Guns 'n Roses

No. My blog is not about an old band (which I can only think of the name, I can't recall any songs they sing). So read on.

Well first of all, to put some rumors to rest....I am NOT pregnant. Nor do I plan on becoming so anytime soon :) As much as babies make me hungry (hungry for babies, not food), I still have 1.5 years of school and I'm too scurred to become a mommy just yet.

Now. I have two stories about food.
First.
It was finals week and I was busily studying (story of my pathetic life). Anyway, Stephen was sweet and decided he'd make dinner. Spaghetti. Everything was ready and just as Stephen pulled the spaghetti sauce out of the microwave, I heard a loud thump and came into the kitchen to behold the following.


This picture doesn't do it justice. Sauce was EVERYWHERE. I was grateful for this moment because I got to experience some much needed laughing :)

Second story. No picture involved. In testimony meeting, this big football player from BYU gets up to bear his testimony. He talks about how him and his wife were looking for a place to live because they were currently living in his grandpa's house (who was in a nursing home). He said that when his grandpa was getting close to death (which he was), they would bring him into his house to die, rather than die in the nursing home. As such, this couple was looking for a place to live because as he said, and I quote, "No one wants to eat cold cereal over a cold, dead grandpa." HA HA HA. WHO SAYS THAT?!?! Probably the best testimony meeting I've ever been in. Maybe not the most spiritual, but it was certainly entertaining.

Moving on.
Since I last blogged, I had a birthday. 23 years old. It's kind of gross, but it's true. The funny thing is that I still feel like I'm 20. While my spirit may be young, my body is certainly aging :) Anyway, Stephen was sweet and bought me 23 roses and hid them throughout the house. Each rose had a cute note attached to it. One of which admitted that i'm funnier than him. Best note ever. Funny part about it, I asked him what he did with the 24th rose and he said, "I looked for the ugliest rose and threw it away." Ha ha. That's my man.



Then yesterday, we went shooting! Stephen's boss took a few of us to Payson. My favorite gun? An AR-15. I don't know what that means, but I do know it was powerful and barely had a kickback. I appreciated that. Especially because I shot a sniper rifle and Stephen forgot to mention not to put my face too close to the lens, because you can get "scope eye" from the gun kicking back. Short story - I got hit in the face by the gun. But it was nonetheless fun and I feel as though I look like a natural.

secret millionaire

It's been a while since I've written. I blame it on my uncanny way of forgetting my camera and believing that blogging is only kosher when pictures are involved.

But I have something I wanna write about. I heard about this show, secret millionaire and people said it was pretty good. Late last night Stephen had to unexpectedly go to the school and so, feeling bad for myself, I decided to treat myself to a little Hulu watching. I looked up and watched the first episode of secret millionaire.

AMAZING.

Seriously. There is so much crap out there on tv. Sex, drugs, beautiful rich people doing nothing with their lives, blah blah blah. (I'm not totally exempt from being sucked into some of these shows, but that's another blog for another time...actually I'll keep what shows I like to myself). Anyway, this show was so INSPIRING. How many shows can you say that about? It was humbling and it made me want to be a better person. I love that a show that promotes service and the lives of everyday Americans can be popular. Anyway, I highly recommend everyone giving this show a chance. I literally bawled almost the entire time. But then again, I've been very emotional lately, not to mention sensitive to smells and tired. But that's another blog for another time....ha ha.

a shout out to my man

So, I haven't blogged in a while...which is why this moment is perfect. It gives me the excuse to stop reading my pharmacology book and take a moment to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my sweet husband. (who cares if I'm a month late?)

First of all, I just want to tell him (who knows when he'll read this...if he ever will) - how much I love him and am grateful that I am the lucky girl that got to marry him. I'm usually not this gushy. In fact, I'm usually quite mean...but these past few days I have felt overwhelmingly grateful for him. Maybe it's the fact that I'm surrounded by people who are sick and dying; maybe it's the fact that Stephen is convinced he's going to die young and leave me with ten strapping children; I don't know why, but I see everyday that I get to spend with him as a gift.

