Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Milk Day...

So yesterday, I'm sitting in the front room talking to my husband about his classes this semester and all that jazz, and he says: "Guess what, Monday we don't have class. It's Milk Day." I immediately gave him a crazy look, started laughing and said you mean Martin Luther King Day? He looked back at his paper and said OH! MLK day. With all the letters capitalized it looked like there was an I in there when you just glance at it...ha ha.



I love my husband.

Happy MILK day on Monday everyone! :)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Right now...I am angry.

Right now, I feel totally angry, so I decided I'm going to blog it all out real quick, and get on and get over it. Jarom and I are going to a BYU art show tonight with my Mom and brother, which should be really fun, and I want to have a good time at home later with the husband. So, with that being said...heard this song, loved it, can relate to it, so I'm posting it.

Jar Of Hearts
by Christina Perri

I know I can't take one more step toward you, cause all that's waiting is regret
and don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore, you lost the love I loved the most.
I learned to live, half alive and now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are, runnin' round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts
and tearing love apart, you're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, so don't
come back for me, who do you think you are.

I hear your askin all around if I am anywhere
to be found, but I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms.
I learned to live half alive, and now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are, runnin' round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts
and tearing love apart, you're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, so don't
come back for me, who do you think you are.

It took so long just to feel alright, remember how to put back the light in my eyes...you broke all your promises, and now you're back, you don't get to get me back.

Who do you think you are, runnin' round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts
and tearing love apart, you're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul, so don't
come back for me, don't come back at all, and who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul,
don't come back for me, don't come back at all.

Who do you think you are, who do you think you are, who do you think you are...


And to UVU's bookstore:

....thanks so much for listing 2 out of 3 of my husbands textbooks for this semester online incorrectly. I love ordering and spending $270.61 on textbooks from half.com that my husband doesn't need. And I especially love the trouble of having to now attempt to re-sell them online and re-order the correct ones with the unlimited amount of money we have from the money tree growin' out back. Thanks! For NOTHING!

Jarom always tells me that you get to choose how you are feeling and that nobody can MAKE you do something or feel a certain way...The gift of free agency, so I guess I'll choose not to be upset, and instead be grateful for a loving, supportive, and wise husband, for our good health, and for our testimonies and membership in the church. With that being said...

"You can't go hating others who have done wrong to you. Sometimes we get angry, but let the good Lord do his job, you just pray for them..."

I'll be praying...