or are not acting like a man because they are whining about taking care of a baby that they were just as much involved in making as the mom.
She is very blunt, and she has no shame about it. And I love it.
I love it when someone calls her for advice, she gives it to them and they start to argue, "but...." and she cuts them off and says, "You called ME for advice. I told you what I think, now don't make excuses. Either continue doing what you want, or actually listen to me. But don't try to change my educated opinion!" Wham!
The other day she was addressing the issue of Roman Polanski because of all of the media attention he is getting these days. And she NAILED IT!
Many people say he should be pardoned by Obama because he is such an amazing director and has contributed so much to us artistically.
Hmm...interesting how because someone can tell others how to dim the lights, say a line and has won an Oscar for it, automatically means they above the law and it doesn't matter that they drugged and raped a 13 year old child, pled GUILTY, then fled the country and has been hiding out in France like a pansy for the last 30 years. I think he is, to quote Dr. Laura, "an animal and a coward."
To also quote Dr. Laura, she says, "I am thoroughly disgusted by the world’s film community for supporting him just because he makes good movies. I understand that Hitler was a good painter…Maybe we shouldn’t have closed in on and bombed his bunker because good painters are a treasure."
I mean really people? If he had drugged and raped YOUR daughter? Do you think you'd care if he made great movies? I think not.
Go Dr. Laura for being willing to speak some sense when so many others are speaking nonsense!
You should read her entire blog entry about Roman Polanski here.
Because I have been listening to this amazing woman, I have also been asking myself in many situations, and on many occasions, and even to others, "What would Dr. Laura say?"
You should too.
She is very blunt, and she has no shame about it. And I love it.
I love it when someone calls her for advice, she gives it to them and they start to argue, "but...." and she cuts them off and says, "You called ME for advice. I told you what I think, now don't make excuses. Either continue doing what you want, or actually listen to me. But don't try to change my educated opinion!" Wham!
The other day she was addressing the issue of Roman Polanski because of all of the media attention he is getting these days. And she NAILED IT!
Many people say he should be pardoned by Obama because he is such an amazing director and has contributed so much to us artistically.
Hmm...interesting how because someone can tell others how to dim the lights, say a line and has won an Oscar for it, automatically means they above the law and it doesn't matter that they drugged and raped a 13 year old child, pled GUILTY, then fled the country and has been hiding out in France like a pansy for the last 30 years. I think he is, to quote Dr. Laura, "an animal and a coward."
To also quote Dr. Laura, she says, "I am thoroughly disgusted by the world’s film community for supporting him just because he makes good movies. I understand that Hitler was a good painter…Maybe we shouldn’t have closed in on and bombed his bunker because good painters are a treasure."
I mean really people? If he had drugged and raped YOUR daughter? Do you think you'd care if he made great movies? I think not.
Go Dr. Laura for being willing to speak some sense when so many others are speaking nonsense!
You should read her entire blog entry about Roman Polanski here.
Because I have been listening to this amazing woman, I have also been asking myself in many situations, and on many occasions, and even to others, "What would Dr. Laura say?"
You should too.
Monday, September 28, 2009
The First Year
Husband and I celebrated our 1 Year Anniversary on Friday. It's amazing how fast a year goes by.
For the celebration we slept in (oh, how I enjoy the sleeping in), we went to The Original Pancake House to feast upon their amazing Bananas Foster French Toast. Oh, you'll never eat plain french toast again without wishing it were this heavenly version of french toast!
We then made a trip to the Jordan River Temple to perform some sealings. It was awesome to remember the covenants and promises that we made and received on our wedding day.
Husband then enjoyed a nap, which he enjoys as much as I do sleeping in, and I read my book for a good couple hours as he napped.
We then attended the theatre! On our honeymoon we went to the Tuacahn Theatre in St. George and to continue that tradition, we went to Hale Centre Theatre to see The Scarlet Pimpernel. Husband had never been to this theater nor had he ever seen this play...we left the theater quite entertained. Husband can't stop talking about how much he enjoyed the show.
Once home we pulled out the top layer of our wedding cake that had been frozen in my mother's freezer. We even pulled out the wedding utinsels to cut and serve it. The flavor was fantastic, however you could definitely tell it was a year old. We also watched our wedding video to remember the fun moments and the people we shared the day with.
