so. i'm home sick today. on ski trip i felt a little congested, and then on tuesday my throat started feeling sore, and yesterday i woke up and i could barely talk. i went to the little clinic inside walgreens, which was kind of a fiasco. here is my clinic experience, in list form:
1. drive to CVS.
2. begin checking in at their kiosk.
3. halfway through checking in, realize they don't take my insurance.
4. leave CVS, drive across town to walgreens, thinking, 'silly CVS, why wouldn't they take my insurance?"
5. get to walgreens.
6. begin checking in at their kiosk.
7. halfway through checking in, realize they don't take my insurance.
8. decide i don't really care and finish checking in anyway.
9. 10 seconds later (literally!), get called into the office.
10. get poked and prodded and swabbed.
11. fail the strep test.
12. get a presciption anyway, that i said i'd just get at their pharmacy, that she said would take 10 minutes.
13. 25 minutes later, ask at the prescription counter if it's ready.
14. pharmacy tech asks my birthday about 3 times. i begin to realize something is awry.
15. pharmacy tech goes to talk to clinic lady.
16. apparently there has been a glitch in the computer system so they didn't actually get my prescription in the pharmacy. many apologies. "we'll get it as SOON as we can!"
17. 35 minutes later, they actually get it.
18. i pay for the prescription and the pharmacy tech tells me "i see one of these prescriptions is new for you. i'm just gonna have you talk to our pharmacist." (REALLY?)
19. wait 5 more minutes to talk to the pharmacist, who proceeds to tell me EXACTLY what the clinic lady already told me about my prescriptions. (thanks.)
20. leave walgreens, aka purgatory, shed a couple tears of frustration, and get a milkshake. for medicinal purposes, obviously.
21. go home, fall into bed, sleep for 4.5 hours.
let's just say, it was a ridiculous morning. i mean, crazy. but i got some meds and a nasal spray (and explicit instructions from the pharmacist) and i am feeling better today. although i had strep last year, and i'm pretty sure the quick strep test was wrong, so i am staying home from work today so as to not infect anybody. luckily, on wednesday, i brought some work home, so i do have some things i can do that are low-key. right now, however, i am watching american idol on our tivo.
some people need to take a good hard look in the mirror. and maybe never sing again.
in other news, my dad was just here for a couple of days. talk about bad timing, i felt TERRIBLE that i was out of commission almost the whole time. but we did teach him the wonders of the wii, specifically tiger woods golf, and last night we went for reals bowling. for a few frames i was actually beating him! (you need to know that my dad was in a bowling league for approximately 25 years. at one time his average was a few pins shy of 200. although, i was also in a bowling league when i was little and one year my team won the city trophy. but let's just say we were not evenly matched. he did say he hadn't picked up a bowling ball in about 8 years, so that helped.) but i told brian from the beginning if he got his spin right, we were toast. and i was correct. i did beat brian though, so that made me feel better!
speaking of bowling, you probably didn't know that a bowling alley played a prominent role in our courtship, did you? here's the story: the first summer brian and i met, at the end of the summer we were hanging out with a bunch of people. some of us decided to go bowling, and brian, my friend emily, this kid whose name i forget but i know he wanted to be a sportscaster on espn, and i wound up on the same lane. we were semi flirting at that time, and somebody (it was probably me) decided it would be funny if we pretended we were on double dates, expect we kept switching partners the whole time, so anybody who was watching us got really confused. so we did. and i guess you could say that was me and brian's first "date," although it was totally fake and 2 years before we started dating for reals. BUT, at the end of the night, somebody dared brian to take his bowling shoes with him (also known as stealing) and if you know brian very well at all, you know he took that dare. he still has the shoes to this day, and they say right on them: "property of SWEETHEART lanes." isn't that adorable? we should have known!
ok. all of this typing is wearing me out. plus, if you have actually read this far into this post, you're probably praying it ends very soon. i grant your wish. have a wonderful, strep-free day!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Neglecting the blog / Ski trip
We admit it, we have been neglecting our blog. We have not made the time to update it since before the holidays. Well hopefully we can look at this as a new begining of updating regularly.
We just got back from a ski trip to Durango, Colorado. We had a blast hanging out the kids, and we had no major injuries to our kids asside from a broken wrist!
I snowboarded for the second time and really liked it. After the second day I decided that I will continue snowboarding the next time that we go. I am very sore and tired from the trip, but looking forward to the inaguration tomorrow!
