Happy Everything!

Hey, Arizona. You are pretty great. You've treated me well, as a 100 year old state should. I just wanna take a minute and say Happy Birthday!

Why, yes. This IS the state song--rap style.

 Well, today's not all about Arizona. It's also about LOVE!  Happy Valentine's Day to everyone out there. Micah made me breakfast this morning. Or maybe I just surprised him by waking up before he left for work for once and he felt the need to share his eggs. I mean, it is Valentine's Day after all.

I LOVE YOU EVERYONE!!

For my mom and dad

Have you noticed that those that visit us usually get a post dedicated to them (with the one exception of Hannah--sorry! I don't believe I got pictures of you. I will remedy this if/when you visit again:)?

*And now that I think about it, Kathy too. Sorry I didn't post about cleaning your teeth...

Well my parents randomly told me a couple weeks ago that they wanted to visit us. Cool! I'm desperate for human interaction, so I was very excited.

Little did I know that they would bring a TV and DVD/VHS player (Very old things. I mention this because my siblings think I'm spoiled all because my parents felt sorry for me and got me a car, which I'm paying off.  And didn't Heather get a car in high school? Oh yeah. She did.). Cool again!

Micah had to work that day, so my parents and I chatted for awhile. Then we decided to go visit Micah at work.....which turned into this:

Yup. We helped Micah fold his newspapers so he could be done earlier.  Thanks Mom and Dad! You're the best.

My mom saw the post with the snake bridge in it, so she wanted to go see it.  She loved it! I can't say the same about my dad--he HATES snakes.  He was a good sport anyway.

We can always count on a free meal when the parents are in town, and they did not disappoint this time.  The women went for Paradise Bakery and the men got some burgers. 

So basically my parents trip consisted of working, walking on a bridge for5 miunutes, and paying for our dinner.  Did we mention we love you a LOT?! Because we do.  And next time we will not make you work, ok? Deal!

Crunching the numbers

Micah and I had a long chat today about finances.  We both have students loans and recently I've been paying a little, tiny bit of my paycheck toward paying mine off.   Well, today we got serious and decided to get these loans paid off more quickly.   We don't even have to start paying these babies off until we're out of school, but we wanted to start early to avoid interest. AND we want to be debt-free by medical school.
Being the math geek that I am, I just spent a good 2 hours of my normal reading time making up 3 different loan repayment plans. Tomorrow we'll choose which one we want to follow.

Micah, though asleep, was thinking about finances as well.  He mumbled something like "Let's split it to get the money." I told him it was a good idea, to which he responded, "I know. It means more money." 

I'm just glad to know I'm not the only one thinking about money at 11pm.  Micah is such a good husband--he supports me in everything.


Well, wish us luck! 

For Stephanie

I dare you to eat a banana right now.

Animal lovers

Micah and I are animal lovers. Well, I am at least.  Micah just likes the weird/freaky animals.  Like this:

It's adorable, right?

And Micah wouldn't even be allergic!



These are a few of my favorite things

Ok maybe a little more than a few.  Try DOZENS! And this isn't even all of them; I have many more in the laundry basket. 

The point is that I love socks.  With a passion. 

You see, I have chronic cold feet syndrome.

Never heard of it? It's becuase I just made it up. 

But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Especially for me.

Anyway, I diverge.

Back to socks.

Anyone who knows me well, knows I love socks.

My roommates used to give me socks on birthday every year.

My mom used to put them in my stocking every year. Now it falls on Micah to do the same (and he did not fail this year).

My mom even sent them in a random package a few weeks ago.  It made me SO happy.

Socks are the go-to Christmas/Birthday gift if you want to get something cheap and easy for me.

A word of advice: Target. $1 socks. My absolute favorite kind.

Now go, stock up. Buy all you want and give a few pairs to me every year on my birthday.

I will be absolutely thrilled if that was all you got me.

It can be any type of sock.

I am no respecter of socks.

I like...

Black socks, white socks

Striped socks, dotted socks

Star socks, heart socks

Socks with bows

Or socks with RAINbows

Mismatched socks are completely fine

Boy sock are sublime

Socks with moons

And ARGYLE, yes argyle.

My personal favorite.

Sparkle socks for fancy events

Socks of all sizes

Knee socks, tall socks, medium socks, ankle socks, and short socks.

My choice today? Why the mismatched puma socks, naturally.

I remember the day I bought these. Who I was with, what the weather was like, what other things I bought along with these.  Yes, it's a little crazy, but I love these ones.

And I love ALL my socks. It pains me to throw away socks that have served me so well just because there is a hole. Or when I lose one! Oh, the anguish!

Well, I'm guessing you all are a little socked out for today.

Now don't get me started on BOOKS.

That's another post for another day.

Till next time...

Emotions

                                                  

This picture, in addition to being humorous (to me at least), shows 4 common emotions people feel.

Since I'm cool that way, I decided to recreate these pictures. Enjoy.

I don't know what it is...but lately I've been very emotional. Most of the day, I'm perfectly happy.  Then as the day wears on, I become overcome with emotion.  This tends to happen when it's dark and Micah is either gone at work or asleep (which is ALL. The. TIME.)

Anything can set off the tears.  A song from the Glee soundtrack. Jane by Design, the juvenile TV show about high school drama. A memory about some good friends.

I probably look like this when the emotion takes over:

Oh, wait. I do (see previous picture)!

I hope nobody is concerned about me. The emotion isn't really sadness. It's just...overwhelming.

When I get this way, I feel melodramtic. And the truth is, I kinda like it.  Sometimes I'll go to the piano and play a really sappy or melodramatic song and really get into it.  I feel like I am in a movie when I do that. I feel inspired by my emotional break down.

This isn't new. A few years ago, I was reading in the Book of Mormon about Captain Moroni on the bus on my way home from school. When I got home, I was bawling. My roommates asked what was wrong and through the tears I said, "Captain Moroni is just so AWESOME!"  They looked at me like I was a crazy person (seriously, I was crying pretty hard....not normal).

Sweet, well that's me.