Ok. I know you people read our blog. You constantly "talk" to us about it, and you know events in our lives.. so.. COMMENT ALREADY!!
It is so depressing to blog, knowing full well that you have readers, and never recieve comments.
Those of you waiting on Ab to make some profound and interesting blog.. keep waiting. His personal blog has not been updated in almost a year. I have tormented him about it and still.. NO BLOG. I apologize. Also, I have a personal blog. That cute little link on the right that says Brandi. I know you read that too. COMMENT!!
Sorry for the rant.
Good news. Today is my last day of work!!!!! How exciting. Yes, i'll go back at some point. No idea to what yet, but i'll go back. I'm not made to stay at home all day. Especially since the hubby already does that. We love each other, but that much time.. Hello. We are human.
Jamie lands in 18 hours. I'm pumped.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
All about us...
So I totally swiped this from someone else's blog, but.. it was cute so I decided to take it as my own.
Who is your man? Ab
How long have you been together? Married 6 months...
How long dated? 4 years in Feb
How old is your man? 27
Who eats more? Probably him
Who said "I love you" first? Ab did...
Who is taller? Me!! and I LOVE pointing that out to him.. he hates it
Who sings better? Ab.. I can NOT carry a tune
Who is smarter? Depends on what aspect... books- him. Day-to-day stuff.. ME
Whose temper is worse? Mine.. by far. It's scary!
Who does the laundry? We both do, but him mostly these days
Who takes out the garbage? I do. I'm the only one that manages to smell the stink and notice that it is OVERFLOWING
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Depends on which way you are looking at it
Who pays the bills? Him, I just write a check
Who is better with the computer? Ab. I dont even know how to defrag or reformat stuff (Shhhh don't tell the boss though)
Who mows the lawn? Neither one of us. That is the beauty of apt living
Who cooks dinner? I do most of the time
Who drives when you are together? Him. Always
Who pays when you go out? Doesn't really matter. It's all the same money
Who is most stubborn? Again. This is def me. Hands down
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Tough one
Whose parents do you see the most? Neither. They are both 1200 miles away
Who kissed who first? I kissed him.. he wussed out
Who asked who out? Again.. this was ALL Me
Who proposed? He did. Almost a year ago now
Who is more sensitive? Depends on the topic
Who has more friends? It think we have an equal amount of friends and we share them.
Who has more siblings? Well it's the same if you count step-siblings, but after next summer Ab will have me beat by a sister
Who wears the pants in the family? Ab for sure, he just likes to let me think I wear the pants... what a nice guy
Who is your man? Ab
How long have you been together? Married 6 months...
How long dated? 4 years in Feb
How old is your man? 27
Who eats more? Probably him
Who said "I love you" first? Ab did...
Who is taller? Me!! and I LOVE pointing that out to him.. he hates it
Who sings better? Ab.. I can NOT carry a tune
Who is smarter? Depends on what aspect... books- him. Day-to-day stuff.. ME
Whose temper is worse? Mine.. by far. It's scary!
Who does the laundry? We both do, but him mostly these days
Who takes out the garbage? I do. I'm the only one that manages to smell the stink and notice that it is OVERFLOWING
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Depends on which way you are looking at it
Who pays the bills? Him, I just write a check
Who is better with the computer? Ab. I dont even know how to defrag or reformat stuff (Shhhh don't tell the boss though)
Who mows the lawn? Neither one of us. That is the beauty of apt living
Who cooks dinner? I do most of the time
Who drives when you are together? Him. Always
Who pays when you go out? Doesn't really matter. It's all the same money
Who is most stubborn? Again. This is def me. Hands down
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Tough one
Whose parents do you see the most? Neither. They are both 1200 miles away
Who kissed who first? I kissed him.. he wussed out
Who asked who out? Again.. this was ALL Me
Who proposed? He did. Almost a year ago now
Who is more sensitive? Depends on the topic
Who has more friends? It think we have an equal amount of friends and we share them.
Who has more siblings? Well it's the same if you count step-siblings, but after next summer Ab will have me beat by a sister
Who wears the pants in the family? Ab for sure, he just likes to let me think I wear the pants... what a nice guy
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Yea.. you know you wanna go
If most of you are like me, the thought of going to the gym and working out makes you cringe. Probably more than cringe. I HATE WORKING OUT. I always have. You have to get ready, drive down there, find a machine (this is a true task in most gyms.. especially if you observe that whole personal space rule), and then actually do something. You have to start making those muscles that you have neglected for so long burn and ache with every second you are there. Well....
