Day after Valentines

Valentines Day was filled with fun!
I went to work, wearing red scrubs, and my Valentines earrings from last year
I had a special delivery of flowers for my mom

I called Braden when I got off work, and he didn't answer
Tried again
Still, no answer
He called me back and said he had taken a nap
(I didn't believe him, he sounded much too awake-I thought he was being cute and buying me flowers- he insisted he was really taking a nap)
My mom made a delicious 'Fruit Pizza' on a sugar cookie- to die for
Got ready wearing a pink cardigan and my anthro valentines earrings from mom
Met up with Braden, and he had already gone earlier to get me flowers, I got them right as I opened the door

He even wore a red shirt I had given him (how festive!)
We headed on up to Ruth's Diner for dinner (wehre I left my left overs on the table, came back in less than 5 minutes, and they had already thrown it away- SAD!!
Came home, watched a chick flick (which B picked out himself, impressive)
Ate a midnight snack.

I was so happy to spend the day with my family and my Valentine.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
a day late

Really??

Today started out awesome! I got up, did some homework, went to church, came home made some yummy food for dinner, played a game of speed scrabble, then back to the books. As I was reading for a test this week, one of the topics was on how if you have a better attitude about something, you will actually have a better time doing whatever it is. I thought okay sir, I will give that idea a try. I was feeling pretty stressed about this week with school, so I thought right then and there inside to myself, I am going to have a great week. It was time for me to go home from Braden's house, and so I walk up to my car whose name is Phil (yes I have named all of my cars), I open the door to get in and BAM!!! Everything inside of my car is turned upside down, thrown around, and ripped open. Someone broke into my car. These things inside my car were my moms birthday presents. *newsflash* to whoever broke into my car, it probably wasn't your birthday, and those presents definitely weren't yours to open!! I instantly turned around and started to cry to Braden. Nothing was stolen but some darling ribbon but that didn't stop me from feeling all shaken up about it. The whole time driving home I felt totally sick that someone else was in my car going through all of my papers, packages, and compartments. I was also thinking that I almost don't feel like giving any of those presents to my mom, someones grubby hands have been all over them. Gross.
So a big thank you to whoever that was that squashed any thoughts I had of starting out my week with a great attitude.
Nevermind, I just ate a homemade oatmeal cookie while writing this, and I think my week is looking better already. That's what they call stickin it to the man!

Date Night With the Jazz

For an early Christmas I thought it would be fun to get Braden tickets to the Utah Jazz vs Miami Heat game. This was a while in the making, I think I had everyone in on it (including Braden without him knowing it... sneaky). Hours of stress went in to the planning because Braden had a final that night at the same time the game started. Was it going to work out?? I was worrying. I worry. So, I had one of his friends meet me at the Energy Solutions Arena to meet with a guy about tickets (I know things about sports, but not enough to go do this alone!), the cheapest he could offer was around...oh... $900...YEAH RIGHT! I came home and got online to see what I could find. Thank you eBAY, thank you mom for helping me e-mail some lady, thank you computer for accompanying me to class one day so I could buy the tickets for a much needed break, and last but not least thank you credit card.

Dear Jazz:
You let me down that night. It was a roller coaster of an evening, up and down, catching up, falling behind. You tried, I give you that. I was giving high fives to a guy next to me, I had no clue who he was. Miami Heat, you weren't just the heat, you were on fire. Next time Jazz, bring your fire extinguishers. Thank you.

Printed Socks

Braden teases me about my printed socks

I have...

polka dots...snowflakes...anchors with hearts on them and many more

The newest ones to the list, gingerbread men with candy canes

How festive!

he couldn't go another day without a pair for himself

He no longer has to be jealous of my sweet feet attire

26.2

This is Chicago.

There is going to be a marathon there tomorrow

7:00 a.m.

I know people running in that marathon

My fingers are crossed that they will do well

I will be sleeping.

Can't wait to hear how you do, B!

GOOD LUCK