InLove. Music.

I've been listening to these two songs all day. 

Christina Perri: A Thousand Years

(note: I don't like Twilight so just ignore the references, but I love the song)

Ella Mae Bowden: Holding Out for a Hero
(I've been pretty much obsessed with this since watching Footloose)

It sings to my heart. Enjoy.

Flip flops and tanning lotion

So I have a week off again (hallelujah!!). It seems that at least on Monday of these weeks I spend cleaning up the damage from the last week. I kid you not, our house goes straight to hell when I work. Thank goodness for a dishwasher so that we at least can have clean dishes. This last week in particular was pretty horrendous. I didn't even go buy groceries. So our kitchen was looking pretty bare but after Saturday it was stocked again.

Anyway, so my sister in law is getting married on Friday and I'm beyond excited about it and especially for her!! And I really can't wait to meet this stud of a guy she's marrying. He seriously seems pretty freaking awesome and I'm so so happy for her. Back on topic, well I need an outfit to wear to said wedding. I really want to find a yellow or nude pencil skirt and either a white or colored top (white with yellow and color with nude) but for the life of me I have not been able to find ANYTHING!!! So I hit the mall this morning, but didn't find anything :[

I came back to the apt and some of the other wives were heading to the pool with their kiddos. I tagged along, I desperately need some sunshine on my body, particularly my legs! It was super fun just chatting with the girls and laying out! 3 hours later! Haha we definitely didn't plan on being out that long, but I've definitely got some color on my legs...and the good kind, not a burn!!

I can't believe this summer is halfway over already, I still have so much to do!!! Oh well, I guess it was bound to creep up anyway.

By the way...have you seen this movie?

I'm in love.

We redboxed it on Saturday and got a deal for another dvd for 50 cents, so we got Ghost Protocol too. We'd already seen Ghost Protocol with the Bunker's a few months back but we hadn't seen Footloose.

We kept it an extra day just so I could watch it again.

I think I've watched it like 5 times in 2 days.

It's good.

Upbeat. Great music. Phenomenal dancing.

Go see it.

Buy it for me :]

Thanks.

Today I am tired...very very tired

I had work this week, and on Saturdays instead of coming in at 2 like I do during the week, I have to be here at 9...which means I have to leave by 830...which means I should be functional by 8 am.

Not the case this morning. In fact quite the opposite.

This particular morning I wanted to shower. The alarm goes off at 715...snooze. Pretty peeved because I DO NOT want to be awake. So I kept sleeping...till 8 am.
I. was. GRUMPY!! Ask Dan, I really was not happy this morning.

So I washed my face and woke up a little, tried to put on a happy face for Dan before he left for work. Then I had to hurry up and get my pretty little self (hah! small joke) together for work. I made up some lunch for myself, toasted some bread and made a shake for breakfast, and then went to go take my vitamins.

This is where it gets great....

I grabbed my prenatal vitamins (no I'm not trying to get preggo, they're just great for your hair and nails, plus a good multivitamin) and I guess yesterday I didn't screw the cap on all the way because I grabbed it and the next thing I know I have half the bottle all over the floor. Seriously. I just rolled my eyes and laughed. Gave myself a little pep talk to slow down, take a deep breath, and just laugh it off.

Well I left for work around 845...just a little late. Luckily there is no one on the freeway that early on Saturday morning and there's not a police man that I've seen yet. I made it to work on time...surprisingly...to find out that my boss had gone to get us breakfast burritos!

This didn't fix the tired...but it sure as heck made me a whole lot happier.

Generally speaking...it's hard

Life...Marriage...Exercising...everything.

Wednesday night was a big defining moment in my marriage. I had a hard day at work. I came home, and just absolutely and completely lost it on my husband. One of the salesman was...how do I put this nicely...a huge a-hole. HUGE.

Anyway, he was pissed because the samedays were done and he didn't get the text (come to find out later, pretty much no one gets the texts I sent out). It had happened the day before too unfortunately with the same salesman and he just lost it on me. He was like why didn't you text me?! I didn't get the text!!! Blah blah blah. To keep it simple, I got stomped all over like the disgusting dirt you kick off your shoes at the end of the day. No small exaggeration.

At this point, the culmination of being stomped on all summer by all the salesman at some point just hit the peak. I texted the salesman to make sure he did in fact receive my text. He did. I apologized that he didn't receive it and then informed him to never speak to me like that again. Adrenaline rush. Hands were a little shaky. But seriously, I am a freakin human being and I deserve a little respect and not to be treated like a second rate second class citizen or an inferior human being. Not okay. Not freakin okay.