I have definitely enjoyed this past year. Its been one of the best of my life, if not THE best. I think with how wonderful the first year was, our life will be a breeze. We'll have our ups and downs and our disagreements for sure, but I believe that we both made the right choice last year.
For the celebration we slept in (oh, how I enjoy the sleeping in), we went to The Original Pancake House to feast upon their amazing Bananas Foster French Toast. Oh, you'll never eat plain french toast again without wishing it were this heavenly version of french toast!
We then made a trip to the Jordan River Temple to perform some sealings. It was awesome to remember the covenants and promises that we made and received on our wedding day.
Husband then enjoyed a nap, which he enjoys as much as I do sleeping in, and I read my book for a good couple hours as he napped.
We then attended the theatre! On our honeymoon we went to the Tuacahn Theatre in St. George and to continue that tradition, we went to Hale Centre Theatre to see The Scarlet Pimpernel. Husband had never been to this theater nor had he ever seen this play...we left the theater quite entertained. Husband can't stop talking about how much he enjoyed the show.
Once home we pulled out the top layer of our wedding cake that had been frozen in my mother's freezer. We even pulled out the wedding utinsels to cut and serve it. The flavor was fantastic, however you could definitely tell it was a year old. We also watched our wedding video to remember the fun moments and the people we shared the day with.
I have definitely enjoyed this past year. Its been one of the best of my life, if not THE best. I think with how wonderful the first year was, our life will be a breeze. We'll have our ups and downs and our disagreements for sure, but I believe that we both made the right choice last year.
Monday, September 14, 2009
5 Medals, 3 Races and 2 States
In January of this year, I joined my brother, Tom, and my sister, Teresa on a trip to Walt Disney World in Florida. The sole purpose of this trip: Come home with THREE medals. How would we do that? Complete the Goofy Challenge. What is that you ask? Complete the 2 Disney World races: The Disney World Half Marathon one day, and the Disney World Full Marathon the next. 39.3 miles in a little over 24 hours. Yes, you would have to be Goofy to do so. Therefore, you would get a Donald Duck Medal for the half, a Mickey Mouse Medal for the full, and a Goofy Medal for completing both. And complete them we did. 
However, we didn't stop there. My friend, Barefoot, and I were planning to do the Disneyland Half Marathon, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to as I was running short on the monies. But when she informed me that I could get TWO medals for participating, my siblings and I could not pass up the opportunity. Why would we get TWO medals? One for running the Half Marathon. The SECOND for participating in the Coast to Coast event...running a race in Florida and a race in California in the same calendar year.
However, we didn't stop there. My friend, Barefoot, and I were planning to do the Disneyland Half Marathon, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to as I was running short on the monies. But when she informed me that I could get TWO medals for participating, my siblings and I could not pass up the opportunity. Why would we get TWO medals? One for running the Half Marathon. The SECOND for participating in the Coast to Coast event...running a race in Florida and a race in California in the same calendar year.Over the Labor Day Weekend, the race had arrived. And as Husband and Tom's wife, Tami, were not able to join us in January in Florida, we decided to make a fun time of the trip to California.
First we drove through the night. I drove the first stretch through the most incredible lightening storm of all time. I could see it a good 2 hours outside of St. George which is where the storm was centralized. It made driving worth it.
Husband was a complete sweetheart and helped drive for my sister so she wouldn't have to all night...And so Eric and everyone else could get some sleep.
Once we arrived we picked up our race information, then because we could not check into the hotel until 3pm, we drove to the beach! We spent a few hours there enjoying boogie boards and the sun.
That night a few of us went to Dodgers Stadium and watched the Dodgers kick the Padres' trash while sitting in the all you can eat section. Yum.
The runners got about 3 1/2 hours of sleep, as we arose quite early the next morning. We ran our little legs off, stopping to take pictures with the Disney Characters, running through Angels' stadium, and finishing in 2:42. Oh, it was quite the experience.
And now I am the proud owner of 5 Disney Medals for the 3 races we ran in 2 states.
