I've taken to cleaning things that don't need to be cleaned.
Wednesday night, I organized all our board games in a new (to them) cupboard. For the past two years, they've been stuffed in the trunk that stores all our blankets and this cupboard (well, it's a gutted jewelry armoire that Bon painted a lovely rust red for me and resides under a mirror in our hallway) has been mostly empty, sans a few odds n' ends and a tape-measurer from time to time.
Then, yesterday evening, I reorganized the trunk that had the blankets because the board game removal had freed up a lot of space. Now all of our extra blankets, sheets, and pillowcases are easy to access and nicely stored until such an occasion.
Oh, and yesterday morning (this was possibly the most unnecessary act of all), I swept our patio. Yes, I swept the outdoors.
There is a logical explanation for this, I swear. You see, we have a small patio off our bedroom (it's maybe 5' x 6') and it has a little closet that houses our washer and dryer (our apartments are weird like that: every unit does indeed have it's own washer and dryer, but they're outside - it really annoys me). Well, as you might imagine, it's very dusty in a desert. I was getting tired of my feet getting dirty every time I went out to do laundry, so I thought I'd sweep up the debris (yes, wearing shoes might have been a more obvious solution). It's actually nice to have a freshly swept patio.
The rest of our house is also unusually clean and I am all caught up on laundry and dishes! I keep telling myself how great this opportunity is to catch up on housework and really savor the joys of domestic bliss. I'm also enjoying getting to all the little arts and crafts projects that I have started over the past few months.
...I need a job.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Oh Universe, you've done it again!
I'm sure I'm not alone in the sentiment that I hate not knowing what the future holds for me; most everybody hates that feeling. Well, lately, I've been feeling very unsure of what the future (or even the present) holds for me. I don't know what the Universe expects of me!
*perhaps I should become an Actor!
I remember hearing a story one time (it was used in a metaphoric way) about a guy who had missed his college team's big football game against their rival. He had the game recorded at home, but just had to know the final results, so he asked someone and found that his team had won. He went home and watched the game anyway. His wife noted that he was so much calmer watching the game this way; though it was all still very exciting, he didn't go ballistic when the opposing team got the ball or scored because he knew that, in the end, it wouldn't matter because his team won.
Oddly enough, this football metaphor has stuck with me. I wish I could know the final score, going into the game (I'd also appreciate some better looking jerseys, if we're in negotiations here...).
There is a reason for this annoyingly cryptic post.
A few weeks ago, I got laid off (yes, AGAIN. this is getting ridiculous really). Yesterday, as I went to dip my toes in the putrid waters of job listings, the first job (that looked like I was even remotely qualified for) appeared to be from the very place that I was let-go of for the very same job I was doing. It was a slap in the face. I was distraught and wrung my tear-and-mascara-soaked hands at the Universe. (I came very close to blogging about it, but ate my feelings instead.) To torture myself a little further, I emailed my resume to them saying that, what do you know!, I just got done working at a rheumatology clinic in this exact capacity! I expected that I wouldn't hear anything back from my assumed-previous-employer.
So I got an email back today, from a totally different rheumatologist, asking for more information about me! Yeah, it wasn't my old boss after all - Oh how I aggrivate myself! - and I'm looking nicely qualified for this new job. So, by waiting to post about this incident for a mere 24 hours, the whole tone of the story has changed.
Moral of the story: record your football games for later viewing.
*perhaps I should become an Actor!I remember hearing a story one time (it was used in a metaphoric way) about a guy who had missed his college team's big football game against their rival. He had the game recorded at home, but just had to know the final results, so he asked someone and found that his team had won. He went home and watched the game anyway. His wife noted that he was so much calmer watching the game this way; though it was all still very exciting, he didn't go ballistic when the opposing team got the ball or scored because he knew that, in the end, it wouldn't matter because his team won.
Oddly enough, this football metaphor has stuck with me. I wish I could know the final score, going into the game (I'd also appreciate some better looking jerseys, if we're in negotiations here...).
There is a reason for this annoyingly cryptic post.
