So I've been thinking about this particular post for the last couple days but I held off cause of that stupid thing I said about all the post titles being quotes from my quote wall. See the problem is my quote wall is at home...and I usually post while I'm at school. I HAVE A STUDENT TEACHER! Don't judge! I finally thought of the perfect title...which ended up being a quote...and all too true. If you don't like cheese...stop here.
The past few weeks as I've dutifully checked facebook every 15 seconds (again...student teacher...don't judge) I've seen a bunch of my friends posting all these awesome pictures of them doing stuff with their other friends. Not gonna lie...it made me a little sad. I wanted to be in those pictures. :( I started wondering why I wasn't included when I realized the "problem"...although we've made it a point to stay in touch and still hang out (which we do and I love every minute that we do)...I've got the married disease with the symptoms of no more daily/weekly hanging out with my besties. (No one is allowed to be sorry for anything at this point. This isn't a 'feel bad because of this, that or the other' post)
I sat at my desk sadly for all of about 2 minutes when I got a mental slap in the face. I realized that I had no reason to be sad or depressed. I may not hang out with my "besties" all that much anymore...but I get to hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world. Joe is seriously my best friend in the whole world and I absolutely adore every waking minute we get to spend together.
We finally get to go on our honeymoon in a week and 1 day and I think I'm more excited to do that than anything I've ever looked forward to...that I can think of. I'm sure Joe will read this and think of something I was more excited to do. Point is...I'm SUPER excited. I'm excited to go on a cruise (I've never been). I'm excited to be outside in the sun! I'm excited to go to a bunch of beautiful places! I'm excited to have an endless supply of food at my fingertips 24/7! But the thing I'm most excited about is spending the 9 days with my adorable, fun and amazing husband. No jobs, no phones, no computers, no people (that we know...I realize there will be people there thank you very much) and no distractions to keep us from having the time of our lives. Best. Vacation. Ever!
Point of this post? I love my hubsband more than anything in the world...and I wanted the whole world (or rather...the three people that actually read my blog) to know.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
The story of us.
Okay...so that's not a quote from my quote wall. 2nd post ever and I've already broken a rule. Oh well. So I decided it's story time. I'm going to post an email that I sent out...most of you probably got it...about the story of me and Joe. I know...lame post...get over it. :)
Hey guys! So A lot of you have been asking about me and Joe and what our story is. I know it’s weird because a lot of people didn’t even know we were dating. So…here’s the story. Enjoy! Once Upon a Time…(couldn’t resist…sorry!) I lived in Orem. I started my job teaching and it was the first time I really lived out on my own…the two summers previous didn’t really count in my opinion… I finally got to know people in my ward and was feeling comfortable with where I was at in life. I went to church one day and when I made it to Sunday School there was a new guy there. He was HUGE and very intimidating looking, but we were late for some reason (this was two years ago…so I can’t remember details…but who cares really?) and there were seats next to this guy. Jenny made me sit by the new guy and she and I proceeded to giggle and make obnoxious comments to each other about the Sunday School lesson. (mature, I know) Well this big HUGE guy kept glaring at us (he claims he was just looking at us…I swear I remember a glare). Sunday School ends, story over. Apparently this drew his attention and he thought I was cute. I was oblivious. He slowly got up the courage to talk to me and come to find out he lived in the same building as me, kitty corner. He’d come over occasionally, but I wasn’t interested…and I also didn’t really get it. I didn’t realize he liked me. Months went by with teaching, pipe banding, familying, etc and nothing happened. This whole time he was admiring me from a distance (wow..that sounds conceded) and trying to work up the courage to ask me out. One night he sent me a text and did just that. Asked me out. I didn’t get it (I’m dumb) and thought he just wanted to go hang out. Finally he had to tell me he wanted to go on a date with me and take me to dinner. I reluctantly agreed as I was interested in someone else at the time. Somehow, for some reason the date ended up getting cancelled and I never called back to re-line it up. He gave up and life went on.
Eventually I decided to make the big girl decision to buy a house and found my cozy little condo in Springville. Joe decided to move to Texas for work. The end of the Susan/Joe story? Apparently not quite. I moved and settled in down where I am and was pretty happy with life. Joe meanwhile moved to Texas, work sucked and he moved home to live with his parents in Missouri. Later, he told me that he dated other girls but ended up dumping them because they weren’t me (sweet and sappy…but it’s cute…don’t lie). As he couldn’t get over me (again! So conceded!!!) he moved to Facebook stalking. Hee hee. Creepy? Meh…not really. He wasn’t that bad. He would comment on statuses and pictures and that was about it. There was an occasional chat session that usually lasted about an hour. He kept my attention and didn’t let me forget him. I actually found myself trying to post statuses to get him to comment, etc. I liked the attention.