After the race we all were off to Disneyland!
Husband quite enjoyed his first trip to the Happiest Place on Earth...and honestly, I think it was the best time I've had there...and I contribute it to the fact that I was there with, not only the family that I so love and enjoy being around, but mostly for the fact that I was there, enjoying that Happiest Place on Earth with the man of my life, the Husband. Oh, how I love him!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sold
Recently I was in Petco and was waiting in line to return an item for my cats. And there was a television showing an "info-mercial" about The Furminator. It is a brush for animals that removes the undercoat of the animal, making them less sheddy and more soft and shiny. I thought it looked fantastic as my cats have long sheddy hair and our current brush basically sucks. So I checked out their prices for it, and GOO! It was priiicccy! So, I decided to google it. I found one on Amazon.com for uber cheap and I bought it wondering if the pile of fur on the TV that was supposedly from one cat really was from one cat. Peter Parker, or so lovingly referred to as "Fat Petey" recently, was my first Guinea pig. Oh my. I could not believe how much fur came off him. I knew he was fluffy, but, WOW.
And yes, that fur, was all from one cat!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Only A Spectator
This past weekend, I went with my brothers, Tom and Eric, to Burley, ID. The purpose of our trip was the Spudman Triathlon. Tom was participating this year, and I was but a spectator. I participated in said Triathlon last year. It is an Olympic Triathlon, which means it begins with a .9 mile (1.5k) swim, about 24 mile (40k) bike ride and a 6.2 mile (10k) run. My times were as follows: 25:47 for the swim, 1:34:18 for the bike, and 1:15:12 for the run. My overall time being 3:24:51 (that includes transition times etc.). I enjoyed the race quite a bit. And I intended to participate this year. However, last year a man drown during the swim. This really hit home to me, because I struggled quite a bit during it, I kept telling myself, "just swim to live" and that is what I did. So this year, every time I thought about signing up for the triathlon this fear took over my heart and I felt I shouldn't participate.
So when Tom told me that Tami wasn't going to be able to go to Idaho for the triathlon, I wanted to come along so Tom had a cheering section, a small one, but a cheering section nonetheless. So Eric and I came along for the trip.
When we arrived and once the smallest bit of triathlon hype reached me, I knew that I had made a mistake. I wished I had signed up to participate. I missed the thrill of picking up your number, making you an official race participant. I missed the anxiety that comes with getting all of your race items ready, setting your bike etc. at the transition areas...pinning your number to your shirt. The jitters in your stomach as one goes to bed and arises early...not wanting to not hear the alarm clock and miss the start of the race. Oh how I missed the comradery that the racers have with each other, encouraging each other and helping you through to the end. But what I missed most of all was when you come around the last corner, and the finish line is in sight. You SPRINT to get to the end because you've come so far and accomplished so much. And its not because you are aching for it to be over, but because of the incredible accomplishment that you just completed. And then you can proudly show everyone your medal, proving that you are a tri-athlete, and showing what you accomplished.
Therefore not participating in this year's race tugged at my little heartstrings. Being a spectator is a noble part of the race. It would not be at all as much thrilling without them, cheering everyone on. And so I played my part with the specatotors. Giving back to those who gave to me.
Next year I will again join the throngs of those participating in the triathlon, not only spectating. And next year, my husband will also not only be a spectator, but will be swimming, biking and running as well.
So when Tom told me that Tami wasn't going to be able to go to Idaho for the triathlon, I wanted to come along so Tom had a cheering section, a small one, but a cheering section nonetheless. So Eric and I came along for the trip.
When we arrived and once the smallest bit of triathlon hype reached me, I knew that I had made a mistake. I wished I had signed up to participate. I missed the thrill of picking up your number, making you an official race participant. I missed the anxiety that comes with getting all of your race items ready, setting your bike etc. at the transition areas...pinning your number to your shirt. The jitters in your stomach as one goes to bed and arises early...not wanting to not hear the alarm clock and miss the start of the race. Oh how I missed the comradery that the racers have with each other, encouraging each other and helping you through to the end. But what I missed most of all was when you come around the last corner, and the finish line is in sight. You SPRINT to get to the end because you've come so far and accomplished so much. And its not because you are aching for it to be over, but because of the incredible accomplishment that you just completed. And then you can proudly show everyone your medal, proving that you are a tri-athlete, and showing what you accomplished.