A few weeks ago, I got laid off (yes, AGAIN. this is getting ridiculous really). Yesterday, as I went to dip my toes in the putrid waters of job listings, the first job (that looked like I was even remotely qualified for) appeared to be from the very place that I was let-go of for the very same job I was doing. It was a slap in the face. I was distraught and wrung my tear-and-mascara-soaked hands at the Universe. (I came very close to blogging about it, but ate my feelings instead.) To torture myself a little further, I emailed my resume to them saying that, what do you know!, I just got done working at a rheumatology clinic in this exact capacity! I expected that I wouldn't hear anything back from my assumed-previous-employer.
So I got an email back today, from a totally different rheumatologist, asking for more information about me! Yeah, it wasn't my old boss after all - Oh how I aggrivate myself! - and I'm looking nicely qualified for this new job. So, by waiting to post about this incident for a mere 24 hours, the whole tone of the story has changed.
Moral of the story: record your football games for later viewing.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
It's Coming.
Summer.
*Yes, this post is about "boring" weather talk; but it is important, nonetheless, because this weather will dictate my living habits for the next six months. ("six months?" you say, yes, that is how long summer lasts in Arizona)
When I lived back in Minnesota, I remember seeing those weather maps, from time to time, with the continental U.S. where different colors spreading across the country signified different temperatures. No matter the season, Minnesota usually had aqua blues and neon greens for the cooler temperatures. I always noted that Phoenix, Arizona usually had the "hottest" colors that the scale went to - bright reds and purples. Never did I think I would have to LIVE in those colors. Oh, and so you know, a color hasn't even been invented yet for the temperature inside your car after it's been sitting in the middle of a parking lot all day.
Yesterday it went up to 94 degrees. It's April. Do you know what that means? By May, we'll be in the 100's. And then, of course, there is the 120 heat. If you have not lived in 120 degree heat, let me describe a simple day of running errands for you:
When you wake up, the temperature in your house is in the mid 80's (you try to save on electricity bills) and you're drenched in sweat. You turn the thermostat cooler, but your house is still too miserable for you to put clothes on. So you take a shower - you have the water turned to what would have been frigid in the winter, but now it's refreshing. When you turn the sink faucet on to brush your teeth, the "cold" water scalds you and you have to wait a minute for the water to cool down...it's still very warm after 2 minutes of running the water, so you relent and brush your teeth anyway. You can never fully dry off after the shower because you keep sweating; your fresh clothes get hot and sticky before you finish your hair and makeup (which will melt off before you get to your first errand, so don't worry about perfect application).
Okay! You're ready to head out and be productive! You open your front door and step outside. Instantly, the air is sucked out of your lungs and evaporates within nanoseconds. It's a shock every time. The sweat that rushes to your skins surface evaporates as well and you feel like you're in some sick furnace (you were tricked! the outdoors looked so pretty from inside the house!). Once you get your bearings and catch your breath, your first instinct is to RUN to your car for shelter. But, you rationalize, the last thing you should do in this oppressive heat is expend more energy. Either way, all you can manage is a slow, hulking walk; try to keep your thighs from rubbing together and your arms from brushing at your sides - no sense in making more heat with the friction.
You finally lumber up to your car. Wait - you didn't plan on how to OPEN the door! That is shiny metal that has been sitting out in the sun for hours! Suck it up, grab the handle and yank the door open. Oh, if that first step out of your house was bad, it is nothing to the heat your car exhales. It's like a monster out of the pits of hell, breathing its foul stench onto you. You whimper as you get in and struggle with grasping the melting seat belt buckle (you debate on how important safety really is). You try to steer with only three or four finger tips because the steering wheel seems to be on fire. And though you have the AC cranked all the way up, you aren't able to start breathing again until you pull into a parking space at your destination.