After I texted that to the salesman, I called Dan to ask if that was overboard. He said yes it was. Now to his defense (because right now he sounds like a jerk...he's definitely not!!) he just didn't want it to cause more problems for me through the rest of the summer. He wanted someone else to handle it, someone higher up and with more authority. I have no faith whatsoever in the system. It fails me on a pretty consistent basis and it's just pointless to even pretend to rely on the system. I end up looking like the whining girl who can't take the heat. And I am most definitely can take the heat.

I let it all out...quite literally. I was crying and screaming and probably swearing some and just exploded every pent of feeling of being the second rate second class citizen and inferior because I'm a girl on my husband. Poor guy, he doesn't get it. I don't think he ever will be able to. It's a girl thing, not something he'd ever experience, but it's okay because he sits and listens to me cry about it. He hates to see me cry. I feel bad because I cry...a lot.

So after this, we had a good talk. A really good talk. Dan mostly talked, and I listened. Hearing it though was so great because I really got to see how wonderful my husband really is, and how dang freakin lucky I am that he's mine forever. He has tried so hard in his life and made so many changes that I didn't even know about (before we even met) to make him the man he is today, the husband he is to me, and the father he will be one day. I love him and it's days like Wednesday that I'm reminded how truly grateful I am that he is in my life and the he chose me.

Marriage is hard. But it's the most worthwhile struggle and journey I've ever undertaken. It's the greatest joy in my life and the source of the most pain at times. I don't think it could be any other way, giving yourself wholeheartedly to another does that. It's complicated and wonderful. And it's worth it.

This is dumb. This is really really dumb.

Yes this is my Mother's day card to my momma. And yes it is near the end of June. And yes it did get returned to sender.

Would you like to know why it was returned to me? Well you see my momma is a very busy lady. Like very very busy. Probably too busy for her own good. That's beside the point. She was 4 days late paying for their PO box.
FOUR!! Four FREAKIN days!!!
When this happened, she called me and was telling me about it. I empathized because getting all your mail sent back super sucks, especially when there's bills and stuff in there. I didn't even think twice about the Mother's Day card I'd sent her. Now I have to get another envelope and another stamp and send it again. I should get a refund. A 45 cent refund to be exact.

I seriously hate the post office today. Why did they choose May to be efficient at their jobs?

We like to wrestle on Sundays

Often times these wrestling matches end with Dan getting elbowed in the head. All completely unintentional of course.

This last Sunday in particular I got pictures of it, which I might add is quite the difficult task.

This is how it always starts. Cute and cuddly. Then someone (usually me) pokes the other in a ticklish spot...and it's all downhill from there.

See what I mean...it's already started. 

Then Dan starts stealing the blankets! We were in the middle of washing the sheets or else I'm sure they would have ended up wrapped around someone at some point too.

The little stinker has the nerve to stick his tongue out at me!!

...which winds him up on the floor crying because I accidentally elbowed him the in forehead. Honestly this elbow throwing happens quite frequently and totally by accident. Poor Dan! It happened just tonight in fact, but we'll save that elbowing story for another day.

Said accidental elbowing then leads to the dragging on the floor. Seriously...Dan grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me off our bed and into the living room. Thank goodness I didn't get carpet burn or I would have been PISSED!!!

Drag-age destination: Living room

where I got rolled up in our blanket! Just like the dead body you're trying to dispose of!

And the best part....after the elbow throwing and wrapping up of dead bodies, he still gives me a kiss to make up :] 

We laugh...A LOT

Case in point: We're getting ready for bed, and I'm sure I made some smart alleck comment (we're already laughing at this point) and Dan says THAT'S IT! and starts to run around the bed to wrestle me. Well...he only made it around the corner before he totally tripped and biffed it onto the floor. He tripped on the phone charger that he had in his had.

So he crashed and burned straight into the floor. And I fell off the bed I was laughing so hard.

We laugh...a lot. And I want to remember these laughs. They keep us young.

The homeless and motorcyclists

Driving home from work wasn't really anything special. Just chug chug chuggin along and hoping that the miles would pass faster so I could see Dan. I'm sitting at the light at Parker road waiting for it to change. Directly in front of me is a guy on a motorcycle, only the light in the back isn't on. Odd.
After a few minutes (Parker is a pretty major street so the lights last forever), I can tell the bike isn't on, he's trying to kick start it or whatever, and it's clearly not working.