Therefore not participating in this year's race tugged at my little heartstrings. Being a spectator is a noble part of the race. It would not be at all as much thrilling without them, cheering everyone on. And so I played my part with the specatotors. Giving back to those who gave to me.
Next year I will again join the throngs of those participating in the triathlon, not only spectating. And next year, my husband will also not only be a spectator, but will be swimming, biking and running as well.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Sleep Walking
I have discovered that my husband is a sound sleeper. He soundly sleeps through all the outrageous things he does while he is soundly asleep. I however, do not have such a luxury.
Here is a taste of some of the crazy things he has done while counting z's:
Last night he got up and completely opened the blinds to the balcony door in our bedroom and went back to bed.
Husband: Maren! Maren!
Me: What?
Husband (while holding his hand up like he were a waiter) Take this!
Me: What is it?
Husband: Its the kittens
Me: Okay (I motioned to take it)
Husband then crawled back in bed.
Husband got out of bed, stood next to the bed for a minute.
Husband: I better go put him back in the freezer.
Husband then leaves the room. I hear him open the freezer. He then comes back, climbs into bed.
Husband: I put him back in the freezer where he belongs
I began to worry what he put in the freezer.
Husband gets out of bed and stands there for awhile. He then proceeded to come to my side of the bed.
Husband: Scoot over!
Me: What? Okay.
I scooted over.
Next morning:
Husband: What are you doing on that side of the bed!?
Me: *Sigh*
Husband gets up, begins to remove all the blankets and sheets from the bed and places them in our closet then proceeds to climb back into bed.
Me: Hey! I need those!
Husband: Oh.
He then goes and gathers the blankets and attempts to put correctly put them on the bed, and fails miserably. Needless to say, I froze all night.
And these are just a few of the MANY examples.
I go to bed wondering what odd thing he is going to do next.
Here is a taste of some of the crazy things he has done while counting z's:
Last night he got up and completely opened the blinds to the balcony door in our bedroom and went back to bed.
Husband: Maren! Maren!
Me: What?
Husband (while holding his hand up like he were a waiter) Take this!
Me: What is it?
Husband: Its the kittens
Me: Okay (I motioned to take it)
Husband then crawled back in bed.
Husband got out of bed, stood next to the bed for a minute.
Husband: I better go put him back in the freezer.
Husband then leaves the room. I hear him open the freezer. He then comes back, climbs into bed.
Husband: I put him back in the freezer where he belongs
I began to worry what he put in the freezer.
Husband gets out of bed and stands there for awhile. He then proceeded to come to my side of the bed.
Husband: Scoot over!
Me: What? Okay.
I scooted over.
Next morning:
Husband: What are you doing on that side of the bed!?
Me: *Sigh*
Husband gets up, begins to remove all the blankets and sheets from the bed and places them in our closet then proceeds to climb back into bed.
Me: Hey! I need those!
Husband: Oh.
He then goes and gathers the blankets and attempts to put correctly put them on the bed, and fails miserably. Needless to say, I froze all night.
And these are just a few of the MANY examples.
I go to bed wondering what odd thing he is going to do next.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Relaxing Mountains and Beaches
Ahh, school is over...for the semester...we start again in a week. Boo. Good ol' summer school. But, you do what you've gotta do. We are now waiting on our grades. We both passed math, now we just have to see what we get in Biology. I think the outlook is good.
Since I last wrote, we went and spent Easter weekend with Tim's family in Clayton, WA. We were on our way up there when Tim informed me that his grandparents had no idea we were even coming. It was quite the surprise when we arrived Thursday morning. When we approached the front door, all you could hear was a screech of happiness and see Tim's grandmother go running around the corner to greet us. It reminded us of when a dog tries running around a corner on a wood floor and the legs move, but they don't. It was cute.
We spent the weekend enjoying the peace of the mountains and making projects in Grandpa's woodshop. It was really nice to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa, as well as see other relatives, aunts and uncles. Tim's dad came into town a few days earlier than he said he would, so we all gave the grandparents good several surprises that weekend.