Of course, you face the same struggle and debate as you get out of the car - do you run or crawl to the store entrance? Once you finally cross the threshold - oh sweet cold air! You think it's the most glorious feeling and you consider how much extra time you can spare in this Wal-Mart. But don't think you get off this easy - the sudden, drastic change in temperature gives you a stabbing headache; your dear refuge comes with a price. Though you enjoy the refreshing temperatures of the store and want to take your sweet time, you know that with every second ticking away, your car is getting hotter and hotter in the parking lot. You can't believe yourslef, but you're actually rushing to get back to your car!
But it's no use, the same firey monster awaits you in the parking lot. You debate how productive you really want to be this day. And can you do any of these tasks after dark? It's a little bit cooler then...
So. That is why I DREAD summers here. The (fleeting) winters always seduce me, but then I'm brought back to the hellish summers. All I ask for is pity; after all, I am not one to suffer in silence. ;)
Um, I hope I haven't scared off any visitors!
*Yes, this post is about "boring" weather talk; but it is important, nonetheless, because this weather will dictate my living habits for the next six months. ("six months?" you say, yes, that is how long summer lasts in Arizona)
When I lived back in Minnesota, I remember seeing those weather maps, from time to time, with the continental U.S. where different colors spreading across the country signified different temperatures. No matter the season, Minnesota usually had aqua blues and neon greens for the cooler temperatures. I always noted that Phoenix, Arizona usually had the "hottest" colors that the scale went to - bright reds and purples. Never did I think I would have to LIVE in those colors. Oh, and so you know, a color hasn't even been invented yet for the temperature inside your car after it's been sitting in the middle of a parking lot all day.
Yesterday it went up to 94 degrees. It's April. Do you know what that means? By May, we'll be in the 100's. And then, of course, there is the 120 heat. If you have not lived in 120 degree heat, let me describe a simple day of running errands for you:
When you wake up, the temperature in your house is in the mid 80's (you try to save on electricity bills) and you're drenched in sweat. You turn the thermostat cooler, but your house is still too miserable for you to put clothes on. So you take a shower - you have the water turned to what would have been frigid in the winter, but now it's refreshing. When you turn the sink faucet on to brush your teeth, the "cold" water scalds you and you have to wait a minute for the water to cool down...it's still very warm after 2 minutes of running the water, so you relent and brush your teeth anyway. You can never fully dry off after the shower because you keep sweating; your fresh clothes get hot and sticky before you finish your hair and makeup (which will melt off before you get to your first errand, so don't worry about perfect application).
Okay! You're ready to head out and be productive! You open your front door and step outside. Instantly, the air is sucked out of your lungs and evaporates within nanoseconds. It's a shock every time. The sweat that rushes to your skins surface evaporates as well and you feel like you're in some sick furnace (you were tricked! the outdoors looked so pretty from inside the house!). Once you get your bearings and catch your breath, your first instinct is to RUN to your car for shelter. But, you rationalize, the last thing you should do in this oppressive heat is expend more energy. Either way, all you can manage is a slow, hulking walk; try to keep your thighs from rubbing together and your arms from brushing at your sides - no sense in making more heat with the friction.
You finally lumber up to your car. Wait - you didn't plan on how to OPEN the door! That is shiny metal that has been sitting out in the sun for hours! Suck it up, grab the handle and yank the door open. Oh, if that first step out of your house was bad, it is nothing to the heat your car exhales. It's like a monster out of the pits of hell, breathing its foul stench onto you. You whimper as you get in and struggle with grasping the melting seat belt buckle (you debate on how important safety really is). You try to steer with only three or four finger tips because the steering wheel seems to be on fire. And though you have the AC cranked all the way up, you aren't able to start breathing again until you pull into a parking space at your destination.
Of course, you face the same struggle and debate as you get out of the car - do you run or crawl to the store entrance? Once you finally cross the threshold - oh sweet cold air! You think it's the most glorious feeling and you consider how much extra time you can spare in this Wal-Mart. But don't think you get off this easy - the sudden, drastic change in temperature gives you a stabbing headache; your dear refuge comes with a price. Though you enjoy the refreshing temperatures of the store and want to take your sweet time, you know that with every second ticking away, your car is getting hotter and hotter in the parking lot. You can't believe yourslef, but you're actually rushing to get back to your car!
