Marriage is the BEST! But I will say it is only between a man and a woman! This whole legalizing gay marriage is making me SO MAD. I will never agree with it. People who are for it, have the lamest arguments ever. I cannot take them seriously. This world is becoming so pathetic. Even some RM's are in support of gay marriage. I REALLY do not understand that one. I kind of want to say: following the prophet is not optional.
This is just an angry vent session tonight. I have been pretty ridiculous on facebook tonight, posting comments that were kind of rude and irrational.. but oh well.
I am tired and I will be starting Spanish homework next. I can hardly think in English at this hour, let alone Spanish!!!
I can't believe school is almost over. Although this semester has been extremely busy and ridiculously hard, it has gone by quickly! If I think about getting back to Utah and moving in to our apartment, it seems much further away than January though.
I really am not in the mood to write right now. I usually write so much and get kind of excited to use this as my journal that I can assess forever but tonight I am not feelin it.
Better move on to Spanish...
Chao
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Tender Mercies within a Terrible Experience
After traveling around back East, we went home to San Diego. We got home around the 20th of November and stayed there until January 5th. It was fun being home with my family, but pretty weird being married and living with my parents. It was nice to enjoy the holidays with family! We were working pretty much all day, every day, trying to save money. We would watch shows or movies at night together so that we could spend a few hours together each day. Some nights we researched about puppy's or apartments. We had a lot of things to figure out before we came out to Utah and somehow it all got done (or at least the things we could arrange and buy beforehand).
The night before the big move we loaded up the truck. Because we were moving EVERYTHING we owned, we had a lot of stuff. All of our clothes, wedding presents, books, and every other thing we owned. My dad and Daniel built a wood structure that fit right over the luggage once it was piled three stacks high. They then tied it all down and put one last board on the back end so that the suitcases wouldn't fall out the back. It looked like a ghetto little Mexican truck loaded with junk!
We woke up super early of the 5th of January so that we could get to Utah early enough to start unpacking that night. Well, things didn't go quite as planned.
We had decided to listen to Harry Potter on tape for the drive. It was 5 am, pitch black, and we had been driving about one hour exactly. All of a sudden, Daniel said, "Oh no, oh no. You've got to be kidding me." I of course was yelling, "WHAT? DANIEL, WHAT'S GOING ON?" During the time this frantic, 10 second conversation occurred, Daniel had pulled over onto the shoulder and raced out of the car. I looked back through the little truck window and saw Daniel running toward what looked like my worst nightmare. All I could see was about 247483294 things in the freeway, and nothing in the truck bed. I broke down. It was all too overwhelming for me and I started to scream and cry louder than I knew was possible.
Then I instantly became so scared because I realized I could not see Daniel other than his silhouette as he dodged cars to grab the items that were close to the shoulder. I ran toward him yelling, "DANIEL GET OUT OF THE FREEWAY!" He kept running into the lane as he saw a gap within cars and was piling the items on the shoulder. I went back over towards the car and called my parents. I was hysterical because I was sitting and watching every item I owned in the freeway, being run over. My mom answered with a groggy voice, obviously having been woken up, and she instantly was as alert as ever when she heard the hysterical sobs from my end of the line. She thought we had been in an accident and that Daniel had died based on the way I was screaming. At that, I felt very stupid because I realized this was all just stuff, and that we were safe. Then I became freaked out again because Daniel was running onto the freeway and I ran to him. I explained to my mom what happened and she woke my dad up and had him get in the car to come meet up with us. She then called the highway patrol and asked them to come block off the first lane so we could gather up the things that had not been ruined. She was also extremely concerned about how dangerous it was for us to be going in the lane to get our stuff. We continued to gather our things and place them on the shoulder as we waited for the Highway patrol to show up. I felt a little more calm to know help was on the way.
When the Highway patrolman showed up, he was FAR from helpful! He rode up on his motorcycle as I was picking up broken pieces of keepsakes that were so meaningful to me silently sobbing with tears running down my cold cheeks and he said with a sickening chuckle, "Looks like someone is having a yard sale." I looked up at him with the most pissed off face I have ever given someone in my life and said, "Are you serious? Do you realize how upset I am you jerk? This truck full of stuff you see on the freeway is everything we own to our name."