Amy is tired after working for over 85 hours straight she will get some much needed rest. We are chilling at home catching up with our TiVoed shows and soon going to see the next hour of Jack Bauer's worst day ever. Hope this post finds you well!
Look forward to an exciting inauguration post tomorrow!
-- Post From My iPhone
We just got back from a ski trip to Durango, Colorado. We had a blast hanging out the kids, and we had no major injuries to our kids asside from a broken wrist!
I snowboarded for the second time and really liked it. After the second day I decided that I will continue snowboarding the next time that we go. I am very sore and tired from the trip, but looking forward to the inaguration tomorrow!
Amy is tired after working for over 85 hours straight she will get some much needed rest. We are chilling at home catching up with our TiVoed shows and soon going to see the next hour of Jack Bauer's worst day ever. Hope this post finds you well!
Look forward to an exciting inauguration post tomorrow!
-- Post From My iPhone
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
three years.
Three years and nine months ago, I was waiting (impatiently) in the airport Starbucks to see Brian again. He was flying in from Texas to spend his spring break getting to know this new city I had moved to and the new church I had just started working for. But it wasn’t just a casual visit—he was previewing his new life.
Three years and nine months ago, after I spent a few minutes in confusion and was tipped off by an old lady, and I finally saw him. He came around the corner, sweating and flustered and carrying three dozen roses. He handed them to me, kissed me, and told me I should probably put them down. Brian got down on one knee, right there, and asked me to be his wife. (He would want me to tell you that I nodded and said, “Uh huh!” So he asked me if that meant yes, and I said, “Duh!”) Brian’s plan for the perfect proposal didn’t quite work out as planned, but it ended perfectly—with a yes and some quick pictures and a bottle of champagne as his friends ran to catch their connecting flight. And I couldn’t stop looking at my ring all day.
Three years and four months ago, I cried as Brian flew around the world to spend six weeks in Germany. Six weeks as compared to a lifetime really isn’t that long, but I felt every second we were apart. I held on to the promise he had given me, with platinum and diamonds and his heart—the promise that he was mine, and I was his, and that soon it would be official and we would start our lives together.
Three years ago today, I had barely slept. It was like Christmas morning times a million, knowing the incredible gift I would receive that day. I fell asleep so late, woke up so early, and my girlfriends piled in my bed to watch old “Friends” episodes in the wee hours of the morning to laugh and help the time pass quickly. When the sun came up, we went to the salon—that opened early just for us—to get our hair done. We laughed some more and ate m&m’s for breakfast. I only had to wait until 11 am to become a wife, but it felt like days. We got ready together in the bridal suite, and people kept coming in and out to see me—my youth group girls, my parents, Brian’s parents, our friends, even his groomsmen. Brian was all alone in his room, not allowed to leave lest he see me too early. We took some pictures in the radiant morning light, and then it was finally time.
Three years ago today, I peeked through the hidden window in the back of the sanctuary to see everyone waiting. I watched as Brian took his spot at the front of the church. I heard the string quartet begin their sweet song, and one by one my friends preceded me down the aisle. And then—the moment I had been waiting for—I walked down the aisle to the smiling, handsome, excited man I was about to marry.
Three years ago today, I was on the verge of tears before my brother cracked an inside joke from the pulpit. I was reminded that marriage is from God, and that our choices should not break that covenant God has given to us. I listened to Brian make promises to me, and I made them in return. We said we would spend our lives always trying to love each other better. We said no matter what. And once again, Brian gave me a perfect circle of precious metal and jewels as a symbol of his love.
Three years later, on this anniversary of the day we said “I will” – that circle is a little banged up. It has been cleaned and reshaped and checked and polished. It has some dents and knicks. It’s not perfect—and it’s because of its imperfection that I love it even more. Our love has seen hard days and happy ones, date nights and arguments. We have been impatient and selfish, and we’ve given all that we have. We have prayed together, but not enough. We have shared dreams, passions, fears, and a trillion laughs. We have spent days apart, and gone only minutes without talking again. We have loved, and tomorrow we will choose to love again.
Today, our anniversary happened to fall on a Wednesday. And so we have decided to celebrate by sharing the tiny crumbs of wisdom we have learned in the past three years with the teenagers in our youth group. We love having the privilege of living life in front of them—literally. Many of them were there three years ago to witness our vows, and we want them to know that we still mean it. (And then we’re going to leave everyone behind and celebrate all by ourselves.)