Well, back in January Joe decided to try something new and he texted me. I responded and he replied…needless to say…we became attached (at the phone). We’ve texted each other every single day since then, morning, recess, lunch, prep time and after school until bedtime. (I think he said we sent over 20,000 texts in the month of February…yeah…we’re awesome) Don’t worry…I’m not basing my marriage off facebook and texting! He calls as well and we talk for hours. Well at the beginning of March he asked me to take a chance to come see him in person out in Missouri. I thought a Spring Break vacation sounded fun, so I said oky-doky and booked a plane ticket. Meanwhile, we continued to get more and more attached (as much as you can via phone I guess...) and he decided he needed to come out to Utah before Spring Break. He came out over conference weekend and I met him face to face for the first time in two years on Friday. Things went GREAT! We had dinner, hung out all night, went to conference the next morning then the aquarium and hung out together more and got to know each other better in real life. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and when he left Tuesday night to go back home I was beside myself. I really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of that week without him! (Again…pour on the cheese). The funny thing was, my flight went out the following Saturday!
We went back to our usual schedule of texting each other. As we were texting he started dropping hints about wanting to be with me “for a REALLY long time” and we starting making a list of things we wanted to do together and it’s “definitely going to take us at LEAST fifty years”. You get the idea. I knew something was coming and so starting trying to assess my feelings and decide if it was more than a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that I wanted.
I flew out to Missouri last Friday. I’ll spare you the nitty gritty details, but I met his family, we hung out, we went to church sites and I came to realize during my time out there that I couldn’t imagine NOT being with him. He’s treated me fantastically and has always been honest with me. I feel like I’ve known him for years…which…technically, I have…but I think you know what I mean. Of course I’m realizing all this while I’m there in Missouri. I wondered if he’d propose while I was out there, because of the hints he’d dropped, but didn’t dare hope or think he would. The whole thing still seemed a little surreal. “This type of thing doesn’t happen to me” I thought.
Well, amidst all the church history site touring and card game playing vacation, we made plans to go up to Nauvoo (about 3 ½ hours away) and do a temple session. You have to call ahead of time to set up an appointment, so he set it up for 5 pm, which seemed a little late to me, but whatever…he was boss on this vacation. We headed up there around nine, went to Carthage then over to Nauvoo. We wandered the historical sites and listened to the little old missionaries tell us all about everything.
Funny thing, the night before I decided I should probably make a decision of whether I wanted to marry him so I could have an answer if he asked. Call it cheesy, but I figured it would be so memorable if he proposed in Nauvoo and both mom and roommates (who I had been texting this whole time) said they thought he’d do it in Nauvoo. I realized I had slowly fallen in love with him and if he asked I would definitely say yes! Anywho…back to the story…
Well, as we wandered the sites, we had one missionary couple ask if we were married and when we said no they scolded us. (Hmmm…can I take a hint?) So we go up to the temple, get changed and meet up in the chapel. As we’re sitting there waiting for the session to start the temple president guy (whoever it is that greets you at the beginning of the session) came up and asked us if we’d be the witness couple. Well…we told him we weren’t married and we got a second scolding for not being married. (Hint number 2…TAKEN!!!) We did the session and when it was over we decided to meet up outside. He beat me out and waited for me by the flowerbed. He distracted me by making me look out over the Mississippi river at the sunset (CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and when I turned around he was down on one knee. The rest is history. Needless to say, he basically had to hold me up as we walked to the car because I could barely walk. Ha ha ha!
So there it is! The story of me and Joe. I absolutely adore him and am excited to spend the rest of forever with him. He’s an absolute blast to hang out with and I think you’ll all love him too. He’ll be moving out to Utah on May 4th and we’re getting married in Nauvoo on October 18th. I’m super excited and hope I didn’t bore you with all the details! Love you all!!!
Hey guys! So A lot of you have been asking about me and Joe and what our story is. I know it’s weird because a lot of people didn’t even know we were dating. So…here’s the story. Enjoy! Once Upon a Time…(couldn’t resist…sorry!) I lived in Orem. I started my job teaching and it was the first time I really lived out on my own…the two summers previous didn’t really count in my opinion… I finally got to know people in my ward and was feeling comfortable with where I was at in life. I went to church one day and when I made it to Sunday School there was a new guy there. He was HUGE and very intimidating looking, but we were late for some reason (this was two years ago…so I can’t remember details…but who cares really?) and there were seats next to this guy. Jenny made me sit by the new guy and she and I proceeded to giggle and make obnoxious comments to each other about the Sunday School lesson. (mature, I know) Well this big HUGE guy kept glaring at us (he claims he was just looking at us…I swear I remember a glare). Sunday School ends, story over. Apparently this drew his attention and he thought I was cute. I was oblivious. He slowly got up the courage to talk to me and come to find out he lived in the same building as me, kitty corner. He’d come over occasionally, but I wasn’t interested…and I also didn’t really get it. I didn’t realize he liked me. Months went by with teaching, pipe banding, familying, etc and nothing happened. This whole time he was admiring me from a distance (wow..that sounds conceded) and trying to work up the courage to ask me out. One night he sent me a text and did just that. Asked me out. I didn’t get it (I’m dumb) and thought he just wanted to go hang out. Finally he had to tell me he wanted to go on a date with me and take me to dinner. I reluctantly agreed as I was interested in someone else at the time. Somehow, for some reason the date ended up getting cancelled and I never called back to re-line it up. He gave up and life went on.