Today I told Tim that I am in major need of a vacation but that we don't have the time or money for one, so Tim came home and surprised me with one. He brought me a palm tree, a few leis and spread out a towel for me to "lay out on the beach" on. It was really sweet. I am married to the best man. How I love him. =)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Welcome Home!
Today was an important day, it may in fact warrant a new holiday. Today my car came home! Norah, my Nissan Altima, completed her repairs, and after 6 months of being shut up and engineless in The Parent's garage, she is home. Over the past 6 months we have been attempting to get her fixed, however anything and everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. We thought it was the head that only needing fixing, however once that was fixed we realized that we needed an entire engine (blah!). Then it was the hunt of finding a good engine. We finally found one, but then on it's way up to Utah, the truck that was transporting it was in an accident (go figure!) so then the engine was no bueno, and we had to begin the hunt again. At last we found another and took it to The Parents. Then being the great men that they are, Brad, James and Tim all spent their entire day off on Wednesday working on her. And after putting a new battery in her this evening, we drove her home, like proud parents of a new baby!
Oh, I've missed my car. It is as though I have a new car, but was reunited with an old friend all at once. So let's all begin to celebrate April 2 as Norah day and give this day the due it deserves.
Oh, I've missed my car. It is as though I have a new car, but was reunited with an old friend all at once. So let's all begin to celebrate April 2 as Norah day and give this day the due it deserves.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Vigilance! Constant Vigilance!
Tim and I celebrated 6 months of marriage a few days ago. Honestly, the 6 months went by so fast, I was thinking it was like 4. But to think it has been half a year already is quite fantastic. It is a manifestation of the old adage, "time flies when you are having fun" and we have definitely been having fun.
However, to the outsider there is not much to report in those 6 months of marriage: school, cats, new jeep, broken washer, new kitchen table, still broken car, tv addiction...you know, the basics of new married life.
Though there are some unfortunate aspects of time passing so quickly:
Wanted or not, time is going to pass regardless. But I have decided that am going to attempt to keep track of it more vigilantly. And while keeping track, I shall make the most of it while my husband and I continue to have many, many months of marriage ahead of us. =)
However, to the outsider there is not much to report in those 6 months of marriage: school, cats, new jeep, broken washer, new kitchen table, still broken car, tv addiction...you know, the basics of new married life.
Though there are some unfortunate aspects of time passing so quickly:
- When one says, "we can do that in a few months" and next thing you know, its been a few months and you still don't have the money or time
- Time everywhere has passed quickly and events that seem like they took place last week really took place months ago
- And the WORST of all: people will expect you to start having kids soon (which by the way, I am still attempting to dispel the rumor started on Facebook that am prego. I AM NOT PREGNANT!!!)
Wanted or not, time is going to pass regardless. But I have decided that am going to attempt to keep track of it more vigilantly. And while keeping track, I shall make the most of it while my husband and I continue to have many, many months of marriage ahead of us. =)
Monday, March 9, 2009
Out With The Old, In With The New
Recently Tim and I decided that we need to reduce our 4 vehicles to 2 as there are only 2 drivers in our little family. We decided that we should sell his motorcycle and truck and my scooter and find vehicles we can both drive.
We listed Tim's motorcycle for sale, however, no one was interested. But a couple weeks ago, Tim attempted to list it again, and within a day or two we sold it. Regardless of what Tim says, I know he was sad to see it go (and I was too...I loved riding with him). The next day we found a '98 Jeep Wrangler for a killer deal and couldn't pass it up. We are now proud owners of a "new to us" Wranger. Though, I will say that my brother, Thomas, seems quite thrilled for us to have one. He owned a Wrangler years ago and I know he misses it, and he will be able to re-live those days vicariously through us.
We now need to: a) Get my car fixed; (it has been broken and sitting all dejected and lonely like in my parents garage; b) Sell Tim's truck and, c) sell my scooter.
My poor car is closer to getting fixed now than it has been in the last 5 months. We FINALLY have the engine all ready to set in, we just need to find some time for Tim and Brad to do so. Am hoping it gets done soon. I want my car back. It'll be like am getting a new car!