That's when I noticed the homeless guy (well...he can't be that homeless because he actually looked pretty clean, and was clean shaven-ish) walked over and helped him push his bike out of the road and onto the sidewalk. Impressed to say the least.

It actually kind of twinged at my heart a little just to see another human being helping someone out. Honestly, I'm not huge on giving out stuff to the people on the corners. Usually it's because I don't have any food and I'm not going to give them money, but today I really was ticked I didn't have any food. Not even a sandwich. I just felt like his good deed deserved some rewarding for himself. I don't know it just really struck me. Then the lady that was with the homeless guy helped the motor cycle guy, let him borrow her phone to call someone (see I don't think they're really homeless) and gave him some of her food.

It always makes me happy to see other people helping each other out. Like there's a reason to still have some faith in humanity.

Totally unrelated side note: Dan and I went on our very first pajama run since being married!! It was so fun. We took the Greer's with us, and it was nice to just do something spontaneous and share our little family tradition with someone else. We went to Burger King and each had an ice cream cone.
I still remember the first one I went on with Dan. We were staying at his parent's house for President's Day weekend, and I had just taken a shower. We were watching some TV and then Dan's parents come rushing in and say "pajama run!!" I was going to run upstairs and get my shoes (you have 30 seconds to get into the car) but Dan wouldn't let me! So he carried me out to the car. We went to McDonalds and all got ice cream cones. It was so fun!! I can't wait to do that with our kids one day. One day.

The Perfect Marriage

I've been wanting to write about this since yesterday but I didn't quite know how to say it. I still don't, but I can't get it out of my head and it really really needs to leave so I can focus on other things in my life.

The perfect marriage...what is it? Where does it start?

For me, it started right here...

For me, it started out as a forever kind of love, in the right kind of place, with the perfect man for me right by my side.

It was everything and more that I had dreamed about since I was a little girl. It's everything I had been taught in primary and throughout young women's unfolding right before my eyes.

It has been the greatest struggle of my entire life.
It has been the greatest blessing in my entire life.
It has been the greatest decision for my life.


In my eyes, the perfect marriage is the one you will go to hell and back for, the one you stay up all night fighting and crying for, and the one that at the end of the day, you're so so grateful you get to curl up next to them at night and sleep.

I tell Dan a lot that I'm the lucky one in this marriage, that I scored big and I definitely married up in all respects. I don't know that I tell him enough though. Our marriage is no where near perfect, but I wouldn't trade all the time we've had together and all the fights we've had for the world. Because after those fights, there's a sweet surrender and a realization that as angry and hurt as we might be, there's no where else I'd rather be in the entire world than right there with him, struggling and fighting and loving him, all at the same time. It's a complicated feeling. It's a complicated love.
Love is complicated. Period.

I really don't think they prepare you enough for marriage growing up. I know we all get the devotionals and the young womens/mens lessons about finding the right person and making sure you keep your standards high and date the people with your same values and standards, but I really don't think they teach you what to do after. After you find the right person. After you get married in the temple. After. It almost gets pushed off to the side and it kind of feels like they shove you out the doors and say good luck! Call us if you need anything!

I know this really isn't how it goes, and I'm definitely dramatizing it, but oblige me for a few minutes.

It seems like all around us, people we know, and even friends, are fighting and having trouble in their marriage. Quite honestly, I hate hearing about it. I don't mind being the listening ear that a friend needs, but it sucks to hear about that kind of stuff because then it gets me all worried about them, and to be frank, I don't have enough hours in the day to worry about myself and my marriage, and I definitely do not have the hours to worry about theirs. That sounds harsh, but I'm a straight forward kind of person.  I always have been.

Anyway, I listen and think to myself, there has to be some sort of program or class that you could go to before you get married. Like a marriage prep class. A legit one. I told Dan the other day (and don't get offended if I'm wrong) that if the Church held a class as sort of an "After the I do's" to open people's eyes into what marriage really is, I don't think nearly as many people would get divorced as do now. I mean, so much time and effort is taken to make sure you're prepared to go through the temple, why not a class to help prepare you for what married life is really like?

I love love love being married. It's by far the best decision I've ever made in my life. But it is hard. It is really freaking hard. And if you don't want it, if you don't need that relationship, that companionship in your life, you'll never make it. Forever is a really long time and that decision should not be made lightly. So much time and effort is put into teaching us to find the right person, and I think sometimes we get so caught up in that that we forget to be the right person for someone else. We forget those traits and qualities within ourselves.