But it's no use, the same firey monster awaits you in the parking lot. You debate how productive you really want to be this day. And can you do any of these tasks after dark? It's a little bit cooler then...
So. That is why I DREAD summers here. The (fleeting) winters always seduce me, but then I'm brought back to the hellish summers. All I ask for is pity; after all, I am not one to suffer in silence. ;)
Um, I hope I haven't scared off any visitors!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Back!
I haven't written here for a while. I don't know why. I always have ideas or experiences where I think during or afterwards, "ooh, I need to blog about this!" But I just can't seem to get the words out when I go to type them (if I go at all). But I really want to get back in to the blogging habit; it was nice to document my "thought-release".
Let's see, just a real quick rundown of some February/March/April highlights:
*sorry, no pictures*
Feb - I turned 23.
- Bon surprised me with a romantic dinner at The Melting Pot (the yummiest fondue place!)
- my mom and aunt flew out here for a long weekend
March - Bon turned 26.
-I took Bon (and his immediate family) to Benihana
-we spent an AWESOME weekend at Disneyland!
April - had our friends, the Collinwoods, stay with us from Utah
I'm determined to be better at this! Now that I'm "mini" caught up, I plan on staying that way! Please continue to check back in!
Let's see, just a real quick rundown of some February/March/April highlights:
*sorry, no pictures*
Feb - I turned 23.
- Bon surprised me with a romantic dinner at The Melting Pot (the yummiest fondue place!)
- my mom and aunt flew out here for a long weekend
March - Bon turned 26.
-I took Bon (and his immediate family) to Benihana
-we spent an AWESOME weekend at Disneyland!
April - had our friends, the Collinwoods, stay with us from Utah
I'm determined to be better at this! Now that I'm "mini" caught up, I plan on staying that way! Please continue to check back in!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Happy Birthday to ME!
I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who called, emailed, texted, or in some way contacted me to wish me a happy birthday. I had a very lovely day indeed and thoroughly enjoyed my DiGiorno pizza!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Sorry, no pictures with this post!
So tonight we were at Bon's aunt's house for his grandma's 75th birthday - it was a great party with all the extended family there.
Towards the end of the evening, Bon got a text message on his cell phone. He went over to the dining room table where most of the group was sitting, chatting, and opened his phone to check it out. From the living room, I heard "GAH!" I ran over to Bon to see what was the matter and he was standing there, red faced, with his phone clutched to his chest. Everyone was looking at his shocked face, so I pried the phone from his grasp at looked at the screen. BOOBS! I shreiked and passed it on to my sister-in-law. We couldn't believe it! Someone had just texted Bon a topless picture! (it was very "ameture-ish", so it wasn't an ad) Along with it came a text that said "is this tood tele number" huh?? Bon checked the number and had no clue who it was from and neither did I. So, we did the mature thing and passed it around for everyone to look at! And just as we were finishing up the first round of viewing - a SECOND picture of the boobs came over! So of course we passed it around again! Upon seeing the pictures, Bon's tiny, 75 year-old grandma replies "sure her boobs are big, but her face is ugly!"
After letting everyone have a turn at gawking, I took the phone and replied to the brazen hussy that texted her boobies to my husband: Um, you've got the wrong number girlie, but I just showed my whole family your pics. My grandma says you've got big boobs but an ungly face." Bon thinks I was too harsh (crushing her "confidence" and "self-esteem"), but I think that's what the moron deserved!
*the pictures have since been deleted from his phone. :)
Towards the end of the evening, Bon got a text message on his cell phone. He went over to the dining room table where most of the group was sitting, chatting, and opened his phone to check it out. From the living room, I heard "GAH!" I ran over to Bon to see what was the matter and he was standing there, red faced, with his phone clutched to his chest. Everyone was looking at his shocked face, so I pried the phone from his grasp at looked at the screen. BOOBS! I shreiked and passed it on to my sister-in-law. We couldn't believe it! Someone had just texted Bon a topless picture! (it was very "ameture-ish", so it wasn't an ad) Along with it came a text that said "is this tood tele number" huh?? Bon checked the number and had no clue who it was from and neither did I. So, we did the mature thing and passed it around for everyone to look at! And just as we were finishing up the first round of viewing - a SECOND picture of the boobs came over! So of course we passed it around again! Upon seeing the pictures, Bon's tiny, 75 year-old grandma replies "sure her boobs are big, but her face is ugly!"
