My January

So here’s the deal, February. January was a doozy.

Seriously, you better not get any ideas.

Firstly, I caught a bad case of senioritis before the semester even started.

Then amazingly my senioritis managed to metastasize in the form of appendicitis and gall bladder yuckies at the same time. I also decided that CT scan drink is the most disgusting substance in existence (while CT scan ‘IV body glow fluid’ make you feel like you peed your pants- yea, it’s weird).

I proved myself as a fighter after only taking pain meds for 4 1/2 days because they make you feel like junk (did I mention I didn’t shed a tear during the 8 hours it took to figure out my 1/3 of my accessory organs decided to go on strike for good? Case and point, I have some wonder woman tolerance that have been passed down from my mom and grandma).

I went back to school to only to have a breakdown when I realized I was (and am) in way over my head with my classes.

Had a break down when we received the bills for my surgery.

Cried again when I realized how awesome insurance can really be.

Then cried some more when we decided that although insurance is awesome, it’s still crappy enough to steal our Thailand trip money (at least we had money to have stolen, though).

I also started to count down the weeks left of my senior year during the third week of class.

What does all of that have to do with you, February? As of right now, you have a very good chance of being my favorite month this year. I’m pretty sure I have hit my sick quota of the year and I am not expecting any more mystery bills. Also, I fully plan on enjoying your 3-day weekend a million times more than January’s (considering I’m actually going on vacation instead of wincing in pain). Also, by the time you’re done and over with I’ll be more than half way done with my last semester.

So basically, as long as you don’t drop the ball you’re golden.

Just don’t drop the ball, deal?

Cursed.

I came to three conclusions today while flying to California to be with my hubby and our family for Christmas (which I am still in the process of doing).

1. I am cursed.
2. I am pathetic when I'm sick
3. I am madly in love with a very sexy man.

How doe these three things pull together? Well 1, everytime I have flown in the last year I have either been sick on the way to our from my destination. In January I was dying (at least it felt like it) from a kidney infection and had to get iv fluids because I had thrown up so much. In April, August, September, November, and today I have gotten a mysterious bug that usually involves bowing down to the porcelain throne. Today I have only thrown up 3 times (once on the plane), so I'm considering myself lucky.

This leads to my second conclusion. I completely regress when I'm sick. I was able to hold it together today until I was told I couldn't push my flight time back an hour or two to avoid puking on my seatmate.

All I have to say about that is wow.

Wow as in wow. There is no other word to describe it. Wow as in 'this is too awful to watch, but is so bad that I can't look away' wow. I'm sure the opaque barf bag that was half full (not empty- believe me, the bag was half full, my tummy was half empty) didn't help much.

This is where my three conclusions become very conclusive. I am so madly deeply and unequivocally in love with my Mister. If I was flying to anyone else I would have stayed at my parent's house in the fetal position on the most comfortable mattress in the universe (believe me, you have no clue what you're missing!).

Looks like kings to me for a while :)

Now please excuse me as I ask a gate agent for a motion sickness bag and hunt down another can of gingerale.

I wuv you, Mister!

Handmade with Love

So...

The last month has basically been a blur. I have a ton to blog about, but I'm going to put all of that aside right now.

Right now I want to talk about these:

 Isn't she lovely?

Why? Because I think you should know about how awesome my Grandpa is. Seriously. This man is the rock in our family in more ways than one. He is very generous, loving, and is an absolutely sweetheart to my Grandma.

(exhibit a)

Not only is my Grandpa the quintessential Grandpa, he is a very skilled craftsman. If you can imagine it, this man can make it. A true engineer. Grandpa makes bowls, tables, nativities, leatherwork, and jewelry.

Everything is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Especially the jewelry. Every piece he makes is an heirloom. Having been so blessed with his talents, Emily and I thought it would be super fun to dabble in this art with him.

Which brings me to wanting to talk about these:

(they're awesome, right?!)

Emily and I made those earrings with my Grandpa yesterday afternoon. This leads to some of my other favorite things about my grandpa. First, Grandpa is an amazing teacher. Better yet, Grandpa is an amazingly patient teacher.

That quality proved to be particularly handy considering it took my sister and I four hours to make two pairs of earrings and fail on a third (that Grandpa is gracefully finishing). But after four hours Emily and I have one of a kind earrings

One of a kind, people. One of a kind handmade with love.

And I absolutely love them.

And has you can tell, we absolutely loved making them, too.

I think we're going to become regulars at Grandpa's work bench :)

My prayer.

Wish me luck. I officially start studying for these tomorrow.

A Postless Post

I'm not that great of a blogger.

I'll totally be on the ball for a few weeks and then, out of no where- I stop.

Generally it's because of school. Or work. Or new ways I'd rather spend my leisure time.

But this time- I'm about 95% positive that I left my camera at my parents house. The very same camera that had all of my thanksgiving pictures on it. Needless to say, don't count on a Thanksgiving post this week. Chances are when I do one anyways it'll involve pictures stolen from my sisters blogs.

We also went ice skating with some of my favoritest people a couple weeks ago. Don't worry. I took awesome pictures- they're just all on my computer which is currently being commondeered by my husband since he currently doesn't have a laptop. That's another blog post in and of itself that I need to do.

That doesn't even include the BYU v Utah game. Oh man, it was awesome. We took pictures of that too, because I'm so smart that we have a backup camera in case I misplace the first one. We just don't have an sd card reader right now.

Then there's the fact that my finals actually start next week instead of two weeks from now and I have 1245087236 things to do before then.

Not to mention my subscribe button is spelled wrong. And it has been since I put it up there over a month ago (thanks Rachel for pointing that on out!).

Moral of the story: I don't think I'm supposed to blog until the end of finals.

Or maybe until at least the end of Thursday. That's when I'm done with all of my non final deadlines.

Here's a little sneak peak at the BYU v Utah game, though.

Yea. It was an awesome game.

Watch Out, World.

There's a new Miller on the loose.

And to be completely honest, I'm almost 100% positive that she's the cutest one yet.

Congratulations to my brother and sister in law Ryan and Julia- their beautiful baby girl finally came on the 20th.

Word from Grandpa Mike (ha!) is that she's an absolute angel and a total snuggle bug - needless to say Chris and I are getting anxious to meet her this Christmas!!

Here's to you guys!

And here's a video for kicks!