Would you like to add guacamole for 99 cents?

As most of you know, I started my job at Chilis. I have been training for the last week, so I get to tail people and occasionally do things. I also have gotten free food for the last week as a part of my training. Little did we know, it was actually how they get "Chilis" to invade your home. So you only THINK you escape your job... until you get home and smell it there too. Leaking from the fridge. Aroma mists in your room from the direction of the hamper.

Last night was my first day alone. I was supposed to start easy. The 11-5 shift. My friend Raquel asked me to switch and take the night. Seeing as we need the money, I took it. It wasn't until I got there that Kristen Young's warning a few days earlier came to its full realization: It is Homecoming Weekend. Not only was there the usual Saturday night crowd, but the prom dresses, tuxes, blue/white painted bodies and hungry mobs of disappointed (bad tipping) BYU fans. I had it under control when I had my little corner of tables. (4-2. Started with 4, then they took two away) Then, the groups came. I thought I was doing pretty well and I wanted to handle more. I took on the 10 group table. They were super nice. Really gave me props when I told them it was my first night. Then something happened with the checks. (Half my fault and 3/4 the guy who gave me a card he should have told me about in the first place). Not that I'm bitter that he took the merchant copy of the check, meaning no tip for me and that even though he works at a chilis, he is a jerk. But who cares?

Jameson, my loving, adoring, ruggedly handsome, and tall rippling muscles-ness came and picked me up at 1am. True love ladies and gentleman. True love. We were so tired that we went right to sleep... or... that was the plan. We woke up. 2am and we couldn't shut down. I kept thinking I had another entree to run and he was just restless. So I lie there, refusing to give up and Jameson reads to tire himself out.

I took 3 naps today.
Jameson, you are the best. Thank you for going to see the roommates you dont like very much, thank you for pep talking me as I cried the whole way to work, thank you for being patient with me and the fact that I just could not wake up this morning for church. You are the best husband a girl could ask for and I thank God daily for you and that you support me in a job that takes me away at random, late, and long hours.

May you all feel equally blessed in love.

Hi again!

Well! I know it's been a while. The reason is...it's been my turn to write about something and I have absolutely no idea what to write about. Life is going well, there's school, and Becky is doing fantastic at her job orientation. So what I'm going to do is go ahead and put up some poetry. In my creative writing class we've been doing poetry for a while and I've written a bit. And so I'll put some up! Hope they aren't a complete waste of time. Here goes...

Something Like Santa

“There are three things I’ve learned never
to discuss with people: religion, politics,
and the Great Pumpkin.”
-It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

If you need me,
I’ll be out in the garden
waiting for the Great Pumpkin.
Flying around giving toys
to all the people?
I can’t think of anything better.
Unless maybe it was those
boxes of 64 crayons
with the sharpener attached to the side
so that you never have to color
with a blunt pole of blue.
I can’t think of a better way
to make everyone happy.
It’s a must-do if we really want
world peace.
Just drop a 64 box for everyone and
let them try to figure out
the mystery scented crayon.
That’s what will make people happy.
Maybe the Great Pumpkin will come this year.

Sugar and Spice

Oh my lovely,
with your black sweatshirt covering
half of your face so that
only your closed eye and
half a nose is visible,
curled up into the tightest ball
under that quilt your friend made us
for the day we were married,
breathing in and out
deliberately
so as to taunt the mumbling fan
and the clicks of the keys on my computer,
whispering “hah! I am still asleep!”
Moments like these are when I know
that I am an undeserving fool
writing poetry on a Sunday morning
about your sleeping frame,
all the while loving you and
wishing you were awake with me.

I’ll Die Harder Than I Ever Lived

Losing breath has never felt so good, I decided,
through assiduous study of the lack of the air
that my lungs decided to expel. Of course my
ears had an unfamiliar slight sting, which was one
of the first signs that my exposure to what I’ve
heard referred to as the “wild side” has been
severely limited. Still, I never expected that
John McClane would be so blatantly raffish
while running through the streets of New York
trying to catch that Simon from blowing up
more buildings. Of course, thinking about it
from a personal point of view, I don’t think
I would act much differently in his situation.
Does that mean I’m not as good as I think?
Or that these “bad influences” that parents
always warn us about are really normal people?
Either way it makes me wonder just a little
bit as I turn up the volume to pay better attention
to the upcoming gunfight. Bring it on John.

Well there you go. Hope you have a great day!

Ball

Who is this stranger sitting in my lap?