I heard this quote somewhere, and I have absolutely loved it: You have to like yourself single if you're ever going to like yourself married.

I loved myself single (that sounds horrible, but roll with me). Ask any of my friends, I was happy and crazy and so completely comfortable with myself and who I am that I really didn't care what anyone else thought of me. I love myself married. I'm not nearly as crazy anymore, at least not in public. I still do some pretty weird things around the house and Dan just looks and me and laughs. I think he know's it's the Raegan and Abbie coming out in me. I still do not care what anyone thinks of me, and I'm happy.

I think the perfect marriage is one that you can be yourself in, the one that accepts you with all your flaws and all the imperfections, and still loves you just the same if not more. It's the one that compliments your strengths and weaknesses. It's the one where love grows deep within your soul each and every day. It's the one that encourages you to keep trying to keep pushing through the failures and the bumps in the road. It's the one that builds you up on the very worst of days. It's the one that does not accept failure as an option. It's the one that is centered and founded upon Christ.

Perfect is complicated. Perfect is negotiable. Perfect is whatever you make it. Perfect is perfect for you.

I love Dan more than words will ever be able to express. I hope my actions reflect even the smallest portion of the love I feel for him. He's my rock and strength, and if I have learned anything in this last year it's that I need him in my life and with him and the Lord on my side, I can conquer any mountain one step at a time. We're no where near perfect, but we're perfect for each other. And I wouldn't trade that love for the world.

Happy One Year Anniversary (one month and one day late :]).

And here's to many many more to come...

My life in pictures

Our good friend Trent decided it would be funny to fill in our "grateful" board for us a couple of Sunday's ago. Let's just say he thought he was pretty funny, and when I noticed it two days later I though it was pretty funny too.

My momma made this for us for our one year anniversary! The "H" was the cake topper on our wedding cake! I love shadow boxes, and this was just perfect. A nice little memory of our wedding. I love it!! Thanks Momma!!

Colorado has spiders. Lots of spiders. This nasty little guy made his way into my house. Not okay. Not okay at all. It sucked too (and I think this is the way it goes with all spiders) that you don't really notice it until you walk by, and then it scares the crap out of you! I jumped pretty high, and Dan was laughing. Thank goodness he was home though, so I didn't have to kill it! I was pretty determined to figure out which kind of spider it was too (weird I know) and after consulting his bug sheet, I think it was a wolf spider. Yuck!

Don't mind a picture of the bottom of my foot. I have this pretty legit Red Sox hat that my dad got me at Fenway, and it has an adjustable strap in the back. This particular strap is metal. I stepped on it. It busted my heel open. No joke. I was honestly shocked because number 1: I step on things all the time and pretty much never cut my foot; and number 2: the metal piece is so dull it wouldn't even stick in the wall if I chucked it at the wall. So I was pretty shocked. But luckily it closed up wicked fast and it hasn't gotten infected at all! Woot woot!

Poor Dan! He works so hard all week and every Sunday, without fail, we come home from Church, eat lunch, pick a movie to watch, and he passes out right about 2 pm until at least 4. Me on the other hand, I can't nap. I couldn't resist taking a picture because he just looks so cute, all tired and exhausted (don't mind my doting wife comment just now!).

 This is my fridge. It's flooded with wedding announcements. Well not really flooded, I guess it could be worse, but seriously 8 announcements is a little crazy! I texted this picture to Abbie and just laughed because there are so so many!! We had a good laugh about it. I'm sure there will be a few more added by the end of the summer, but I'm not holding my breath for it.

 I've come to the conclusion that our car rarely has problems during the school year because it only has problems during the summer when we're beating up on it and racking up the miles on it. Last summer, it was an engine mount and the A/C. This summer, it's the alternator. Luckily we have some good friends that had all the tools and after a couple of hours, we had the alternator fixed. Then the car wouldn't start. Great. Really freaking great. At this point I was pretty pissed and just wishing we would've paid the couple hundred bucks to take it in and have it fixed. Well my husband is nothing short of a genius! Thanks to his physics class at EA, he was able to figure out the problem! When they were taking out the old alternator, they hadn't taken off the positive side of the battery so the alternator was sparking. Turns out that that sparking blew out the battery fuse. 3 hrs and $3 later, the car was working again!! Yay for physics classes and for $3 battery fuses.