I guess with the new year, and the extra cash that the tax return seems to offer, we have the "new to us" car fever. And hopefully, as we attempt to see the truck and the scoot, we'll find others that have the same fever.
We listed Tim's motorcycle for sale, however, no one was interested. But a couple weeks ago, Tim attempted to list it again, and within a day or two we sold it. Regardless of what Tim says, I know he was sad to see it go (and I was too...I loved riding with him). The next day we found a '98 Jeep Wrangler for a killer deal and couldn't pass it up. We are now proud owners of a "new to us" Wranger. Though, I will say that my brother, Thomas, seems quite thrilled for us to have one. He owned a Wrangler years ago and I know he misses it, and he will be able to re-live those days vicariously through us.
We now need to: a) Get my car fixed; (it has been broken and sitting all dejected and lonely like in my parents garage; b) Sell Tim's truck and, c) sell my scooter.
My poor car is closer to getting fixed now than it has been in the last 5 months. We FINALLY have the engine all ready to set in, we just need to find some time for Tim and Brad to do so. Am hoping it gets done soon. I want my car back. It'll be like am getting a new car!
I guess with the new year, and the extra cash that the tax return seems to offer, we have the "new to us" car fever. And hopefully, as we attempt to see the truck and the scoot, we'll find others that have the same fever.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Singing Telegram
We have all seen it done, on television, or on the Silver Screen, however, I have never seen it actually done. Until Friday around 2:30 in the afternoon.
It was the day before the infamous Valentine's Day, where husbands and boyfriends alike demonstrate their love for that special woman in their lives. This is usually done by the sending of flowers or chocolates, the romantic dinner or the perfectly planned out marriage proposal. All of which are cliches, which, deep down inside, every woman is thinking of and hoping for (though most of which will deny it to their graves).
I, however, was quite surprised at what my husband of nearly 5 months devised. I was surprised, but as I look back on it, I shouldn't have been, for it was just like something he would do.
I was going about my typical work day, not anticipating the roses or the flowers, as my husband tends to do these things sans the need of a holiday to profess his love, and I found no need for him to do such on this day. That afternoon the receptionist knocked on the door to the training room and asked if she could interrupt for a moment. I didn't think anything of it until I saw the massive crowd gathered outside the door and four men dressed in tuxedos proceed to enter the room. I hoped that they weren't there for me, but deep down inside I knew that they were.
They presented me with 5 roses (1 representing each month Tim and I have been married thus far) and then they serenaded me with 2 cheesy songs that were once written with the sole purpose of professing an undying and an unconditional love for another.
As they sang these songs in perfect 4 part harmony, as my huge audience gathered around and as the initial embarrassment of the current situation wore off, the reality of what it all meant buried itself deep down into my little heart. And I couldn't hold back the tears that rolled unashamedly down my cheeks as I thought of my husband, and what he means to me. It wasn't the fact that he delivered more than just roses to commemorate this day of love, but it was the fact that he will do whatever it takes to let me know just how much he loves me. This brief moment hit me pretty hard.
Not meaning to sound cliche or mushy or to discourage you to continue reading this, I cannot express how truly, madly and deeply that I love Timothy. As our Valentine weekend continued, the fact that I love him and he loves me right back was only made more evident to me by our time together. We didn't have the perfect candlelight dinner with all the extras that many women did (which I in no way object to), but this was my best Valentine's Day yet. I was able to spend every moment of it with my husband, the man I love with all my heart. And I get to spend every day with him. We don't need a day put aside to show that we love each other, we have each day to do so. I am incredibly happy to have found him. He is my life and I look forward to spending the rest of mine with him.
Timothy set a high standard for all the husbands and boyfriends at my employment that day.
It's not every day that a girl is delivered a singing telegram. It was however, a day that will remain noted as one of the thousands of ways that my husband has shown me how he loves me so.
It was the day before the infamous Valentine's Day, where husbands and boyfriends alike demonstrate their love for that special woman in their lives. This is usually done by the sending of flowers or chocolates, the romantic dinner or the perfectly planned out marriage proposal. All of which are cliches, which, deep down inside, every woman is thinking of and hoping for (though most of which will deny it to their graves).
