I haven't posted in forever--sorry. Today was so crazy I deemed it blog-worthy. Here's the short version:
(1) I was screened for ebola
(2) Jeff lost a tooth. Yay!!--oh wait.
I think I have the flu. I am staying home from work and going to an Instacare tomorrow. My conversation with an on-call nurse this evening went a little like this:
Nurse: "What's wrong?" In more words.
Me: "I have the flu."
Nurse: "Who told you you have the flu?" Seriously?
Me: "Um.. the internet."
Nurse: [typical symptom and health background questions]
Me: [typical normal responses]
Nurse: "I have to ask all patients this: have you been to West Africa in the last month?"
Me: "No."
Jeff: "Oh my gosh; she's screening you for ebola."
Nurse: "Are you confused? Do you know your address? Have you been exposed to anyone who has been out of the country in the last month?"
Me: "Uh...oh yes. I know my address. No, I'm not very confused at all. I work at a daycare with tons of kids from other countries. Oh, gosh. I have no idea if I've been exposed to anything."
. . .
Nurse: "Definitely see a doctor in the next 24 hours."
I am pretty certain I don't have ebola, but I better post something on my blog now in case I get quarantined. -__-
And yes, Jeff lost a tooth playing flag football. It's one of his front two top teeth. Thankfully, it's a tooth that has already been knocked out twice before (thrice if we're counting baby teeth, ha). The first time it was lodged in his best friend's knee; the second it broke off while eating a peanut-butter-honey sandwich, really. Tonight, some shorter guy clocked Jeff in the face with his head--I mean, can we just count our blessings that this is all happening to one already-fake tooth?!
He came home looking like a hockey player with his swimsuit trunks on purposely inside-out (it was his best shot at pocketless shorts).
Also, I watched Jumangi tonight. I just have no idea what is real life right now. Somebody get me another throat lozenge (<-- took me three tries to spell 'throat' correctly).
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
5 Wrong Ways to Move
Hey everybody!
Now that I've got the solid update taken care of, I thought I would share something that has been on my mind:
I have moved somewhere around 20 times... Really. I went to 16 schools between kindergarten and high school. I also moved three times in college (and four times this summer if you count sheer box moving from place to place). Sheesh! I have only met a handful of people who have moved as often, and yes, all of them have military ties of some sort. I don't.
I just graduated and so many of my closest friends are heading off in different directions. I figure it's timely to share some of the lessons I've learned along the way. :)
#1. Make new friends and ignore the ones you had before moving
This one maybe only applies to me, as I developed habits of letting go early on. I imagine most people that have been in one or two places their whole life might not struggle with this as much as I have.
There are plenty of people in this world that I still regard as a best friend, although I have not seen or talked to them in years. I've only just learned that most of these people do not feel the same way about me anymore. I guess consistency is a major friendship thing. In my experience I've noticed that a lot of people will say that they will stay in contact with you... and then they won't. That's okay. Kind of. Life goes on and it turns out it's kind of hard to keep up long-distance friendships.
Perhaps a good option in the first place would be to set realistic goals. Leaving friends is pretty difficult for me, but you both find that the Earth still spins after moving. Maybe agree up front to contact each other, say, once a month, instead of once a week. It may sound insensitive to some, but it's better (in my opinion) than forgetting about each other and feeling guilty. That is not good. Be flexible and considerate of each other's lives. I don't get offended if someone forgets about me and I hope they do the same in return.
#2. Wallow in self-pity and lament your relocation to new associates
This one is embarrassing, haha. Granted, I think the last time I did this I was in eighth grade, but still. It's still a little tempting each time I move. I remember being at a ward Christmas party, sitting on Santa's lap (what? Why?) and saying, in front of two or three new friends, "Santa, I just want my old home and friends back." Oh my goodness. So dramatic. I can sympathize with pre-pubescent Claire, but still. I had new friends! They were really nice (Missoula peeps, if you read my blog, haha)!
Here's how I would--and do--handle my feelings now: "Wow, you guys are so cool! Thanks for letting me tag along with you [even though I am obviously caught in the throes of a middle-school crises]." I would be the realest kind of upbeat, because, guess what; you can find good, like-minded people pretty much anywhere if you adopt a healthy perspective.
#3. Impress the people around with your razzle dazzle and make them want to hang out with you
This one comes from Dale Carnegie's [daughter], How to Win Friends and Influence People [for Teen Girls], which my loving parents bought for me in eighth grade, haha.