I think I caught him off guard and he instantly went from having a grin on his face to looking like he felt kind of bad. I was glad. I wanted him to feel badly. He was rubbing salt so hard into a wound that was fresher then mint gum. I hated him. He did not know how badly I was hurting and made a joke out a situation that was disastrous to me.
He then got off his 'big man bike' and pretended to help. He apparently didn't want to spend the time to lean over so he instead kicked my items onto the side of the freeway. I saw him full on kick my ipod, hard drive, and pretty much every other fragile or special thing that had not been smashed yet.
This made me dislike him even more and I did not hide my anger. I said, "So are you going to do anything useful like block off the freeway or put flares so cars don't run off the road and hit us?" He said, "No, you just need to sit in your car and wait for your ride to come for you. You should be okay in your car but put your seatbelt on so if a car hits you, you won't get as hurt."
I just looked and him and said, "WOW." Then he left. Some help he was...
We sat in the car and just held each other and prayed that we would be safe. It finally started to get light and my dad had about 15 minutes until he would be reaching the point where the stuff first started to fall off. Daniel tried to convince me to let him go back out to collect more, now that it was light and I became very mad because I was so scared of the thought of him getting hit. I told him there was no way I would let him go out there for even one second until my dad got there. Once my dad got close, He pulled over and started looking for any items. Once he hit the spot where he could first see our belongings, he called us. It was only about 300 yards from his car to ours and we combed the area as best as we could. We found many things that we had missed in the dark. My dad drove up my parents Yukon XL so we just threw the stuff into the car and did that for the whole area where the stuff had fallen out.
It was about 36 degrees and by the time we had loaded everything into my dad's car and were ready to figure out the next plan, I was so cold and overwhelmed I just couldn't really talk to anyone. I was traumatized pretty severely. I just pray that I will not have to experience something like that again, especially with people getting hurt. I am such a baby!
We decided that Daniel and I would continue the drive in my parents car and my dad would take the truck back with him. We could not put all of our stuff in the Truck again because it had no way of keeping it all down. The Yukon is enclosed so that was safer.
My parents were really nice and they paid for all of our gas and told us they would help us replace stuff.
We made it safely and arrived pretty late. The manager forgot to leave it unlocked so that was another adventure trying to get ahold of him and wait for him to bring a key. Once we FINALLY got into our apartment, we unloaded the whole car. Everything had been organized so perfectly for the move and now we did not even have any boxes. They had been destroyed.
We surveyed the damage and realized how lucky we were. Many things had scratches, a whole suitcase of my favorite shoes had been brutally ruined, my hard drive was smashed, I was missing some clothes and keepsakes... but other than that, only small wedding gifts were ruined and other little things. None of our big, expensive things had even a scratch! It all could have been SO much worse so we prayed so much for how lucky we ended up. We could have been so far from home and stranded that we would have been in big trouble. Or there would have been about three times the amount of people if it had happened even two hours later. Or we could have frozen if it happened it Utah. Or we could have lost everything if it happened on a bridge or an area with no shoulder.
I know Heavenly Father was watching over us and this experience was a blessing. I am grateful for these lesson teaching experiences that help me grow and realize how reliant I am on our Lord and Savior!
The night before the big move we loaded up the truck. Because we were moving EVERYTHING we owned, we had a lot of stuff. All of our clothes, wedding presents, books, and every other thing we owned. My dad and Daniel built a wood structure that fit right over the luggage once it was piled three stacks high. They then tied it all down and put one last board on the back end so that the suitcases wouldn't fall out the back. It looked like a ghetto little Mexican truck loaded with junk!
We woke up super early of the 5th of January so that we could get to Utah early enough to start unpacking that night. Well, things didn't go quite as planned.
We had decided to listen to Harry Potter on tape for the drive. It was 5 am, pitch black, and we had been driving about one hour exactly. All of a sudden, Daniel said, "Oh no, oh no. You've got to be kidding me." I of course was yelling, "WHAT? DANIEL, WHAT'S GOING ON?" During the time this frantic, 10 second conversation occurred, Daniel had pulled over onto the shoulder and raced out of the car. I looked back through the little truck window and saw Daniel running toward what looked like my worst nightmare. All I could see was about 247483294 things in the freeway, and nothing in the truck bed. I broke down. It was all too overwhelming for me and I started to scream and cry louder than I knew was possible.