This is more from the hail storm last week. This was the hail that had gathered on our porch. Dime size. It was crazy!!

Running running

A friend at work showed me this website. If anyone knows me, I love to run when I'm upset or angry.  And generally speaking I like to run to keep my heart and lungs (and the rest of my body) healthy. But...I suck  at it. No joke. I never quite figured out how to breathe so I always sound like I'm dying even though I feel fine.

Well....I found a solution!! And honestly, I'm feeling pretty good at it. It's called the couch potato to 5 k. It breaks it down by weeks and has you alternate between running and walking. I'm super stoked about it. I tried it this morning and I felt great! I didn't feel crappy or horrible or like I couldn't breathe, but I felt like I could actually do it! Maybe I'm just on that high of starting a new work out, but so far, I'm pretty excited about it.

Check it out for yourself: Couch Potato to 5K

I'll keep you posted on how this running thing works out, but if it all works out according to plan, I will be running 3 miles solidly by the middle of August!!

Stay tuned.

Photo Dump

I made Dan breakfast this morning. It was supposed to be an omelet. It's pitiful. But Dan said it tasted pretty delicious, minus the bacon bits that I forgot to add in. Oops!

Saturday mornings are a little rough, especially when I have to work. Instead of going to work at 2 in the afternoon, I have to be there at 9 am, which also means I have to be out the door by 830. Rough. So this last Saturday, I was dying before I even headed out the door. I stopped at the Circle K to get a 32 oz Dew. I had that downed by 10. And I was dying even more. So Greg King had to go out and do a bee service and got me another 44 oz Dew. I had so much caffeine in my system that I wasn't hungry, and that night my stomach was killin!! Ugh, let's just say I swore off the dew for the next couple of weeks, and I'll stick to 44 oz at the max!

Speaking of trying new dinner recipes, I found this on pinterest and decided to try it. It was AMAZING!! I really am looking forward to the next time I can make it. It was that good, and had so many vegetables that I don't normally eat, but they were delicious!

Remember 2 posts ago, the epic hail storm...yeah this was it. It was insane. This wasn't even halfway through the hail palooza! It seriously looked like the ground was covered in snow.

More photo dump-age to come soon.

Cleaning

So here's my life this summer: work one week, home the next week.
I work close to or over 50 hours every week.
Let's just say that by the time that work week is over, my house is a catastrophic mess.

Today, I cleaned it up. Well the kitchen at least. I finally broke down and got some dishwasher soap. I had Dan go buy some for me, and I forgot how useful the dishwasher is. I had sink loads of dishes and stacked on the counters. Don't judge. But in 1.5 hrs, they were all clean! And while they were washing, I was able to clean all the counters and the floors! Kitchen = CLEAN! SUCCESS!

Now onto the bedroom, which may or may not happen tonight.

Oh...any good dinner recipes, shoot them my way please :] I'm getting bored of the dinner things I've made over the last year and I want to switch it up, especially now while it's just the two of us. We're not picky and we LOVE food!!

Baseball caps and t-shirts

I've been meaning to blog for quite some time now. There's all kinds of things to blog about here in Denver, but let's just chalk it all up to the fact that I work too much...especially right now.

Denver has been great so far, but definitely not what we had expected out of the summer. I guess you win some and you lose some. Honestly it's just a little frustrating when you plan things and then it just doesn't work out that way. It's okay, don't get me wrong, we're happy, but it's just a little frustrating. The frustration comes to a culminating point every so often and I just break down. Two nights ago this happened. I just couldn't take it anymore...I'm working on a coping mechanism, but haven't quite managed to find one that works for me.

Basically it just came down to the fact that I miss Dan. We've been so go go go ever since we got married. We left for Texas, I left for school, Dan was working 3 jobs (I still can't believe he did that!), and then I got into the nursing program, Dan left on recruiting trips to Idaho frequently, and then we came to Denver. I started working...50+ hrs a week. It's just been so so busy and honestly I feel like we lost each other a little bit. We're happy, don't get me wrong, but I just miss being friends and having time to just hang out with each other.

As much as it sucks, I think this has been good for us though to really decide what we want to do. We made some life directional decisions and have a rough outline of what we're doing after this summer.

