Showing posts with label future husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label future husband. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A Coming of Age

In 1.5 weeks I will move from:
  • BYU Athletics Secretary for Soccer, Gymnastics, and Tennis
  • 6 Hour Work Days
  • 30 Minute Lunch Breaks
  • Only 401K Benefits
  • A Cave Office

To this:
  • BYU Athletics Administrative Assistant to the Associate Athletic Director
  • 8 Hour Work Days
  • 60 Minute Lunch Breaks
  • Medical and Dental Insurance + 401K Retirement Benefits + Paid Holidays, Vacation, & Sick Time
  • Legit Office

It's a coming of age. I actually have to be a real adult now with a real full time job.

Feelings:
  • Sad to miss out on day to day interaction with awesome coaches and athletes
  • Man! I'm going to miss my incredible soccer team! (Ranked #4 in the Country!)
  • Gonna have to get more sleep at night so I can actually wake up EARLIER to run... ugh.
  • Super nervous for the overwhelmingness of a new job
  • So stoked for this new opportunity and the adventures it will bring!








P.S.      Dear Future Husband:
                       I can give us awesome insurance, tickets and put you through school if need be.
                       Just thought you'd like to know.  :)

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

For the Love of Peanut Butter

There is nothing quite like a newly opened jar of peanut butter:
2 Weeks Ago

And nothing sadder than scraping the last bit out of the jar. Every. Last. Bit.
Today...
Yep. 2 weeks. That's as long as an entire jar lasts in my cupboard.

Peanut Butter is one of those mostest delicious foods that can go with anything.
And when recipes like the following are discovered, it's difficult not to go out and buy a whole case of peanut butter.

Because, ya know, the most tempting isle in the grocery store is the peanut butter isle. It's a good thing (sort of) that peanut butter is so expensive and I have to try and limit my peanut butter intake.

  • Homemade Peanut Butter Cups
  • Peanut Butter Cupcakes
  • Peanut Butter Frosting
  • Triple Peanut Butter Cookies
  • Peanut Butter Crepes
  • Peanut Butter Oatmeal
  • Peanut Butter Doughnuts
  • Chocolate and Peanut Butter Parfaits
  • Peanut Butter Pancakes
  • Peanut Butter Cheese Ball
  • Peanut Butter Meatballs
  • Peanut Butter Soup
  • Peanut Butter Pork Kabobs
  • Peanut Butter Noodles
Yes yes it all sounds delicious. Well, peanut butter meatballs might be pushing it. But my favoritest ways to eat peanut butter are:
  • PB&J
  • Peanut Butter and Pretzels
  • Peanut Butter and Apples
  • Peanut Butter and Celery
  • But best of all, Peanut Butter by the spoonfuls.

Peanut Butter should be enjoyed by it's full flavor--sometimes with nothing else added.

You know you're craving it right now.
Be my guest.
Peanut Butter is healthy.
(Within balance of course...)

FYI: Skippy Reduced Fat Creamy Peanut Butter is my most favoritest. But don't be fooled. They might have taken out a whole 25% of the fat, but they added about that much sugar to it. Thus, the deliciousness of eating it by the spoonful.

Oh and for the record:
Dear Future Husband: the way to my heart is through peanut butter. However, I still expect flowers every once in a while.

P.S. I want to start doing some "consistent updates." Lots of bloggers out there are doing things such as Top Things Happening This Week, Pinterest (of course), TV Show Updates and Comments, etc. I needed something original. Be on the lookout for more "For the Love of..." posts--featuring my particular "loves" in my life!

Monday, March 5, 2012

A Man Like My Dad

Today as I drove home from work, Brad Paisely's I'm Still A Guy came on the radio. 
I got to thinkin, "Yep. That's my Dad for sure."


These days there's dudes getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can't grip a tacklebox...

Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God, I'm still a guy.


Granted, this may be a bit exaggerated, but the part about lotiony hands made me laugh. 
That's my Dad to a T. 
Growing up and even now, I feel as if there isn't a thing in the world that my Dad can't do. 

He can fix a broken down car, he can carry zillion pound suitcases up stairs. He can yank a snow-buried snowmobile out of the side of a mountain, he can help me submit my taxes, he can build me a Barbie house. He can study the scriptures every single day even though he dislikes reading, he can give me a blessing anytime I need it, he can advise on life decisions. He can patiently listen to me vent and then talk me through many a "boy trouble." He can be patient through the tears of teaching a girl how to mow the lawn, mind her mother, water ski, build a fire, fix a car, and be on time. He can gently brush my long, wet, tangled hair, he can pick a large knot in a necklace. He can put a little girls hair in pig tails, and sit through a daughters recital. He can silently smile as we giggle through family prayers, he can shed a tear as his daughters grow up. 
But always always, there isn't a thing in this world that my Dad can't do.

Yes, my Dad is a man of many talents. He has set the standard high to be sure, it'll be hard to beat, but one of these days I'll find a man, a manly man, who is just like my wonderful Dad.