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How I get my husband to do Redmond Clay Mud Masks with me?

Wait until he gets back surgery so he can't run away from me even if he wants to.




P.S.
Dear Men,
Life is so much easier when you just submit :)

My Ty

Dear Tyler,

August 2007 around noon, you called me and said that you had been in an accident.

I started panicking but you told me you were fine. I drive to where you are. On the North Bound freeway entrance off Center Street in Provo. I see your Landcruiser completely totalled and being towed away. You were sitting in a Cop car filling out lots of paperwork. I started to calm down when I saw you in one piece. Until you tell me what happened.

You were driving the fast lane of the freeway. Another truck swerved into you and pushed you up against the cement wall. The Landcruiser caught some loose gravel and threw you across all 4 lanes of traffic until you flipped between 4-6 times. You said that you're eyes were wide open the whole time you were flying through the air. I think I remember you saying you even laughed to yourself thinking, "Is this really happening?" The car landed on the hood.
You told me that people pulled over to help you and they said that they figured they were going to be pulling a dead man out of the car. Witnesses said that the truck that hit you, pulled over for a second but decided to drive away instead.
You crawled out of the windshield. You declined the offers to go to the E.R. because you felt fine. Only a few scratches and a lost shoe.

It wasn't until the next day when the adrenalin and shock wore off that you felt the full effects of the previous day.

For the next two years:
Bulging Discs, Nerve Damage, Numbness, Muscle Spasms. Debilitating pain 24/7. Physical Therapy, Cortisone injections, weird back contraptions and lots of Icy/Hot. But nothing worked.


January 6th you had back surgery. A Discectomy and a Fusion. It was an amazing feeling to know how many people were praying for you. I could feel each and every prayer. I have never been so nervous and scared for you but I have also never felt so happy for you. This literal Hell was finally over. When you were wheeled into your room, I will never forget the look on your face. In that moment, I knew what it felt like to be needed and loved. You needed me.
You said you instantly felt relief. No more nerve pain.
I loved being with you those days in the hospital. I loved hanging out with you all day. I loved helping you out of bed, helping you into bed, helping you walk, and sleeping in that horribly uncomfortable chair next you bed and holding your hand.
Now you are home. I love being your crutch when you walk laps around the house. You look so cute when you wander around with your cane.

I am so happy that this chapter of our life is closed. I love seeing the old Tyler. You are back.

I love you.

Resistant Resolution

Only resolution this year.

Get the guy in the kitchen at work to say Hi to me. A year a six months working here and NOT A WORD thrown my way. I even ran into him today to get some kind of reaction.

I almost felt like Patrick Swayze for a minute there.

Don't you hate it when

You get ready for the day, look at yourself in the mirror and think, "Not bad", but then when you see yourself in the mirror at work or the in the window at the mall and think, "The Apocalypse just happened me".

HGTV vs. Lifetime

This is a very interesting subject for me seeing how I love these channels. Yet no thoughts are coming to my brain. I think I might be over blogging. Maybe it's because we are closing on our house today and HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE is the only thing on my mind. I have been pondering over paint colors for weeks now. I am so indecisive.

I was talking with my mom and brother, Kasey, about this next subject recently.

Being Emo must be really expensive. Multiple body piercings, millions of tattoos, at least a box of black hair color every other month(maybe more if you have blond roots), hair product, and you can't forget the eyeliner/guyliner. But on the other hand, they save a lot of money by wearing the same black hoodie and jeans year round, bi monthly showers, and a soda only diet. So maybe it's not so pricey after all.

I went to the dentist today to get a temporary crown. After I get the permanent one on, it's on to braces. I partially blame my mom for me not having straight teeth now. I think she stopped caring about teeth after Meagan. So maybe I should blame Meagan for burning my mom out. So 50% blame goes to Mom, 50% goes to Meagan. Chase, you can get in on this too since you didn't get braces either.

I got a $25 itunes gift card for Christmas. Best present besides the Cocoa Latte machine.
I need to find some new music. Any ideas? I am listening to Aerosmith's "I don't Wanna Miss a Thing". Wow, that takes me back to sixth grade. Ward dance, Dave Cowely asked me to dance to this song. I thought I died and gone to heaven.

Promptings

I feel like I have been trying to feel the Christmas Spirit all month.
I felt like I was running out of time, Christmas was approaching fast. Then last Sunday happened.
I had missed my sacrament meeting so I went to another ward to take the sacrament. I was sitting in the lobby feeling sorry for myself and thinking about my problems. All it took for my load to lighten and heart to soften was a timid, genuine woman who walked straight up to me and said, "For what it's worth, you look really nice today, I love your stockings."
I could have hugged her and cried like a little child.

I truly love that inspired woman.

$%#*@*$**@#$&*#*$@!

Just found out that we will not be in our new house until AFTER Christmas. All along we were told that there was 99.9% chance that we would be in at least a day before Christmas. The seller is a bit clueless and has been making this process A LOT more complicated than needs be. Us, our agent and the seller's agent have been doing everything we can to accommodate her and her "situation". I'm sick of accommodating. I'm sick of feeling unsettled, uneasy, living out of boxes and worst of all, having no Christmas tree.

It doesn't feel like Christmas without a tree.

I know I am complaining but I don't care. I am angry and upset. Our new closing date is December 30th. Only an 8 day difference, no big deal. Oh, but it is cause that's the weekend that my sister is getting married. How can I move everything into our house, clean and paint AND be there to help my sister like she deserves? I know in the end, things will be fine but right now, I am mad.

I plan things. I envision how things will go and how long they will take. All those mental plans have been royally screwed. Oh and of course since I was so giddy and impatient, I already planned this whole New Year's Eve party. I even made an event and invited everyone on Facebook. I even had a few RSVPs. So much for that. If you were planning on coming. Make new plans...unless you still want to come and help paint. I will provide free bandannas for your hair.

Screw it. I'm getting a tree tonight. And I'm keeping it up until April.

Perspective

The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.

Don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it into your future.

The second one hits home lately.

Awwwkwarrrd..

On second thought, he decided to keep the ring.

99% of the time it works every time

363 days a year I sleep through the night like a rock. The few times when I do wake up, it's either because of some object I'm laying on, or a weird dream. Last night, it was the WEIRDEST object.

I have a dog who likes to hide things. He loves stealing treasures and "hiding" them for a later date. Countless times I have found Chocolates in corners and under clothes that have been thrown on the floor. He places them there and then he "buries" them the way dogs do when they bury bones in the backyard. Although the carpet doesn't move and the candy stays in plain sight, Toben feels it's secure and undetectable.
What amazes me the most is that this tiny ravenous dog has enough self control to hold him self back from tearing into these treats at that very moment. I like to think he has an eternal perspective on things like this.
Last night I wake up feeling this strange object. Sit up, pull object from sheets, keep eyes closed cause it's pitch black and there's no point in opening them, smell object, realize it's a cookie, think about how sad Toben will be when he returns for dessert and has to go to bed hungry, smile at that scenario playing out in real life, and go back to sleep.

Next night. I am on my knees in front of the couch(this is starting to sound dirty) at eye level with Toben trying to accomplish the nightly task of annoying him. Then he stops. I stop. He has his eyes set on something. He dives into the corner of the couch and pulls out ANOTHER COOKIE! Really? REALLY? Me and Ty are dying laughing as we're trying to get a picture of this steadfast dog teething, yet so delicately clamping down on this cookie as to not crush it.

I'm not even mad.