Then I instantly became so scared because I realized I could not see Daniel other than his silhouette as he dodged cars to grab the items that were close to the shoulder. I ran toward him yelling, "DANIEL GET OUT OF THE FREEWAY!" He kept running into the lane as he saw a gap within cars and was piling the items on the shoulder. I went back over towards the car and called my parents. I was hysterical because I was sitting and watching every item I owned in the freeway, being run over. My mom answered with a groggy voice, obviously having been woken up, and she instantly was as alert as ever when she heard the hysterical sobs from my end of the line. She thought we had been in an accident and that Daniel had died based on the way I was screaming. At that, I felt very stupid because I realized this was all just stuff, and that we were safe. Then I became freaked out again because Daniel was running onto the freeway and I ran to him. I explained to my mom what happened and she woke my dad up and had him get in the car to come meet up with us. She then called the highway patrol and asked them to come block off the first lane so we could gather up the things that had not been ruined. She was also extremely concerned about how dangerous it was for us to be going in the lane to get our stuff. We continued to gather our things and place them on the shoulder as we waited for the Highway patrol to show up. I felt a little more calm to know help was on the way.
When the Highway patrolman showed up, he was FAR from helpful! He rode up on his motorcycle as I was picking up broken pieces of keepsakes that were so meaningful to me silently sobbing with tears running down my cold cheeks and he said with a sickening chuckle, "Looks like someone is having a yard sale." I looked up at him with the most pissed off face I have ever given someone in my life and said, "Are you serious? Do you realize how upset I am you jerk? This truck full of stuff you see on the freeway is everything we own to our name."
I think I caught him off guard and he instantly went from having a grin on his face to looking like he felt kind of bad. I was glad. I wanted him to feel badly. He was rubbing salt so hard into a wound that was fresher then mint gum. I hated him. He did not know how badly I was hurting and made a joke out a situation that was disastrous to me.
He then got off his 'big man bike' and pretended to help. He apparently didn't want to spend the time to lean over so he instead kicked my items onto the side of the freeway. I saw him full on kick my ipod, hard drive, and pretty much every other fragile or special thing that had not been smashed yet.
This made me dislike him even more and I did not hide my anger. I said, "So are you going to do anything useful like block off the freeway or put flares so cars don't run off the road and hit us?" He said, "No, you just need to sit in your car and wait for your ride to come for you. You should be okay in your car but put your seatbelt on so if a car hits you, you won't get as hurt."
I just looked and him and said, "WOW." Then he left. Some help he was...
We sat in the car and just held each other and prayed that we would be safe. It finally started to get light and my dad had about 15 minutes until he would be reaching the point where the stuff first started to fall off. Daniel tried to convince me to let him go back out to collect more, now that it was light and I became very mad because I was so scared of the thought of him getting hit. I told him there was no way I would let him go out there for even one second until my dad got there. Once my dad got close, He pulled over and started looking for any items. Once he hit the spot where he could first see our belongings, he called us. It was only about 300 yards from his car to ours and we combed the area as best as we could. We found many things that we had missed in the dark. My dad drove up my parents Yukon XL so we just threw the stuff into the car and did that for the whole area where the stuff had fallen out.
It was about 36 degrees and by the time we had loaded everything into my dad's car and were ready to figure out the next plan, I was so cold and overwhelmed I just couldn't really talk to anyone. I was traumatized pretty severely. I just pray that I will not have to experience something like that again, especially with people getting hurt. I am such a baby!
We decided that Daniel and I would continue the drive in my parents car and my dad would take the truck back with him. We could not put all of our stuff in the Truck again because it had no way of keeping it all down. The Yukon is enclosed so that was safer.
My parents were really nice and they paid for all of our gas and told us they would help us replace stuff.
We made it safely and arrived pretty late. The manager forgot to leave it unlocked so that was another adventure trying to get ahold of him and wait for him to bring a key. Once we FINALLY got into our apartment, we unloaded the whole car. Everything had been organized so perfectly for the move and now we did not even have any boxes. They had been destroyed.
We surveyed the damage and realized how lucky we were. Many things had scratches, a whole suitcase of my favorite shoes had been brutally ruined, my hard drive was smashed, I was missing some clothes and keepsakes... but other than that, only small wedding gifts were ruined and other little things. None of our big, expensive things had even a scratch! It all could have been SO much worse so we prayed so much for how lucky we ended up. We could have been so far from home and stranded that we would have been in big trouble. Or there would have been about three times the amount of people if it had happened even two hours later. Or we could have frozen if it happened it Utah. Or we could have lost everything if it happened on a bridge or an area with no shoulder.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Giving someone some coke.. I mean... A Coke.