After letting everyone have a turn at gawking, I took the phone and replied to the brazen hussy that texted her boobies to my husband: Um, you've got the wrong number girlie, but I just showed my whole family your pics. My grandma says you've got big boobs but an ungly face." Bon thinks I was too harsh (crushing her "confidence" and "self-esteem"), but I think that's what the moron deserved!
*the pictures have since been deleted from his phone. :)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Blankety Blank Zero!
What, you didn't catch that? Why, I just told you my weight!
One of my secret (well, I guess it's not a secret now...) goals for this year is to lose some weight. I asked Bon to get me a Weight Watchers membership for Christmas and I've been *somewhat* faithfully using it since New Years. To be totally honest, I haven't been perfect with it and have still indulged a bit (and haven't done any exercising yet) - but I'm still seeing results with the few changes that have been implemented! *the saddest change being that we switched from 1% milk to skim. yuck. (tangent: Bon told me that they have 6% milk in New Zealand. Is that true?!? If so, will someone please send me some?)
Anyway, the reason I'm sharing this (which I had originally vowed not to - or at least not until I reached my very distant goal weight) is because, when I stepped on the scale today, I saw that there was finally a decent decline in weight! On New Year's Day, I weighed _ _ 7 and today I weigh _ _ 0 !!! Seven pounds - not bad for still eating out occasionally and not excercising!
Also, I thought I'd remind myself of a moment of weakness I had this week: On Monday, Bon was kind enough to go grocery shopping on his way home from work and he made sure to only buy healthy foods that would be good for our diet. Well, he called me a little later because he had accidently locked his keys in his trunk and needed me to come rescue him. I told him I would, but only if he bought a DiGiorno pizza (I had been craving the cheezy-goodness all day). He tried to reason with me, but finally agreed to go back in and purchase one as I drove over. When I got there, I demanded the pizza as payment - but he hadn't gotten it. He refused to give in and "ruin" our diet and I refused to unlock his trunk. After a few minutes of trying every method (begging, pouting, batting of eyelashed, nearing tears - and that was just Bon!), I was given a firm-yet-loving talking to about how we needed to be healthy...so, with no pizza, I unlocked Bon's trunk.
*sigh*
I am getting a whole DiGiorno pizza all to myself for my birthday, though.
One of my secret (well, I guess it's not a secret now...) goals for this year is to lose some weight. I asked Bon to get me a Weight Watchers membership for Christmas and I've been *somewhat* faithfully using it since New Years. To be totally honest, I haven't been perfect with it and have still indulged a bit (and haven't done any exercising yet) - but I'm still seeing results with the few changes that have been implemented! *the saddest change being that we switched from 1% milk to skim. yuck. (tangent: Bon told me that they have 6% milk in New Zealand. Is that true?!? If so, will someone please send me some?)
Anyway, the reason I'm sharing this (which I had originally vowed not to - or at least not until I reached my very distant goal weight) is because, when I stepped on the scale today, I saw that there was finally a decent decline in weight! On New Year's Day, I weighed _ _ 7 and today I weigh _ _ 0 !!! Seven pounds - not bad for still eating out occasionally and not excercising!