In an effort to get into better shape... or as we like to say "back to our fighting weights", Ab and I have joined a gym. Now. This is not just any ol' gym. You know we don't roll like that. This gym is something special, something spectacular, it has the ability to make us actually LOOK FORWARD to going. Yep, the girl who hates the gym actually looks forward to her next visit. Why you ask? No, no.. it has nothing to do with the crack in the water... The gym has everything, and I really do mean everything. If you don't believe me check it out
www.lifetimefitness.com
I have to say sorry to my readers in OK.. or should I say nee ner nee ner nee ner.. you dont have one!! HA!
Jealous?? I think you should be
In an effort to get into better shape... or as we like to say "back to our fighting weights", Ab and I have joined a gym. Now. This is not just any ol' gym. You know we don't roll like that. This gym is something special, something spectacular, it has the ability to make us actually LOOK FORWARD to going. Yep, the girl who hates the gym actually looks forward to her next visit. Why you ask? No, no.. it has nothing to do with the crack in the water... The gym has everything, and I really do mean everything. If you don't believe me check it out
www.lifetimefitness.com
I have to say sorry to my readers in OK.. or should I say nee ner nee ner nee ner.. you dont have one!! HA!
Jealous?? I think you should be
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
It's all Lori's fault...
Last Saturday was the first "official" Saturday of college football. My husband has been pumped about this day for a while. Why... I am not sure. Last I checked OSU pretty much sucked, but he is loyal. You can NOT fault a boy for that. Seeing as how I have NOOOOOO interest in watching most football games (yes.. there are exceptions) Lori, Nici, and I decided that shopping was a MUCH better choice for us. With that said we loaded up the car and drove to Park City. Now, usually I am not a sucker for expensive items... especially items that you can PROBABLY find in other stores, but..... Lori made me.
Welcome.... the new member of the family. Yes. I welcomed a purse into the family. I mean crap. The thing cost more than the little white yapper at my front door right now. But.. not only did I buy a new member of the family.
I bought it's baby. How cute huh?
Now. I know what you're thinking. Lime green?? Yes. I love it. If you don't, you can go stick it somewhere.
Ab was really enthusiastic about my new purse. Can you tell??
Sometimes a girl must pamper herself.. and if anyone asks... Lori made me do it. HA!!
Welcome.... the new member of the family. Yes. I welcomed a purse into the family. I mean crap. The thing cost more than the little white yapper at my front door right now. But.. not only did I buy a new member of the family.
I bought it's baby. How cute huh?
Now. I know what you're thinking. Lime green?? Yes. I love it. If you don't, you can go stick it somewhere.
Ab was really enthusiastic about my new purse. Can you tell??
Sometimes a girl must pamper herself.. and if anyone asks... Lori made me do it. HA!!
Friday, August 3, 2007
What a slap in the face...
So as I sat in my office this morning feeling sorry for myself b/c of my circumstances at work, I had to ask myself a question: Why did I take this job in the first place??
Great question. I'll be honest. Before I ever even interviewed for this job, I had every intention of not taking it. Ab and I had discoved that it was bit more of a commute than we liked, and the offering salary was.. decent at best. I left the interview feeling content that I was making the right decision to just pass and continue with all of the interviews I had planned. Within 30 minutes of leaving the interview I received a phone call with the job offer. I told them I would be in touch and headed off to my next interview. Before I pulled into the parking lot, I received a call from my interviewer saying he was sick-- stomach flu and we'd have to re-schedule.
The next day, Saturday, I received an email from the church people. They knew I had health benefits through Ab's job, so they swapped out health benefits for a HUGE jump in salary. Sweet! Ab and I decided this would be great.(I turned down roughly 6 other employers for this chance) I mean.. money does talk, regardless of what some people say. We talked Monday and worked out the details.
All of that to say... I believe that God had his hand in my job search. My heart and head may not have been in the right place, but God is the puppet-master. I don't mean that disresectfully either. He helps guide us to the decisions he knows we will make, but helps us come to them.
After deciding how I came across this job and what lead me to work here, God and I had this conversation. It began with his question in his Oh So Loving and Fatherly tone:
God: But WHY did you take this job?
Me: I guess I wanted to serve..
God: So... Aren't you doing that?
Me: Yes, but..
God: What?
Me: It's hard, there are a few people that suck, and I hate the drive, and ..
God: *yawn*
Me: Hey! That's valid!! (pathetic huh?) And THAT is when I felt as though I had been slapped in the face.