Eventually I decided to make the big girl decision to buy a house and found my cozy little condo in Springville. Joe decided to move to Texas for work. The end of the Susan/Joe story? Apparently not quite. I moved and settled in down where I am and was pretty happy with life. Joe meanwhile moved to Texas, work sucked and he moved home to live with his parents in Missouri. Later, he told me that he dated other girls but ended up dumping them because they weren’t me (sweet and sappy…but it’s cute…don’t lie). As he couldn’t get over me (again! So conceded!!!) he moved to Facebook stalking. Hee hee. Creepy? Meh…not really. He wasn’t that bad. He would comment on statuses and pictures and that was about it. There was an occasional chat session that usually lasted about an hour. He kept my attention and didn’t let me forget him. I actually found myself trying to post statuses to get him to comment, etc. I liked the attention.
Well, back in January Joe decided to try something new and he texted me. I responded and he replied…needless to say…we became attached (at the phone). We’ve texted each other every single day since then, morning, recess, lunch, prep time and after school until bedtime. (I think he said we sent over 20,000 texts in the month of February…yeah…we’re awesome) Don’t worry…I’m not basing my marriage off facebook and texting! He calls as well and we talk for hours. Well at the beginning of March he asked me to take a chance to come see him in person out in Missouri. I thought a Spring Break vacation sounded fun, so I said oky-doky and booked a plane ticket. Meanwhile, we continued to get more and more attached (as much as you can via phone I guess...) and he decided he needed to come out to Utah before Spring Break. He came out over conference weekend and I met him face to face for the first time in two years on Friday. Things went GREAT! We had dinner, hung out all night, went to conference the next morning then the aquarium and hung out together more and got to know each other better in real life. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and when he left Tuesday night to go back home I was beside myself. I really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of that week without him! (Again…pour on the cheese). The funny thing was, my flight went out the following Saturday!
We went back to our usual schedule of texting each other. As we were texting he started dropping hints about wanting to be with me “for a REALLY long time” and we starting making a list of things we wanted to do together and it’s “definitely going to take us at LEAST fifty years”. You get the idea. I knew something was coming and so starting trying to assess my feelings and decide if it was more than a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that I wanted.
I flew out to Missouri last Friday. I’ll spare you the nitty gritty details, but I met his family, we hung out, we went to church sites and I came to realize during my time out there that I couldn’t imagine NOT being with him. He’s treated me fantastically and has always been honest with me. I feel like I’ve known him for years…which…technically, I have…but I think you know what I mean. Of course I’m realizing all this while I’m there in Missouri. I wondered if he’d propose while I was out there, because of the hints he’d dropped, but didn’t dare hope or think he would. The whole thing still seemed a little surreal. “This type of thing doesn’t happen to me” I thought.
Well, amidst all the church history site touring and card game playing vacation, we made plans to go up to Nauvoo (about 3 ½ hours away) and do a temple session. You have to call ahead of time to set up an appointment, so he set it up for 5 pm, which seemed a little late to me, but whatever…he was boss on this vacation. We headed up there around nine, went to Carthage then over to Nauvoo. We wandered the historical sites and listened to the little old missionaries tell us all about everything.
Funny thing, the night before I decided I should probably make a decision of whether I wanted to marry him so I could have an answer if he asked. Call it cheesy, but I figured it would be so memorable if he proposed in Nauvoo and both mom and roommates (who I had been texting this whole time) said they thought he’d do it in Nauvoo. I realized I had slowly fallen in love with him and if he asked I would definitely say yes! Anywho…back to the story…
Well, as we wandered the sites, we had one missionary couple ask if we were married and when we said no they scolded us. (Hmmm…can I take a hint?) So we go up to the temple, get changed and meet up in the chapel. As we’re sitting there waiting for the session to start the temple president guy (whoever it is that greets you at the beginning of the session) came up and asked us if we’d be the witness couple. Well…we told him we weren’t married and we got a second scolding for not being married. (Hint number 2…TAKEN!!!) We did the session and when it was over we decided to meet up outside. He beat me out and waited for me by the flowerbed. He distracted me by making me look out over the Mississippi river at the sunset (CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and when I turned around he was down on one knee. The rest is history. Needless to say, he basically had to hold me up as we walked to the car because I could barely walk. Ha ha ha!