The concept here is that you will make friend's more easily by becoming genuinely interested in others than by trying to make others interested in you. Seriously. This one is easy to miss for me sometimes. I move in like an excited chihuahua and want to shout, "Hi! I'm Claire! I sing and dance and watch me put my foot on the back of my head!! Also, I'm sooo nice!" There is really no need to do this. At all. This totally rubs some people the wrong way anyway.
Here's a better approach: "Your name is what? You are from where? Oh, I've heard of that place! Don't they have ______? Cool (only say it if you mean it)!" Really, people like to be liked. Disclaimer: just be real! The more you let someone else open up, the more you may find you have in common with that person. Smile and be polite. Read social cues, like a glance at a watch or breaking eye contact with you. Just be a chill, personable little person and you will get along just fine!
#4. Listen "intently" to what others say to you and then dump the information a nano-second later
This one is a biggie for me. I am pretty detail-oriented and I remember names really well. I think this came from so many moves. It takes dedication. I've totally been there. I'll ask, "Oh, what's your name?" and as they are telling me, I am thinking about how pretty their earrings are or something and miss the name entirely. Then I'm locked in and have no other option than to find their name out secretly later or ask for it again. Note: there is no problem forgetting someone's name, especially when you are new and memorizing everybody's names; however, when you remember somebody's name (where they're from, which school they went to, etc.) that signals to them that you cared enough to log it away in your brain! That's great! Again, people like to feel interesting to others.
Here's how I remember names. I just concentrate on it as they tell me. If it's something not as "sticky" for me, sometimes I'll repeat it back or use it in a following sentence, like, "Thanks for sitting by me, Becky." Sometimes if I lose the memory of the person saying their name, I'll retain the memory of me saying their name. Also, if the name is tricky or hard to pronounce for me, I'll try to connect to something I do know. I'll tell myself, 'that sounds like ______, but with and "N."'
A last little tip on remembering names: I find that attaching someone's name to physical attributes is good, but only if it's something permanent; I.e., tall, brown eyes, cute nose. I say this because if you remember somebody for their mint jeans and top knot, you might run into that person at the gym, and have no idea who that person is. It's just more practical to commit more lasting characteristics to memory, in my experience.
#5. Figure there's no place like home and watch "Parks and Rec" all day.
This has two implications:
(1) Staying at your new home all day is bad news, and
(2) Assuming no place could possibly as good (or better) than your last place
Guess what, I have loved everywhere I have lived. I really mean that. Every situation seems to have ups and downs. Take Texas for example, it is full of great food and friends and fun... and somebody got in our car last week. Strange. So very strange, indeed.
Bonus: #6. Lose yourself out there
Okay, so each move presents a blank slate. I've arrived in Texas pretty much as myself, but if I wanted to I could introduce myself as Clefairy, a tight-rope-walking vegan. This sounds like a far cry, but I've been Clarissa, the no-meat-eating triathlete before. It's a great time to leave the past behind you. Maybe you use to cry a lot in your last place and you'd like to give that up. Maybe you were a bully. Maybe you weren't as close to God as you would like to be. Moving is a great time to restructure some of those things because there is no one to say, "You don't do that."
While this is great, it is important to stay true to yourself. For me, I know the things I want to keep the most consistent throughout my whole life is that I am clean, I love my husband, and I am trying to be like Jesus. With this in mind, I am looking for new friends who will support me in those decisions. I know that I become a lot like the people I spend the most time with.
Well, I hope this hasn't come across as too preachy. I like learning from others' experiences and figure someone might benefit from what I have to say, too.
If you know anyone who is moving, restarting, or could in some other way benefit from reading this, please share it!
If you have any tips you could add, please comment below. I'd love to interact with you and find out what has helped you (I did just move, you know?)!
I hope you have a great day!
Now that I've got the solid update taken care of, I thought I would share something that has been on my mind:
I have moved somewhere around 20 times... Really. I went to 16 schools between kindergarten and high school. I also moved three times in college (and four times this summer if you count sheer box moving from place to place). Sheesh! I have only met a handful of people who have moved as often, and yes, all of them have military ties of some sort. I don't.
I just graduated and so many of my closest friends are heading off in different directions. I figure it's timely to share some of the lessons I've learned along the way. :)
#1. Make new friends and ignore the ones you had before moving
This one maybe only applies to me, as I developed habits of letting go early on. I imagine most people that have been in one or two places their whole life might not struggle with this as much as I have.