My computer broke. Shocker. About two-three weeks ago. Long enough to forget it. It is actually kinda funny, you see, it crashed so I had to take it into the only genius bar in Utah, SLC The Gateway mall. They were the second group of people to discover my hard drive was dead. Jameson was the first. I got rather upset at them when they said they wouldn't be able to recover anything because 1. I have lost all my college work 2. I dont have any of my old pictures from college 3. I lost all the texts I saved while Jameson and I were dating and 4. (perhaps the most important depending on perspective) when mom and I were visiting Grandma before she died, mom had be transcribe stories Grandma told to us. It isn't backed up, it isn't saved elsewhere. I have the only copies. They are now sitting on a 'dead drive' in a bag. They gave me a number in California that try to recover that stuff but, and i quote, "they do get pricey". Then comes the ethical question, can you put a price on memoirs? Good thing: we didn't pay a thing for my upgraded hard drive. The Mac people sent out a notice, my serial number was to have a new hard drive put into it the next time I visited. My computer is so screwed up they had to send out a notice about me. At least I have more memory now... and it was free... Blessed that I have a crappy computer? I guess so!
Count blessings!

Chilis!

And I'm not talking about the weather...
I got a job as a server at Chilis and I am very VERY excited. It has been a long process to get here. I have gone back there several times, been rescheduled and taken long tests, but it finally happened. She offered me the job on the spot and that was very flattering. Christy, the owner/main manager woman is very nice. The other managers (as we all know) range from kinda sketchy to really nice. But I've already made one server friend and I think/know/hope I'll have more of them in the future. Besdies, this is my kind of dress code: black t-shirt and jeans. HELLO! And comfortable shoes. Gosh this is going to be good. I told Jameson this morning that he will need to remind me that I danced in the mall with him I was so happy about this job. That is how it is with all jobs, right? Up, down, Left, Right, plummet to the bottomless pit and soar at the top.
I dont know if we already mentioned this... but... we made fried rice! yeah... I know... we rock.
happy fall!

Cold Nights

So it is getting pretty cold. Cold enough to sleep with two quilts... on my side of the bed. Jameson just barely started to sleep with something other than the sheet. Last night I folded a quilt so it was like I had three blankets and it was perfect! I woke up in the middle of the night freezing and I had no clue why! I looked down and all the blankets were GONE to the bottom of the bed. Next to me, happy as a lark and sleeping like a rock, Jameson is sprawled, and I dont mean one arm out, I mean legs spread-eagle, arms out SPRAWLED across the bed flat on his stomach. I see his leg is pinning the blankets to the bed and I figure, he is asleep, he cant have too much weight on the blankets. Note to self: My husband is 6'2, his leg weighs like a 6'2 man's leg would weigh. I could not get the blankets back. Freezing, I lucked out when I found my second quilt not under his grasp. I cuddled under the little throw and fell back asleep. I woke up immediately, I dont know how much later when Jameson started pulling blankets on to him. I dont know much about what happened, I just know I said "FINALLY!", pulled blankets on to me and fell right back asleep. Jameson doesn't remember any of this of course but gosh did he love hearing about it this morning.
Joys of sharing a bed!
Have a great fall day! Our love is with you

Musings and Firsts

Tonight I accomplished something fabulous. I made fried rice! It was amazing! Not to brag... but Jameson had 3 bowls... and finished mine :) I didnt get the lawyer secretary job, but that is okay. We have a couple other leads. So it'll all work out. I interview with Chilis this week and Marshall has been networking for me like crazy. Hopefully it isn't too late to apply for the school teacher job. Pretty dang good pay.

As for firsts:
First time Jameson has handled raw beef
First time I made fried rice
First time Jameson has had Lindt chocolate
First time I've woken up to an alarm since I've been married
Our first overnight couple guest
The first mission reunion

Things are great here. Pushing along. Just paid our second months rent, getting our car fixed, paying bills, bills, oh... and I think more bills on their way. But, gosh I love the time I have being with Jameson. I'll miss it. Take care, we love you all!

Nice and Bright

I, at this moment, am listening to two amazing things: the rain falling outside the window and the Bright Eyes CD I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. And I am having a fantastic Sunday. We just finished doing dishes and now Becky is getting things ready for her interview tomorrow and I am going to start on my homework. What's that you ask? Why, it's writing poetry! And I am excited. It's been far too long since I've written poems. I wrote one a day for Becky during our engagement for a wedding gift and I haven't written a one since. So I just wrote one from a chair's perspective and now I get to use some fun words. And then after that I get to do spanish...awesome...haha anyway. Conference was fantastic! I loved it. Highlights were Elder Uchtdorf's talk in priesthood and Elder Holland's. Any thoughts? If not that's cool. Have a great Sunday evening!

Presents

I would like to take this opportunity to share that I have the best wife. Ever. Of all time. Would you like to know why? It is because she got me presents. And one of those presents was...

Reese's Puffs!

I have the best wife ever. I also had peanut buttery chocolate goodness this morning. Be jealous, it's okay.

At the testing center they have nice little inspirational words for you if you get more than a 90% on your test.
I have been going to BYU for two years.
I have seen a "fantastic!" once.