So there it is! The story of me and Joe. I absolutely adore him and am excited to spend the rest of forever with him. He’s an absolute blast to hang out with and I think you’ll all love him too. He’ll be moving out to Utah on May 4th and we’re getting married in Nauvoo on October 18th. I’m super excited and hope I didn’t bore you with all the details! Love you all!!!
Monday, March 5, 2012
I'm funny sometimes. I like me! - Susan
Okay, so I'm giving this whole blog thing a try. After reading all Joe's posts and all Alli's posts on their blogs I decided that for me...it could go one of two ways. This will either take off and be the most fantastic thing on the face of the planet and everyone will love me and beg to give me money and want to make a movie of my life because what they read is so amazing....or it'll flop on it's face. Bah ha ha. Either way...I'm going to give it a shot. I'll most likely share horror stories from school, post amazing recipes that work out for me, post funny cat stories (yes...I'm a cat person...get over it. My cats are funny) or just get on here and babble like a mindless...mindless....I don't know what. But something mindless.
Word of warning. I ramble. I've had lots of people in the pipe band complain that my emails ramble and are useless. Others claim the emails are the most entertaining thing they've ever read. So don't judge me.
I guess I should explain the title of my blog. Well...not really...it's pretty self explanatory except for the burrow part. That's the name of my house. Now, I don't normally name inanimate objects like other people do. For example...my car had no name until a 4 year old named it. I wasn't going to name it. So why do I have a name for my house? Let me tell you. I bought my house in July of 2009. At the time I had a contract for an apartment up in Orem that expired at the end of August. I figured since I had a month and a half to get moved down to Springville I'd take the time to fix up my new home and make it pretty. Paint...clean the carpets...basically move in a leasurly fashion (oh...and I can't really spell). My two roommates at the time were moving with me so pretty soon all three of us were making our way between Orem and Springville on an almost daily basis. As we'd leave we'd say things like "I'm heading down to the apartment" or "I'm going home." Well. Seeing as how we also live close to our parents this became confusing. (Why we felt the need to tell each other everywhere we were going...I'm really not sure) So I decided to give my condo in Springville a name so we'd have an idea of where we were going. So there you have it. The Burrow (yes...a Harry Potter reference). That's my house.
Oh! I wanted to explain another thing (this is getting long. I told you I ramble) the titles of my posts. I have a magnificent quote wall in my hallway. Some are movie quotes, some are book quotes...but most are stupid things that we've said. We being my friends, family and myself. (we counted once. I said the most stupid things. Shocked? I think not). So I decided I want to try to find a quote from my quote wall and use it as my post title. So yes. I did say I'm funny sometimes. I like me! Wish I could remember the story. (Although then this post would be even longer.)
So that's it! Post number one. Are you impressed? You know you are. Admit it.
Word of warning. I ramble. I've had lots of people in the pipe band complain that my emails ramble and are useless. Others claim the emails are the most entertaining thing they've ever read. So don't judge me.
I guess I should explain the title of my blog. Well...not really...it's pretty self explanatory except for the burrow part. That's the name of my house. Now, I don't normally name inanimate objects like other people do. For example...my car had no name until a 4 year old named it. I wasn't going to name it. So why do I have a name for my house? Let me tell you. I bought my house in July of 2009. At the time I had a contract for an apartment up in Orem that expired at the end of August. I figured since I had a month and a half to get moved down to Springville I'd take the time to fix up my new home and make it pretty. Paint...clean the carpets...basically move in a leasurly fashion (oh...and I can't really spell). My two roommates at the time were moving with me so pretty soon all three of us were making our way between Orem and Springville on an almost daily basis. As we'd leave we'd say things like "I'm heading down to the apartment" or "I'm going home." Well. Seeing as how we also live close to our parents this became confusing. (Why we felt the need to tell each other everywhere we were going...I'm really not sure) So I decided to give my condo in Springville a name so we'd have an idea of where we were going. So there you have it. The Burrow (yes...a Harry Potter reference). That's my house.
Oh! I wanted to explain another thing (this is getting long. I told you I ramble) the titles of my posts. I have a magnificent quote wall in my hallway. Some are movie quotes, some are book quotes...but most are stupid things that we've said. We being my friends, family and myself. (we counted once. I said the most stupid things. Shocked? I think not). So I decided I want to try to find a quote from my quote wall and use it as my post title. So yes. I did say I'm funny sometimes. I like me! Wish I could remember the story. (Although then this post would be even longer.)
So that's it! Post number one. Are you impressed? You know you are. Admit it.
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