There are plenty of people in this world that I still regard as a best friend, although I have not seen or talked to them in years. I've only just learned that most of these people do not feel the same way about me anymore. I guess consistency is a major friendship thing. In my experience I've noticed that a lot of people will say that they will stay in contact with you... and then they won't. That's okay. Kind of. Life goes on and it turns out it's kind of hard to keep up long-distance friendships.
Perhaps a good option in the first place would be to set realistic goals. Leaving friends is pretty difficult for me, but you both find that the Earth still spins after moving. Maybe agree up front to contact each other, say, once a month, instead of once a week. It may sound insensitive to some, but it's better (in my opinion) than forgetting about each other and feeling guilty. That is not good. Be flexible and considerate of each other's lives. I don't get offended if someone forgets about me and I hope they do the same in return.
#2. Wallow in self-pity and lament your relocation to new associates
This one is embarrassing, haha. Granted, I think the last time I did this I was in eighth grade, but still. It's still a little tempting each time I move. I remember being at a ward Christmas party, sitting on Santa's lap (what? Why?) and saying, in front of two or three new friends, "Santa, I just want my old home and friends back." Oh my goodness. So dramatic. I can sympathize with pre-pubescent Claire, but still. I had new friends! They were really nice (Missoula peeps, if you read my blog, haha)!
Here's how I would--and do--handle my feelings now: "Wow, you guys are so cool! Thanks for letting me tag along with you [even though I am obviously caught in the throes of a middle-school crises]." I would be the realest kind of upbeat, because, guess what; you can find good, like-minded people pretty much anywhere if you adopt a healthy perspective.
#3. Impress the people around with your razzle dazzle and make them want to hang out with you
This one comes from Dale Carnegie's [daughter], How to Win Friends and Influence People [for Teen Girls], which my loving parents bought for me in eighth grade, haha.
Here's a better approach: "Your name is what? You are from where? Oh, I've heard of that place! Don't they have ______? Cool (only say it if you mean it)!" Really, people like to be liked. Disclaimer: just be real! The more you let someone else open up, the more you may find you have in common with that person. Smile and be polite. Read social cues, like a glance at a watch or breaking eye contact with you. Just be a chill, personable little person and you will get along just fine!
#4. Listen "intently" to what others say to you and then dump the information a nano-second later
This one is a biggie for me. I am pretty detail-oriented and I remember names really well. I think this came from so many moves. It takes dedication. I've totally been there. I'll ask, "Oh, what's your name?" and as they are telling me, I am thinking about how pretty their earrings are or something and miss the name entirely. Then I'm locked in and have no other option than to find their name out secretly later or ask for it again. Note: there is no problem forgetting someone's name, especially when you are new and memorizing everybody's names; however, when you remember somebody's name (where they're from, which school they went to, etc.) that signals to them that you cared enough to log it away in your brain! That's great! Again, people like to feel interesting to others.
Here's how I remember names. I just concentrate on it as they tell me. If it's something not as "sticky" for me, sometimes I'll repeat it back or use it in a following sentence, like, "Thanks for sitting by me, Becky." Sometimes if I lose the memory of the person saying their name, I'll retain the memory of me saying their name. Also, if the name is tricky or hard to pronounce for me, I'll try to connect to something I do know. I'll tell myself, 'that sounds like ______, but with and "N."'
A last little tip on remembering names: I find that attaching someone's name to physical attributes is good, but only if it's something permanent; I.e., tall, brown eyes, cute nose. I say this because if you remember somebody for their mint jeans and top knot, you might run into that person at the gym, and have no idea who that person is. It's just more practical to commit more lasting characteristics to memory, in my experience.
#5. Figure there's no place like home and watch "Parks and Rec" all day.
This has two implications:
(1) Staying at your new home all day is bad news, and
(2) Assuming no place could possibly as good (or better) than your last place
Guess what, I have loved everywhere I have lived. I really mean that. Every situation seems to have ups and downs. Take Texas for example, it is full of great food and friends and fun... and somebody got in our car last week. Strange. So very strange, indeed.