I, however, was quite surprised at what my husband of nearly 5 months devised. I was surprised, but as I look back on it, I shouldn't have been, for it was just like something he would do.
I was going about my typical work day, not anticipating the roses or the flowers, as my husband tends to do these things sans the need of a holiday to profess his love, and I found no need for him to do such on this day. That afternoon the receptionist knocked on the door to the training room and asked if she could interrupt for a moment. I didn't think anything of it until I saw the massive crowd gathered outside the door and four men dressed in tuxedos proceed to enter the room. I hoped that they weren't there for me, but deep down inside I knew that they were.
They presented me with 5 roses (1 representing each month Tim and I have been married thus far) and then they serenaded me with 2 cheesy songs that were once written with the sole purpose of professing an undying and an unconditional love for another.
As they sang these songs in perfect 4 part harmony, as my huge audience gathered around and as the initial embarrassment of the current situation wore off, the reality of what it all meant buried itself deep down into my little heart. And I couldn't hold back the tears that rolled unashamedly down my cheeks as I thought of my husband, and what he means to me. It wasn't the fact that he delivered more than just roses to commemorate this day of love, but it was the fact that he will do whatever it takes to let me know just how much he loves me. This brief moment hit me pretty hard.
Not meaning to sound cliche or mushy or to discourage you to continue reading this, I cannot express how truly, madly and deeply that I love Timothy. As our Valentine weekend continued, the fact that I love him and he loves me right back was only made more evident to me by our time together. We didn't have the perfect candlelight dinner with all the extras that many women did (which I in no way object to), but this was my best Valentine's Day yet. I was able to spend every moment of it with my husband, the man I love with all my heart. And I get to spend every day with him. We don't need a day put aside to show that we love each other, we have each day to do so. I am incredibly happy to have found him. He is my life and I look forward to spending the rest of mine with him.
Timothy set a high standard for all the husbands and boyfriends at my employment that day.
It's not every day that a girl is delivered a singing telegram. It was however, a day that will remain noted as one of the thousands of ways that my husband has shown me how he loves me so.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Recent Happenings
Tim and I are both engaged in school this semester. We are taking the same classes; math, biology and a biology lab.
Its enjoyable to take classes with your husband for you have your own study group and you get to spend time together in doing so. Tim is very study oriented. I, however, have always been the procrastinator, so its a good thing I have Tim, or I wouldn't study nearly as much.
At the beginning of this month I left Tim at home and ran in the Walt Disney World Marathon and a Half. It was quite intense (see www.firecatmaren.blogspot.com for all the details) but I completed my 39.3 miles and have 3 medals to prove it. Running somehow weaseled its way into my life, and now I shall have a life long love affair with it. I actually roped Tim into doing the Salt Lake Half Marathon (13.1 miles) with me in April. I am excited to share my passion with my Tim, and enjoy that together as well.
We watched the Super Bowl with my family and we all were saddened as the Cardinals lost. And tomorrow we'll continue the Groundhog Day tradition of watching "Groundhog Day" as a family.
We continue to work and press through school. Life is good. Stressful at times, but its all part of the adventure.
Its enjoyable to take classes with your husband for you have your own study group and you get to spend time together in doing so. Tim is very study oriented. I, however, have always been the procrastinator, so its a good thing I have Tim, or I wouldn't study nearly as much.
At the beginning of this month I left Tim at home and ran in the Walt Disney World Marathon and a Half. It was quite intense (see www.firecatmaren.blogspot.com for all the details) but I completed my 39.3 miles and have 3 medals to prove it. Running somehow weaseled its way into my life, and now I shall have a life long love affair with it. I actually roped Tim into doing the Salt Lake Half Marathon (13.1 miles) with me in April. I am excited to share my passion with my Tim, and enjoy that together as well.
We watched the Super Bowl with my family and we all were saddened as the Cardinals lost. And tomorrow we'll continue the Groundhog Day tradition of watching "Groundhog Day" as a family.
We continue to work and press through school. Life is good. Stressful at times, but its all part of the adventure.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Finally
After 2 months of having this blog am going to finally write something worth reading. =)
I shall give you "The Story of Us" just to get this parade going.