Today, I love my husband more than I did three years ago. I know him more deeply, and I can’t even imagine what God has in store for us next. There isn’t anyone I’d rather spend this life—or the next five minutes—with. He always makes me laugh, he always holds me when I cry, and he always, always, supports my dreams and hopes. I know myself, so I know what he has to put up with, and I am just amazed that he loves me more every day.
Today, I am grateful to our amazing Father for the best gift imaginable—someone to share my life with who loves me just like He does—unconditionally.
Three years and nine months ago, after I spent a few minutes in confusion and was tipped off by an old lady, and I finally saw him. He came around the corner, sweating and flustered and carrying three dozen roses. He handed them to me, kissed me, and told me I should probably put them down. Brian got down on one knee, right there, and asked me to be his wife. (He would want me to tell you that I nodded and said, “Uh huh!” So he asked me if that meant yes, and I said, “Duh!”) Brian’s plan for the perfect proposal didn’t quite work out as planned, but it ended perfectly—with a yes and some quick pictures and a bottle of champagne as his friends ran to catch their connecting flight. And I couldn’t stop looking at my ring all day.
Three years and four months ago, I cried as Brian flew around the world to spend six weeks in Germany. Six weeks as compared to a lifetime really isn’t that long, but I felt every second we were apart. I held on to the promise he had given me, with platinum and diamonds and his heart—the promise that he was mine, and I was his, and that soon it would be official and we would start our lives together.
Three years ago today, I had barely slept. It was like Christmas morning times a million, knowing the incredible gift I would receive that day. I fell asleep so late, woke up so early, and my girlfriends piled in my bed to watch old “Friends” episodes in the wee hours of the morning to laugh and help the time pass quickly. When the sun came up, we went to the salon—that opened early just for us—to get our hair done. We laughed some more and ate m&m’s for breakfast. I only had to wait until 11 am to become a wife, but it felt like days. We got ready together in the bridal suite, and people kept coming in and out to see me—my youth group girls, my parents, Brian’s parents, our friends, even his groomsmen. Brian was all alone in his room, not allowed to leave lest he see me too early. We took some pictures in the radiant morning light, and then it was finally time.
Three years ago today, I peeked through the hidden window in the back of the sanctuary to see everyone waiting. I watched as Brian took his spot at the front of the church. I heard the string quartet begin their sweet song, and one by one my friends preceded me down the aisle. And then—the moment I had been waiting for—I walked down the aisle to the smiling, handsome, excited man I was about to marry.
Three years ago today, I was on the verge of tears before my brother cracked an inside joke from the pulpit. I was reminded that marriage is from God, and that our choices should not break that covenant God has given to us. I listened to Brian make promises to me, and I made them in return. We said we would spend our lives always trying to love each other better. We said no matter what. And once again, Brian gave me a perfect circle of precious metal and jewels as a symbol of his love.
Three years later, on this anniversary of the day we said “I will” – that circle is a little banged up. It has been cleaned and reshaped and checked and polished. It has some dents and knicks. It’s not perfect—and it’s because of its imperfection that I love it even more. Our love has seen hard days and happy ones, date nights and arguments. We have been impatient and selfish, and we’ve given all that we have. We have prayed together, but not enough. We have shared dreams, passions, fears, and a trillion laughs. We have spent days apart, and gone only minutes without talking again. We have loved, and tomorrow we will choose to love again.
Today, our anniversary happened to fall on a Wednesday. And so we have decided to celebrate by sharing the tiny crumbs of wisdom we have learned in the past three years with the teenagers in our youth group. We love having the privilege of living life in front of them—literally. Many of them were there three years ago to witness our vows, and we want them to know that we still mean it. (And then we’re going to leave everyone behind and celebrate all by ourselves.)
Today, I love my husband more than I did three years ago. I know him more deeply, and I can’t even imagine what God has in store for us next. There isn’t anyone I’d rather spend this life—or the next five minutes—with. He always makes me laugh, he always holds me when I cry, and he always, always, supports my dreams and hopes. I know myself, so I know what he has to put up with, and I am just amazed that he loves me more every day.
Today, I am grateful to our amazing Father for the best gift imaginable—someone to share my life with who loves me just like He does—unconditionally.
we’ve been together for a while now
growing stronger every day now
it feels so good and there is no doubt
I will stay with you
as each morning brings a sunrise
and the flowers bloom in springtime
on my love you can rely
and I’ll stay with you
~ john legend
we love each other becauseHe loved us first.~ 1 John 4:19
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