I thought this assignment was going to be really cool because someone would be thrilled that I randomly gave them a soda. Unfortunately, my experience was much less eventful.
Daniel and I never drink or buy soda... but a recipe called for cans of Coke that I would be soaking meat in. They did not sell soda in packs that had less than 12 cans so I was left with 6 extra cans. I decided that I would take one of the cans to school and randomly hand it to someone. I walked into my first class and realized I only know about five of the other students in my class. When class ended, I walked up to a guy I didn't know and asked him if he wanted a Coke. He looked at me kinda weirded out and I explained that I didn't do anything weird to it. Then he just shrugged and said, "Yea sure, I guess I'll take it." Then he walked away.
I was surprised that he took it because it's not like we were standing at a vending machine and an extra soda popped out. I was just hoping he saw my ring so he knows I am married. If I were him and some random girl asked me if I wanted a soda, I would think she liked me, or that she is a creeper. I am one of three girls in the class so I am assuming he knows I am in his class which makes it worse. Out of all of the people in my class, I randomly walked up and gave it to him. That isn't very normal.
Well, he hasn't tried talking to me since so I am very relieved. It was kinda fun throwing him off so much so maybe I will take Shayne Clarke's advice and I will buy stuff for people randomly just to mess with them.
Good times. Good times.
Daniel and I never drink or buy soda... but a recipe called for cans of Coke that I would be soaking meat in. They did not sell soda in packs that had less than 12 cans so I was left with 6 extra cans. I decided that I would take one of the cans to school and randomly hand it to someone. I walked into my first class and realized I only know about five of the other students in my class. When class ended, I walked up to a guy I didn't know and asked him if he wanted a Coke. He looked at me kinda weirded out and I explained that I didn't do anything weird to it. Then he just shrugged and said, "Yea sure, I guess I'll take it." Then he walked away.
I was surprised that he took it because it's not like we were standing at a vending machine and an extra soda popped out. I was just hoping he saw my ring so he knows I am married. If I were him and some random girl asked me if I wanted a soda, I would think she liked me, or that she is a creeper. I am one of three girls in the class so I am assuming he knows I am in his class which makes it worse. Out of all of the people in my class, I randomly walked up and gave it to him. That isn't very normal.
Well, he hasn't tried talking to me since so I am very relieved. It was kinda fun throwing him off so much so maybe I will take Shayne Clarke's advice and I will buy stuff for people randomly just to mess with them.
Good times. Good times.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Recovering from the Loss
So after the whole election ordeal, we were obviously pretty upset. It worked out pretty well that we had already planned and arranged a two week trip for right after the election. The election was November 7th, 2012 and we left the morning of the 9th. We went first to Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island. We were only there for a few days and we stayed with Tess there. We then went to New York City and stayed in Brooklyn with my high school friend Avi. Then we went to Washington D.C. and stayed with Cassidy's parents (friend from the campaign, she was supposed to be there but last minute was not able to make it home) and their house is in Great Falls, Virginia.
Before going to Boston in January, Daniel had never been back East. I have been to most all of the eastern states but it had been about eight years. We did all of the typical tourist stuff because it was Daniel's first time and that is just part of what you have to do. There is so much awesome history and neat sites so needless to say we kept busy. We jam-packed our days in order to do everything that we wanted to do in each location. In Rhode Island, we ate at this amazing cafe for breakfast and then went back the next day because it was so good. In Boston, the locals have a coffee and donut or bagel in the morning. There are not really any breakfast cafes or if there are, we were too busy during the week to ever think about going out to breakfast. Thinking about that Rhode Island breakfast is even making my mouth water at the moment.
Providence does not have too many things to do so we walked around the whole campus of Brown University and then walked around the entire city. It is pretty small but we did a culture walk and listened to some of Rhode Island's history.
In New York we did all of the tourist stuff of course. We also got to see a whole new side of New York that I have never seen because my friend has lived there for a few years. We ate at some AMAZING food places and saw soooo many cool things. We even got to see the broadway show Jersey Boys and we saw The David Letterman Show! We walked through central park and took cool jumping pics, walked around quincy market, walked on the skywalk, got dessert at Serendipity, and about 1000 other cool things. We loved loved loved New York and we decided we could live there for a short time... but only a short time. Amazingly fun and unique city but that lifestyle would get very old and there are so many people that it is pretty overwhelming at times.