Dan got accepted to UVU! So he's going back to school in the fall...maybe. He hasn't quite decided because originally he was going to have to take placement tests and stuff by the 15 of June to be accepted, and obviously that one wasn't going to happen. At that point, we had pretty much decided he'd take a class or two just to get back into the groove of school, work some and then start during the winter semester. So being accepted was definitely a blessing, but now it's the toss up...what do we do? Dan wants to get a full time job, take a class or two and get us settled back into a home that we'll be in for the next year or two. Let's face it, I'll be doing clinicals, and I pretty much will not have a life so any settling in will not get done by me.

Life has been good to us though. We just celebrated our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!! (well...it was almost a month ago) I'm still not sure how I feel about that though. It went way too fast. Lucky for me I have forever with that man and I'm so so excited for all of it. We're happy, we're healthy, and I really don't have too much to complain about. I wish I blogged more, but I'm working on it. We've had some seriously funny things happen to us lately but for the life of me I can't remember a single one of them. So as they come to my head I'll jot them on this post. It's my catch all right now, so if you read all the way through...props my friend, props.

One that I do remember though is on Wednesday there was a killer storm moving in through Denver and according to the weather lady all it was supposed to be was 50 mph winds from about 5-9 pm. No big deal. Well high speed winds is a HUGE deal apparently when it's combined with rain and hail! Luckily at work it just rained so I didn't have to worry about the hail aspect when driving home, but the boys had basketball that night. It was sprinkling when I got home around 10 and Dan and I left for the Church at 1015 at the latest and it was pouring already! After 3 games (they only go to 9 pts) I was ready for bed (it's 11 mind you and 730 just always seems to creep up on me earlier than the day before). Being the good husband that he is, Dan said okay and we left, only this time the rain was coming down in buckets. There are no words to describe the amount of rain that was falling from the sky. We made it home just fine, after all a little rain never killed anyone. After about 10 minutes of being home, believe it or not the rain came down even harder and was much much louder. I went outside on our balcony to check it out and then noticed it actually look like it was hailing. Sure enough dime size hail was cascading down the roof of the apts and it actually looked like snow on the ground. Quite a bit made it onto our porch. I was honestly shocked and worried about our car (there's no covered parking anywhere in the complex unless you have a garage). It was super crazy and cool at the same time. Luckily it stopped hailing after 20 or so minutes and went back to rain, but it was nuts!

I've been pretty lucky that I haven't seen too much wildlife activity in my apt, and by wildlife I mean spiders. Well I was thinking to myself it's been so great and wonderful that I've really only seen one cricket (which seriously scared me to death--pathetic). I picked up Dan's lunch box and set in on the counter and a huge wolf spider crawled up the side! I dropped it and just screamed! It scared the poop outta me! Dan killed it of course and that was the end of it. Later that day I was washing the sheets and we had a little spider crawling in our bed!! I flipped...again...and killed it by myself but at that point I was like this is not okay! Not okay! I texted Jed (the branch manager in Denver) and told him I NEEDED my apt sprayed asap because spiders are not okay, at all! Especially not in my bed!

It's been a pretty busy summer so far. I can't believe it's already June! I just want things to slow down a little bit, but at the same time I want to get back into school. It's a little pathetic but I kind of miss studying a ton for tests because I just love learning about the body. It's probably a good thing I chose nursing to go into.

As for the rest of the summer, I've decided I'm going to be Happy. I know that seems like a silly thing to decide but I've just been miserable lately. Dan and I both have. I try to stay positive but I'm just miserable and frustrated with life in general. We were watching a clip on youtube about a guy who has no arms and no legs. I don't remember his last name, but his first name is Nick, and he's from Australia. He has the best attitude and watching that video just helped me to realize happiness is a state of mind and a choice. It's choosing to be happy when everything around you tells you otherwise. It choosing to be happy amidst the struggles, and choosing to be happy when at the end of the day you'd rather cry than smile. It's okay to get down, but don't get stuck in a rut. Just be happy. This life is the greatest blessing and I for one want to be happy and enjoy it.

It's a baseball cap and t shirt kind of day and I'm happy about that. :]

Cool little happening of the day

Dan and some of the other salesman took their lunch break and went to do Initiatories at the temple today. Well on their way out, guess who they saw....Jimmer Fredette and his beautiful new bride taking pictures. Too cool. He even said that one of them got to hold some of the flowers while they were setting up for some pictures. Cool cool cool.

Oh...and one of my great friends Megan Haymore got married to Marcus Fenn today too. What a wonderful day for wedded-ness! That's not even a word, whatever. Oh and to top off all this wedded bliss, I'm going to a reception tonight for another friend here in Denver.

Bring on the sunshine and bring on the good times...and the weddings!