I LOVE going to sleep with him right by me and waking up and cuddling in the morning. I LOVE how every Wednesday morning when I have to be up at 4:30 for clinicals, he leaves me a note on a paper towel with a bowl, spoon, and cereal on the table. I LOVE the lines he gets on the edges of his mouth when he smiles or laughs. I LOVE when he lets me win at Skip-bo. I LOVE how strongly he feels about morality and the strength of marriage. I LOVE how upset he gets when people treat cheating on their spouses lightly. I LOVE how determined he is to not spoil our kids with material items, but to teach them the value of hard work and that this life isn't about worldly possessions. I LOVE how he got a pull up bar for his birthday and made a rule that every time you enter the kitchen, you have to do several pull-ups. I LOVE how hard he has worked in school. I LOVE that I'm going to be married to a sweet, humble doctor. I LOVE that I'm getting teary eyed as I write this because of how much I love him. The list could go on and on, but for the sake of time, I'll stop there.

Anyway, happy birthday Mr. Anderson! I looove you!

Stephen with his new best friend. I think this picture is really hot...

Stephen with all the cake and cake-pops on his birthday. Those cake pops are AMAZING. If you wanna feel cool the next time you entertain a party, just let me know.

More of the cake pops.

At Texas Roadhouse with my parents.

Can he EVER do a normal face? No.

Stephen in the saddle while the crew at Texas Roadhouse sang to him.

deck the halls

And now for the finale of Christmas pics & updates.

First, I would just like to say how thankful I am for a wonderful family that I was able to spend the holiday break with. And more importantly, how thankful I am for the birth and life of Jesus. I just love Christmas so much. I got literally giddy about it clear back in October.

Ok, funny story. Stephen would NOT tolerate ANY Christmas music before Thanksgiving. I thought, "I must have married a legitimate scrooge". Boy was I wrong. The day after Thanksgiving came and that boy can give any Christmas-spirited woman a run for her money. He dragged me to all the stores to buy our decorations. He dragged me to go buy a real Christmas tree. He went WITHOUT me that same day to Target to buy more decorations. And then, if that wasn't enough, he went to Wally's World at 11:00 pm that same night because he wanted to buy some garland. I could not believe it. He LOVES Christmas and I love it because then he does all the decorating and couldn't be happier about it.

At the Mormon Tabernacle Christmas Concert, featuring....DAVID ARCHIE!

My favorite souvenir from Jerusalem
A sleigh Stephen found while at Target, complete with Cinnamon scented acorns (ok, I know they are pine cones, but I always got them confused and Stephen thought that was pretty weirdo)
A wonderful addition to any home - Snow man and his accompanying trees - $35. The joy it brought our home - priceless.

This was Stephen's little creation. We actually still have it up because I think it is so cute!

and drum roll please....the TREE! The real Christmas tree - never mind that it was completely dead by the time Christmas rolled around. Someone forgot to water it consistently. I won't state any names at this time.

Stephen made me open a gift and look surprised. I think I look pretty convincing.

Nice. I know.

Stephen's face actually got stuck like this - doctors are unsure what to do. I'll keep you updated on his status.

Me looking normal.

Stephen insisted we take a picture of me "drowning" in the wrapping paper.

homework, shmomurk

It's Saturday night.

My husband left me to go party with his friends. Can you believe it? He may have invited me to come along, there is no way to be sure, but that's beside the point.

And I am...doing homework. Not exciting homework, (I know...I know...can there be exciting homework?), but rather boring homework.

I mean, not all homework is terrible.

Doing IV's? Actually pretty cool.

But this, this isn't IV's. It's nursing RESEARCH homework.

Like so, "give an example of an independent vs. a dependent variable"

I have one question in response.

Who cares?

This picture has nothing to do with homework. That's why I look so happy.