Bonus: #6. Lose yourself out there
Okay, so each move presents a blank slate. I've arrived in Texas pretty much as myself, but if I wanted to I could introduce myself as Clefairy, a tight-rope-walking vegan. This sounds like a far cry, but I've been Clarissa, the no-meat-eating triathlete before. It's a great time to leave the past behind you. Maybe you use to cry a lot in your last place and you'd like to give that up. Maybe you were a bully. Maybe you weren't as close to God as you would like to be. Moving is a great time to restructure some of those things because there is no one to say, "You don't do that."
While this is great, it is important to stay true to yourself. For me, I know the things I want to keep the most consistent throughout my whole life is that I am clean, I love my husband, and I am trying to be like Jesus. With this in mind, I am looking for new friends who will support me in those decisions. I know that I become a lot like the people I spend the most time with.
Well, I hope this hasn't come across as too preachy. I like learning from others' experiences and figure someone might benefit from what I have to say, too.
If you know anyone who is moving, restarting, or could in some other way benefit from reading this, please share it!
If you have any tips you could add, please comment below. I'd love to interact with you and find out what has helped you (I did just move, you know?)!
I hope you have a great day!
Monday, August 4, 2014
Update/First Week of Med School!
Dear everyone,
Thank you so much for all the love and support you have shown Jeff and me in the past couple weeks! We have felt so secure in our new surroundings thanks to all the encouraging and helpful comments, texts, and phone calls.
Here is first, an explanation of why I haven't posted recently and second, a little update on our lives (or some good news after this post...oy vey).
An explanation:
Jeff and I have been reasonably busy lately. Jeff is starting his second week of medical school today! Here's a cute, but sad story to illustrate what that looks like so far (Jeff allegedly doesn't remember this); Jeff typically falls asleep much faster than I do, so just as I start drifting off to sleep, Jeff bolts upright as says, "I'm stressed out about med school!" He then fell back asleep. I have no words.
Maybe this is why he feels that way:
Jeff wakes up around 6 AM (not new) and does his routine he's done since I met him. He leaves for school around 8:15 AM. He finishes lecture/lab sometime between noon and five depending on the day (although he stays on campus until about 5 PM to study almost every day) and then he comes home, where he studies until 10:00 or 10:30 PM.
Jeff has mentioned that he covers much more material in medical school than he did at BYU. It seems that he has already covered a semester's-worth of material in a week, people.
The hardest part seems to be that the students don't know what exactly will be covered in the exams, so they are memorizing everything. Jeff has also mentioned that medical school is a little less organized than BYU was. Thank goodness for the student Facebook group that has saved a number of hides as other students have sent out due dates as they are uncovered in the lack of syllabi... yikes.
Notwithstanding Jeff's workload and dedicated study habits, we still hang out for about an hour and a half every day. :) Man, he's the best.
Here's what I have done all day:
Again, thank you for all the help. We know so many good people.
YOU ROCK!!!
Thank you so much for all the love and support you have shown Jeff and me in the past couple weeks! We have felt so secure in our new surroundings thanks to all the encouraging and helpful comments, texts, and phone calls.
Here is first, an explanation of why I haven't posted recently and second, a little update on our lives (or some good news after this post...oy vey).
An explanation:
Jeff and I have been reasonably busy lately. Jeff is starting his second week of medical school today! Here's a cute, but sad story to illustrate what that looks like so far (Jeff allegedly doesn't remember this); Jeff typically falls asleep much faster than I do, so just as I start drifting off to sleep, Jeff bolts upright as says, "I'm stressed out about med school!" He then fell back asleep. I have no words.
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Real-life [almost] doctor man! |
Jeff wakes up around 6 AM (not new) and does his routine he's done since I met him. He leaves for school around 8:15 AM. He finishes lecture/lab sometime between noon and five depending on the day (although he stays on campus until about 5 PM to study almost every day) and then he comes home, where he studies until 10:00 or 10:30 PM.
Jeff has mentioned that he covers much more material in medical school than he did at BYU. It seems that he has already covered a semester's-worth of material in a week, people.
The hardest part seems to be that the students don't know what exactly will be covered in the exams, so they are memorizing everything. Jeff has also mentioned that medical school is a little less organized than BYU was. Thank goodness for the student Facebook group that has saved a number of hides as other students have sent out due dates as they are uncovered in the lack of syllabi... yikes.
Notwithstanding Jeff's workload and dedicated study habits, we still hang out for about an hour and a half every day. :) Man, he's the best.