It's not always about what we can gain from our surroundings. I'm serving. I love the feeling of knowing that I helped. In every situation in life there are going to be people who make us want to strangle them. In some instances more than a few, but it is SOOO rewarding and SOO worth it to know that you helped someone. And believe it or not.. There is SOMETHING here I'm supposed to learn, and someone here I am going to help. God will not prepare me to move forward until I have accomplished the "right now" task he has for me. Crazy huh?
It's funny looking back. It was that way in OK too. I let a couple of people SOUR my feelings for my job, for my work. I couldn't look past how miserable they made me. The day I wrote my resignation letter (the first time.. in Nov) I had it printed. I was soo pumped to turn it in and walk away... then I was called into a meeting. They wanted me to be P Mark's new assistant. Really?!? Wow. I shredded the letter. I knew that there was somethign I was SUPPOSED to learn, to accomplish, help with. Working for Mark was one of the MOST FUN jobs I've ever had. Any of you that know him... know this is a true statement. He LOVES people. He lives, breathes, and walks in faith and love. Working for him helped me realize what true service is. Someday, I wanna be like Mark. I hope to be.. maybe not in the pastoral sense, but I want that drive, that passion. I want to influence people in a positive way.
So with that slap in the face came surrender. I'm going to do my job. Do it as best I can, and when my "right now" task is finished here God will open a door for me elsewhere.
Great question. I'll be honest. Before I ever even interviewed for this job, I had every intention of not taking it. Ab and I had discoved that it was bit more of a commute than we liked, and the offering salary was.. decent at best. I left the interview feeling content that I was making the right decision to just pass and continue with all of the interviews I had planned. Within 30 minutes of leaving the interview I received a phone call with the job offer. I told them I would be in touch and headed off to my next interview. Before I pulled into the parking lot, I received a call from my interviewer saying he was sick-- stomach flu and we'd have to re-schedule.
The next day, Saturday, I received an email from the church people. They knew I had health benefits through Ab's job, so they swapped out health benefits for a HUGE jump in salary. Sweet! Ab and I decided this would be great.(I turned down roughly 6 other employers for this chance) I mean.. money does talk, regardless of what some people say. We talked Monday and worked out the details.
All of that to say... I believe that God had his hand in my job search. My heart and head may not have been in the right place, but God is the puppet-master. I don't mean that disresectfully either. He helps guide us to the decisions he knows we will make, but helps us come to them.
After deciding how I came across this job and what lead me to work here, God and I had this conversation. It began with his question in his Oh So Loving and Fatherly tone:
God: But WHY did you take this job?
Me: I guess I wanted to serve..
God: So... Aren't you doing that?
Me: Yes, but..
God: What?
Me: It's hard, there are a few people that suck, and I hate the drive, and ..
God: *yawn*
Me: Hey! That's valid!! (pathetic huh?) And THAT is when I felt as though I had been slapped in the face.
It's not always about what we can gain from our surroundings. I'm serving. I love the feeling of knowing that I helped. In every situation in life there are going to be people who make us want to strangle them. In some instances more than a few, but it is SOOO rewarding and SOO worth it to know that you helped someone. And believe it or not.. There is SOMETHING here I'm supposed to learn, and someone here I am going to help. God will not prepare me to move forward until I have accomplished the "right now" task he has for me. Crazy huh?
It's funny looking back. It was that way in OK too. I let a couple of people SOUR my feelings for my job, for my work. I couldn't look past how miserable they made me. The day I wrote my resignation letter (the first time.. in Nov) I had it printed. I was soo pumped to turn it in and walk away... then I was called into a meeting. They wanted me to be P Mark's new assistant. Really?!? Wow. I shredded the letter. I knew that there was somethign I was SUPPOSED to learn, to accomplish, help with. Working for Mark was one of the MOST FUN jobs I've ever had. Any of you that know him... know this is a true statement. He LOVES people. He lives, breathes, and walks in faith and love. Working for him helped me realize what true service is. Someday, I wanna be like Mark. I hope to be.. maybe not in the pastoral sense, but I want that drive, that passion. I want to influence people in a positive way.
So with that slap in the face came surrender. I'm going to do my job. Do it as best I can, and when my "right now" task is finished here God will open a door for me elsewhere.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Holy Holiday??
In honor of the Mormon's Holy Holiday- Pioneer Day. I present you with a video. I heard this song on the radio this morning. I found it fitting. Enjoy.
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