Also, I thought I'd remind myself of a moment of weakness I had this week: On Monday, Bon was kind enough to go grocery shopping on his way home from work and he made sure to only buy healthy foods that would be good for our diet. Well, he called me a little later because he had accidently locked his keys in his trunk and needed me to come rescue him. I told him I would, but only if he bought a DiGiorno pizza (I had been craving the cheezy-goodness all day). He tried to reason with me, but finally agreed to go back in and purchase one as I drove over. When I got there, I demanded the pizza as payment - but he hadn't gotten it. He refused to give in and "ruin" our diet and I refused to unlock his trunk. After a few minutes of trying every method (begging, pouting, batting of eyelashed, nearing tears - and that was just Bon!), I was given a firm-yet-loving talking to about how we needed to be healthy...so, with no pizza, I unlocked Bon's trunk.
*sigh*
I am getting a whole DiGiorno pizza all to myself for my birthday, though.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I Guess I Have a Face for Radio...
Okay, normally, I try to brush off something like this; but since it's happened at least 4 times in the past two weeks, it needs to be addressed.
There are three of us girls at my job, managing the very hectic office. One girl works mainly checking the patients in and out and the other girl takes patients to the rooms and begins their appointment, so the task of handling the phones is left mainly to me. I take calls and make calls. (one of my more enjoyable tasks is to call the patients the day before their appointment to remind them of it - I use my perkiest voice to "ask that [they] please arrive fifteen minutes ahead of [their] scheduled appointment time" and such)
Well, anyway, much to my surprise - when the patients actually come in to the office for their appointments, a lot of them tell us girls or the doctor how kind and cheerful we are on the phone and what a pleasure it is to talk to us (I say "us", because the other girls do handle the phones too - it's not ALL me).
Very nice.
Except... There have been several instances that have all played out the exact same way (this scenario happened twice this very afternoon):
The patient (usually an elderly person) comes in and cheerfully - almost eagerly - gets up to the front counter to begin the check-in process. They *try to* casually ask the Front Desk Girl if she is "Jessie" or "the girl that called them yesterday to remind them of their appointment." She replies that she's not, and they emphatically gush that Jessie has the prettiest voice and is so lovely over the phone. The Front Desk Girl turns to get my attention so I can receive my compliment - but in the few nanoseconds before she can get the words out, I watch the patients' faces: they excitedly look at me - but not quite at me...more like around me - waiting for me to move so the girl with the face to match the beautiful voice can be seen. I see the shock when they realize the girl in front of them is the one they spoke with on the phone and I see them try to hide their disappointment. They kindly repeat their compliment of my voice, but leave it at that - no more gushing, no more eager glances.
I don't mind, really. It's actually kind of funny. Plus, I'm just glad that at least SOMETHING about me is attractive!
There are three of us girls at my job, managing the very hectic office. One girl works mainly checking the patients in and out and the other girl takes patients to the rooms and begins their appointment, so the task of handling the phones is left mainly to me. I take calls and make calls. (one of my more enjoyable tasks is to call the patients the day before their appointment to remind them of it - I use my perkiest voice to "ask that [they] please arrive fifteen minutes ahead of [their] scheduled appointment time" and such)
Well, anyway, much to my surprise - when the patients actually come in to the office for their appointments, a lot of them tell us girls or the doctor how kind and cheerful we are on the phone and what a pleasure it is to talk to us (I say "us", because the other girls do handle the phones too - it's not ALL me).
Very nice.
Except... There have been several instances that have all played out the exact same way (this scenario happened twice this very afternoon):
The patient (usually an elderly person) comes in and cheerfully - almost eagerly - gets up to the front counter to begin the check-in process. They *try to* casually ask the Front Desk Girl if she is "Jessie" or "the girl that called them yesterday to remind them of their appointment." She replies that she's not, and they emphatically gush that Jessie has the prettiest voice and is so lovely over the phone. The Front Desk Girl turns to get my attention so I can receive my compliment - but in the few nanoseconds before she can get the words out, I watch the patients' faces: they excitedly look at me - but not quite at me...more like around me - waiting for me to move so the girl with the face to match the beautiful voice can be seen. I see the shock when they realize the girl in front of them is the one they spoke with on the phone and I see them try to hide their disappointment. They kindly repeat their compliment of my voice, but leave it at that - no more gushing, no more eager glances.
