How many fingers am I holding up?

The nursing exam is over. Thank goodness! And to make that even better, I got a 93% on the test! Woot woot!! After Dan picked me up from the test, we got some food and went to get sealant at Home Depot for our table!!! <--As you can see, I'm pretty significantly excited about this last one.

We get home and were super exhausted from the food, and when we get tired, we start giggling about all the silly little things in the world. And so ensued a tickle fight of sorts, which ended with more laughing. So then I was poking Dan in the chest (he had his eyes closed...supposedly) and he kept smacking my hand with his when I'd go to poke him. Then I realized he didn't really have his eyes closed, so I did the only logical thing there was to prevent this: put the pillow on his head.

And just to test and make sure he really couldn't see, I asked the question:
How many fingers am I holding up? (2)
Two.
How did you know?! Okay let's try again...How many fingers am I holding up? (4)
Four.

Now at this point I knew he just HAD to be looking! No one get's two guesses in a row right unless you can see! Well...he's a good guesser. Haha I really was a little freaked out because he got both of them right, but he definitely couldn't see through the pillows.

We started to watch a movie, and very very quickly, he fell asleep.

I love moments like this.

Grown up problems

Never mind that I'm supposed to take a nursing test in 2 hours, I needed to get this off my chest a little bit. Its been bugging me ever since it first started talking about it...yesterday.

Dan called from work (he just started a new job at a bank!!) and was asking me a few questions about the different benefits we wanted to use. One of them was life insurance.
Number 1. I've never even thought about it. We're young and healthy, and life insurance is for old people anyway. WRONG.
Number 2. I have no idea how much we would need because we really don't have a lot of expenses right now anyway. LEGITIMATE.
Number 3. I hate hate HATE dealing with big kid grown up issues because all the possibilities you're supposed to prepare for are too scary. IRRATIONAL...possibly.

So naturally I called my mom, because Dan only had a few minutes to talk (he was on his lunch break) before he had to get back to work. We talked about it, and I just got more and more creeped and nervous as we kept talking. I don't ever ever ever want to think about the possibility of Dan dying, not until we're old and decrepid and can't hardly get up out of our rocking chairs.

Unfortunately, you can't always bank on that hope, especially when the all too clear reality in this family stares you right in the face. It's already happened once. It's all just a little too real for me to think about sometimes. I don't know how anyone is supposed to make it through that, but they do. I've seen that one first hand, and she's one of THE strongest people I know. I love and admire her so so much.

But alas, it's time to grow up. I was able to figure out a little bit more what we would need so we could actually figure out a logical number that we should invest in. I still cringe at the thought of ever needing it at this point in our lives, but the fact of the matter is we never know when we're leaving this life, and luck (as it so happens) favors the prepared. I guess it's good to be a boy scout on this one (always be prepared).

That's my rant. Now I'll get back to studying.

Cross fit

Pinterest has given me a solution to combat all the delicious recipes I find on there. It might have just given me a way to exercise without feeling guilty that I should be studying instead (nursing school problems).

Welcome to future: http://calicrossfit.blogspot.com/

She's amazing (the mama that created this blog). I just did it today (actually got done 5 minutes ago), and although I'm embarrassed to admit it because it shows how out of shape I really am, I completed it all in 24:36. You're supposed to do it in 20 minutes or faster ideally, but I've got to start somewhere. The second 800 m was KILLER, but I walked some and pushed through the last 800 m.

Try it out, and let me know what you think of it!

Imagine

We're taking pictures in two weeks, and I could not be more ecstatic. I wish it would come faster...and much much sooner.

I hear this song though and all I can think about it taking cute romantic pictures with my handsome mister. The little still shots you see from old cameras...yeah those ones.

And I picture us walking through a big open field with the wind blowing. Maybe a field like this...

Incredibly romantic.

Nursing school...

...may be the death of me.

This is how I feel pretty much every day.

And then don't even get me started on the answers to tests...

They should put a warning label on the applications--NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.

Killing me slowly. And I still come back from school every day more excited about the things I've learned. It's just a little sick and wrong. And I'm loving every minute of it.

Except the ones where I'm up at 430 driving to Salt Lake...but that's another matter entirely.

MOTAB Pandora

I went for a jog last night as part of this new little lifestyle change I've started. It was great, just a quick 20 minute jog around the block. But as I turned the first corner, my Pandora switched from my upbeat/loud "Call Me Maybe" radio (don't judge...it's catchy) to MoTab. I looked down and almost changed it. I really have to get out of my own head to run, and didn't think MoTab would cut it, but for some reason I decided to just leave it. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe I could find some peace.

I definitely found the peace. It was way more relaxing than any run I've ever gone on. As I turned the last corner, pretty much a straight shot home, this song came on by Hilary Weeks. She's one of my favs to listen to on Sunday getting ready for Church.

This song hit home, not only to recognize the Savior's hand in my life, but also on a much deeper note. My grandma passed away Tuesday, very peacefully, and from what I've heard from my mom, she looked like she had just sat down in her chair to take a nap. This part makes me happy because she didn't suffer, and she was with my Grandpa again. But I don't think it really hit me until I was listening to that song last night. I just sat on my porch steps and cried for a minute. I miss that little lady. And if there's one thing I regret, it's not taking Dan over to see her when we were down in Arizona in February. I tell him so many stories about her, so hopefully that will suffice through this lifetime till he can meet her in the next.

Point being, the Lord's hand is in my life. He blesses me so tremendously and I don't say thank you enough. He knows what I need, and when I need it. How do you even begin to measure that kind of love?