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Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

Continuing on…

Saturday came around and we just did Saturday-type things such as cleaning, laying around, eating a delicious breakfast at Maglebye’s, doing homework, and watching I Am Legend with T.J.’s siblings and their spouses.

This brings us to Sunday. We had a wonderful afternoon hanging out together with the windows open, sunlight pouring into the condo. We watched a few romantic movies, took a walk, made some sugar cookies (which I am kind of in love with), and home-made Valentines.

I tried to make these cute heart cakes, but I tried to experiment a bit and so I didn’t follow the recipe exactly. Turns out I should have done precisely what it told me to do, considering I had to through the entire cake away.

I also learned why I blog and don’t scrapbook when I was making Valentines. I decided not to give them away because they looked so silly.

In the middle of decorating the cookies and listening to the wonderful, new Adele CD, we had another situation occur. Just when we were having the best Sunday of our lives…

T.J. fell (I won’t tell you how so doesn’t get embarrassed) and we realized one of his stitches broke. It was disgusting. Lots of blood. That type of stuff makes me sick just to think about. It was late and he was in a lot of pain, so he decided we should head on over to the ER again just in case it did any damage or wouldn’t get infected. At least sitting in the ER for a while made me finish my homework.

So, that was our weekend.

It was a bit crazy, but hopelessly romantic at times.

Oh, and P.S. my husband surprised me on campus with a beautiful bouquet of roses, took me to the Bombay House (my favorite Indian restaurant), and had a large box of exquisite chocolate covered nuts waiting for me at home to eat when he had to go back to campus for the night. I ended my Valentine’s Day watching An Affair to Remember with the timeless actor, Cary Grant. They just don’t make actors like him anymore…

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An Affair to Remember

We decided to celebrate Valentine’s on Friday because T.J. it was more convenient. Turns out we should have stuck to celebrating on Monday because of a  several minor catastrophes, but we got a lot of memories from the weekend and next year we will be able to look back and laugh.

Situation 1: I bought T.J. new Levi’s (for free because I had a Kohl’s gift card) and wanted to wait until Valentine’s day to give them to him. I was too excited, so on Thursday night, I laid them on the bed with a cute note for him to find when he came home and I was already asleep. He was just excited as I was so he ripped off the tags before even trying them on. Fortunately, I am a good wife and know my husband’s jean size.

Situation 2: I told T.J. that Friday night he needed to be ready by 8:00 PM, dressed in a suit and tie. He went through about 100 ideas of what we were going to do. I should have written them all down because we are always out of date ideas. He decided the surprise must be a dinner and a show. He literally couldn’t handle the anticipation so I calmed him down with another part of my V-day gift: a bottle of Martinelli’s and an hour of Arrested Development.

Situation 3: On the way to our final destination, I told him we could play 20 Questions because he was really going crazy not knowing what we were going to do. I then started to get very self conscious because the evening was going to be fun but not epic and I didn’t want his hopes to get way up. He found out we were going dancing, but thought we were going to have dance lessons somewhere. (Pretty sure if he knew anything about me, he’d know I would never do that to him or to me.) So, to his surprise, we met up with his best friend Ryan and his fiancé Kasey Anne, his brother Dustin and sister-in-law Lindsey. The evening was to be spent at the UVU Church Institute Dinner and Dance (because who turns down a free dinner with great friends?). There was a big brass jazz band (which we had at our wedding so that brought back fun memories) and although we aren’t a part of the institute, it was still a blast.

Situation 4: We all got a little tired, I decided to head home because I had been up late from the JB Premiere (ohhh gosh, what a great movie), but T.J. went and played Kinect with the rest of the group. My husband takes this game very seriously and gets very competitive. Maybe too seriously and too competitive because while playing, he hit his hand on the lightbulb hanging on the ceiling and needed to go to the E.R. All of this occurring while I was at home sleeping, T.J. found out if the cut would have gone any further he would have needed surgery. Luckily, he just needed four stitches. But still not fun. I woke to my husband climbing into bed around 2 or 3 AM telling me he just came from the hospital.

TBC in the next post…

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The Loose Ends

Boy. Oh. Boy. This year, I took the responsibility of planning our Valentine’s date and can I just say it is going to rock? Oh, and did I mention it’s only costing me approximately $5.00? Everything is falling into place nicely thanks to leftover wedding gift cards, remixing my closet, and help from a little friend of ours.

 I can’t give the details now, just in case T.J. reads this (yeah, right) but it’s going to be fun, classy, and romantic.

And this brings me to the conclusion of my post. Not much accomplished in this one.

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V is for Vegas

Sun + Shopping

What more could I have asked for?

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We Cannot Turn Back

If you haven’t watched Martin Luther King, Junior’s “I Have a Dream” speech lately, watch it. It will really enlighten you. The literary devices of the speech are just incredible. Filled with allegories, allusions, and alliteration–this speech is truly inspired.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”

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Christmas Break Wordle

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Yankeeeee Swap

All of these posts are out of order, but who cares.

Before we go to Christmas Eve Mass, the Dorans and my family have a nice dinner and then play White Elephant.

It’s like Machiavelli meets… Christmas.

This year, Ramsey decided to reenact the 2nd season Christmas episode of The Office. He played Michael. The best part of the whole thing was that someone actually gave Christmas pot holders as their gift and Ramsey randomly picked that gift. Christmas miracle?

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Catholic for one night a year

I’ve mentioned this on here before, but on Christmas Eve, my family and the Dorans (our old neighbors who are basically a part of the fam) go to a Catholic church in Cincinnati to hear my dad play the trumpet and my sister play the violin for the midnight Mass. I love this tradition because it puts the focus back onto our Savior and the Priest always has such a touching story to share with the congregation.

It was so special to share this specific evening with T.J. this year. I loved seeing him become a part of my family and so willingly participate in all of our family’s traditions. I’m so blessed to have such a kind (and cute… check out his skinny tie) husband!

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Trains, Trains, Trains

One of my family’s Christmas traditions is to go downtown Cincinnati for the afternoon to see Santa and all of the other festivities, including the trains at the Duke Energy building. They’ve been doing this display for nearly a century, and we’ve gone since I can remember. It is one of the most magical parts of the season to me. They do almost as good of a job as Elf does in Gimbels.

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