Timothy and I met through a mutual friend, in other words, we were set up.
Cassie: "I want to set you up with my boyfriend's roommate!"
Maren: "I don't know, have recently decided to be anti set ups as they are the most pure form of rejection on the planet. You go out, have a fun time, he says he'll call you because he'd love to go out again and he never calls. Am agin' it!" Where as you crush on some dude from your anatomy class and he nevers asks you out, oh well...you don't really know what you are missing out on. No rejection."
Cassie: "Oh c'mon. I'm your best friend. You think I'd set you up with a loser!?"
Maren: (Thinking) "You have a point"
Maren: "Okay, just because I trust you."
So she set us up, we go to The Symphony at Temple Square on October 26, 2007 and then to the Olive Garden for the first date. I had a great time (as did he). And then he said the infamous words, "We should go out again." Rrrrright...I didn't believe him. In fact, I stressed out because I'd invited him to a Halloween party the next night and I had to have a date, and I didn't think he would ever been seen again by the likes of me. But, surprisingly enough, he called me the next day to determine when he'd pick me up. We went out, and from then on out he always set up our next date during the current date. I tried to play hard to get, but that quickly faded into oblivion as he so religiously chased after me and won me over.
We did have a rough time and broke up for about a month, but things were honestly a million times better when we began dating again.
About 2 months later we decided to get married, and on the lovely day of May 27th 2008, in the most romantic setting of all, after the sweetest words, Tim got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. And I, of course, said, "YES!!"
We were married 4 months later on September 25, 2008 in the Salt Lake Temple. It was a beautiful day and everything was so perfect (see www.firecatmaren.blogspot.com for the whole day's events).
We now live in a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom condo in Salt Lake. We have 3 cats (2 were planned the 3rd was a surprise) and are loving married life. It is SO great to be with your best friend at all times. We compliment each other well, like we found who we'd been looking for our entire lives (imagine that). Just the other night we were reminiscing about when we met, and the journey we've taken thus far, and the destination we plan on reaching together. I love him so.
I shall give you "The Story of Us" just to get this parade going.
Timothy and I met through a mutual friend, in other words, we were set up.
Cassie: "I want to set you up with my boyfriend's roommate!"
Maren: "I don't know, have recently decided to be anti set ups as they are the most pure form of rejection on the planet. You go out, have a fun time, he says he'll call you because he'd love to go out again and he never calls. Am agin' it!" Where as you crush on some dude from your anatomy class and he nevers asks you out, oh well...you don't really know what you are missing out on. No rejection."
Cassie: "Oh c'mon. I'm your best friend. You think I'd set you up with a loser!?"
Maren: (Thinking) "You have a point"
Maren: "Okay, just because I trust you."
So she set us up, we go to The Symphony at Temple Square on October 26, 2007 and then to the Olive Garden for the first date. I had a great time (as did he). And then he said the infamous words, "We should go out again." Rrrrright...I didn't believe him. In fact, I stressed out because I'd invited him to a Halloween party the next night and I had to have a date, and I didn't think he would ever been seen again by the likes of me. But, surprisingly enough, he called me the next day to determine when he'd pick me up. We went out, and from then on out he always set up our next date during the current date. I tried to play hard to get, but that quickly faded into oblivion as he so religiously chased after me and won me over.
We did have a rough time and broke up for about a month, but things were honestly a million times better when we began dating again.
About 2 months later we decided to get married, and on the lovely day of May 27th 2008, in the most romantic setting of all, after the sweetest words, Tim got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. And I, of course, said, "YES!!"
We were married 4 months later on September 25, 2008 in the Salt Lake Temple. It was a beautiful day and everything was so perfect (see www.firecatmaren.blogspot.com for the whole day's events).
We now live in a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom condo in Salt Lake. We have 3 cats (2 were planned the 3rd was a surprise) and are loving married life. It is SO great to be with your best friend at all times. We compliment each other well, like we found who we'd been looking for our entire lives (imagine that). Just the other night we were reminiscing about when we met, and the journey we've taken thus far, and the destination we plan on reaching together. I love him so.
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