I don't mind, really. It's actually kind of funny. Plus, I'm just glad that at least SOMETHING about me is attractive!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
2008 in Summation
*hopefully some of these items will include photo documentation...but I make no promises...
** also, I'm sure there are things that I will forget to include - forgive me, it's nothing personal.
Jan - take a spontaneous road trip to Chino Hills, Ca (Bono's hometown). It was really nice to see Bon's old stomping grounds (dorky that I said "stomping grounds") - he showed me his high school, church building, favorite hang out spots and we were able to visit some friends of his.
Feb - I turned 22.
- Bon's little sister, Sarah, got married.
Mar - I got fired from my job. (I never said I was only including "happy" highlights)
- Bon turned 25. He's a quarter-of-a-century old! (I took him to Benihana for his bday)
Apr - got a job at Hastings & Hastings Law Firm
May - went to Minnesota for my bff, Haleigh's, wedding (she was a beautiful bride)! Me and my girls are all married off - hard to believe we're grown up enough for that! Anyway, it's always great to go back home and see family and friends. :)
Jun - Bon and I celebrated our year-and-a-half anniversary (hey, I'll use any excuse for treats)
Jul - reconciled with some Mrs. Wilcoxes :)
- our friend, Mitch, came out to visit us! Mitch is quite the video gamer, too, so Bon was able to have a gaming buddy - he was in heaven!
Aug - got laid off from Hastings & Hastings Law Firm
- Bon went back to another semester of school
Sept - ...nothing comes to mind...
Oct - Sarah and I hosted a Halloween party. Bon and I were Mr. & Mrs. Pac-Man!
Nov - got a job with Dr. Carolyn Pace's rheumatology practice.
- spent Thanksgiving in Minnesota. It was an awesome week! I got to spend time with so many family and friends (new and old). (sorry, forgot to take any pics!)
Dec - celebrated TWO years of wedded bliss with my Bono!
- accidently deleted my blog
- my mommy came to visit foor Christmas! We went and saw the lights and nativity displays at the Mesa Temple, had Christmas at Bon's parents', and watched A Muppet Christmas Carol. It was lovely.
** also, I'm sure there are things that I will forget to include - forgive me, it's nothing personal.
Jan - take a spontaneous road trip to Chino Hills, Ca (Bono's hometown). It was really nice to see Bon's old stomping grounds (dorky that I said "stomping grounds") - he showed me his high school, church building, favorite hang out spots and we were able to visit some friends of his.
Feb - I turned 22.
- Bon's little sister, Sarah, got married.
Mar - I got fired from my job. (I never said I was only including "happy" highlights)
- Bon turned 25. He's a quarter-of-a-century old! (I took him to Benihana for his bday)
Apr - got a job at Hastings & Hastings Law Firm
May - went to Minnesota for my bff, Haleigh's, wedding (she was a beautiful bride)! Me and my girls are all married off - hard to believe we're grown up enough for that! Anyway, it's always great to go back home and see family and friends. :)
Jun - Bon and I celebrated our year-and-a-half anniversary (hey, I'll use any excuse for treats)
Jul - reconciled with some Mrs. Wilcoxes :)
- our friend, Mitch, came out to visit us! Mitch is quite the video gamer, too, so Bon was able to have a gaming buddy - he was in heaven!
Aug - got laid off from Hastings & Hastings Law Firm
- Bon went back to another semester of school
Sept - ...nothing comes to mind...
Oct - Sarah and I hosted a Halloween party. Bon and I were Mr. & Mrs. Pac-Man!
Nov - got a job with Dr. Carolyn Pace's rheumatology practice.
- spent Thanksgiving in Minnesota. It was an awesome week! I got to spend time with so many family and friends (new and old). (sorry, forgot to take any pics!)
Dec - celebrated TWO years of wedded bliss with my Bono!
- accidently deleted my blog
- my mommy came to visit foor Christmas! We went and saw the lights and nativity displays at the Mesa Temple, had Christmas at Bon's parents', and watched A Muppet Christmas Carol. It was lovely.
And that's it!
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