D.C. was awesome in its own way. Some friends from the campaign (The Gerards) live about 10 minutes from the house where we were staying so we hung out with them and the 10 other Ex Romney employees that were crashing at the Gerard's house until they figured out what they were going to do with there life now. We went into D.C. a few days and did all of the museums and monuments and EVERYTHING. We even went to Georgetown and walked all around! We seriously did a great job of being efficient because we saw everything that we had planned and wanted to see plus a bunch more things that we randomly decided we wanted to do.
The trip was awesome. It was just us two, carrying around everything we owned in Boston from bus to bus. We were crashing at friend's places with no real plans once we got to our destinations. We had lists of things that we wanted to try to see and that was as much of a plan as we had. We had the best time getting to travel around, spend 24/7 with each other, and become closer in so many ways. It was an experience we will never forget and it did partially help heal our crushed hearts and dreams.
Definitely a success.
Many pics below. All random and not necessarily in order at all. Enjoy.
Before going to Boston in January, Daniel had never been back East. I have been to most all of the eastern states but it had been about eight years. We did all of the typical tourist stuff because it was Daniel's first time and that is just part of what you have to do. There is so much awesome history and neat sites so needless to say we kept busy. We jam-packed our days in order to do everything that we wanted to do in each location. In Rhode Island, we ate at this amazing cafe for breakfast and then went back the next day because it was so good. In Boston, the locals have a coffee and donut or bagel in the morning. There are not really any breakfast cafes or if there are, we were too busy during the week to ever think about going out to breakfast. Thinking about that Rhode Island breakfast is even making my mouth water at the moment.
Providence does not have too many things to do so we walked around the whole campus of Brown University and then walked around the entire city. It is pretty small but we did a culture walk and listened to some of Rhode Island's history.
In New York we did all of the tourist stuff of course. We also got to see a whole new side of New York that I have never seen because my friend has lived there for a few years. We ate at some AMAZING food places and saw soooo many cool things. We even got to see the broadway show Jersey Boys and we saw The David Letterman Show! We walked through central park and took cool jumping pics, walked around quincy market, walked on the skywalk, got dessert at Serendipity, and about 1000 other cool things. We loved loved loved New York and we decided we could live there for a short time... but only a short time. Amazingly fun and unique city but that lifestyle would get very old and there are so many people that it is pretty overwhelming at times.
D.C. was awesome in its own way. Some friends from the campaign (The Gerards) live about 10 minutes from the house where we were staying so we hung out with them and the 10 other Ex Romney employees that were crashing at the Gerard's house until they figured out what they were going to do with there life now. We went into D.C. a few days and did all of the museums and monuments and EVERYTHING. We even went to Georgetown and walked all around! We seriously did a great job of being efficient because we saw everything that we had planned and wanted to see plus a bunch more things that we randomly decided we wanted to do.
The trip was awesome. It was just us two, carrying around everything we owned in Boston from bus to bus. We were crashing at friend's places with no real plans once we got to our destinations. We had lists of things that we wanted to try to see and that was as much of a plan as we had. We had the best time getting to travel around, spend 24/7 with each other, and become closer in so many ways. It was an experience we will never forget and it did partially help heal our crushed hearts and dreams.
Definitely a success.
Many pics below. All random and not necessarily in order at all. Enjoy.
Times Square
Leaving Boston, heading to Rhode Island
New York is very fitting for me
Times Square
Avi
Hanging out with Tess!
Love of my Life!
It was cold okay? Don't judge.
Im a creeper...
Daniel thinks he is a model?
squirrels
Quincy Market had a bakery that had Romney cupcakes.. (90% off... jk)
Christie/Peter Pan?
New York Sky Walk
Under a bridge in Central Park!
No one I'd rather spend time with
I became a little too acquainted. Daniel had to drag me away by bribing me with playing with puppies. Obsessed with animals? Check yes.
So So yummy in my tummy
Also delicious.
This show gave me goosebumps the WHOLE time
So funny!
So Us
I like symmetry
Wow he is athletic
Not a fan of the man in that house. We know who should really be living there.
Air and Space Museum
BUTTERFLY PATCH
Got Books?
Cassidy's dad
Great Falls... literally
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