Here's what I have done all day:
- Moved all of our things in (keep reading to find out what that means, exactly)
- Organized our belongings
- Bought this couch (look familiar? Craigslist)
- Hung out with these people; I.e., made friends (I have made quite a few friends, but haven't taken pictures of them, haha)
- A bunch of stuff Jeff would be doing if he were here
- Cleaned a lot
- Painted this
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Jeff loves deer. I consider it a patronus. Win win. ;) |
- Celebrated this
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Made it me-self, words and all. |
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Blimey, 'Arry! |
- Updated my blog
- Implemented this life hack
- Exercised
- Picked this up off the side of the road (project pending)
- Fed the missionaries
- Fraternized with other med student families (in church, in Jeff's study groups, and in the Married to Medical School group)
- Tried plenty of great restaurants (C&J's barbecue [Claire & Jeff?], Fuego's, Grub Burger, Hullabaloo...)
- Exhausted my GPS
- And cooked these
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Click on image for recipe :) |
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Click on image for recipe :) |
Oh! I also got a job. I will be working at the A&M preschool! I am so excited, but I don't start until the end of August so if you need me, I'll be watching Netflix (just kidding).
An Update:
So, about my last post. I think some folks are probably wondering what in the freak happened in the end, haha. Let me tell you:
Jeff and I moved into the stinky apartment. I got sick, blah, blah, blah, we went to a hotel for three or four days (management refunded us, bless their hearts. Seriously). They told us that a unit two doors down from us would be available until the beginning of August. They told us we could live there until something else became available--dismal, but better. In the meantime, we moved our things over to the new apartment, washed a bazillion loads of laundry trying to get the cigarette smell out, met with an apartment locator and school attorney, and prayed that everything would work out.
Further, we talked to our manager, regional manager, and corporate manager about breaking {annihilating} our lease. We got things in writing, we took plenty of pictures, and then they called us telling us that two larger and smoke-free apartments were available. They happened to be the floor plan we were kind of expecting (sans granite countertops, which apparently never existed--we don't care). We moved for the third time that week into a different building, and guess what. It is pretty, darn cute!
Some people might be wondering why we didn't keep fighting to end our leasing agreement ("They were dishonest with you," "It was a bait and switch,""Why would you want to stay there?"). To that I would say that it really is nice. We live in a beautiful, green, quiet area with nice neighbors (and two other Mormon, married, med-school couples in our complex); the management proved that they were happy to accommodate us when we had issues (arguably personal preferences, even); we have free water, cable, internet, and a full gym; and we like the apartment itself (I will post a tour once we have pictures on the walls).
By the way, none of our belongings smell like smoke! If you want to know how to get cigarette smoke out of furniture, here is a resource. We used cornstarch and baking soda to "deep clean" our mattress. It was way easy and totally effective.
A final word on Southern charm and hospitality: PEOPLE HERE ARE SO DANG NICE, Y'ALL! Really! I can't believe how friendly they are! AAAAND THEY REALLY DO SAY HOWDY!! I really love Texas. I love my apartment. I love the people. I love all the Texas-shaped things, haha. I love the food and the campus and everything.
I feel right at home.
Again, thank you for all the help. We know so many good people.
YOU ROCK!!!
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Saturday, May 31, 2014
The Deets
A story to start:
Last Tuesday, as the Falco's and I were preparing Carly, my sister-in-law for her mission in Zambia, Jeff threw open the door and announced excitedly, "I just got accepted to Texas A&M!" Positive sentiments flooded the room. I'm sure Jeff was ecstatic. I personally am very happy and the buzz of {increased} financial security can't be beat.
So we embark on our journey. The white coat ceremony is midway through July, which changes some of our plans. Right now we are looking up jobs and housing. That is pretty exciting. If anyone has a lead with either of those let me know, please! :)
Let's be clear on something, I will be working full time and Jeff will not work. Sugar mama in the house. The only other alternative we've discussed is going through the military. Apparently they will pay your tuition. Temping as that may be, the collateral is a little steep, in my opinion.
As a result we haven't really made a decision. If anyone has insights on their experience going through the military for medical school, please share. Seriously. To me it seems like such a gamble. I don't know how the military would shape our lives on the whole.
All we know at this point is that we are moving to Texas. I can't believe Jeff and I are going to be Texans, and we are so excited! In the meantime, we are literally living in my in-laws' basement #ohtheplacesyoullgo. Funny story (if you're inclined to laughing at our misery, haha):
Last night we left our dear Provo apartment. We stayed up waaay too late doing cleaning checks, blew our kisses and said our goodbyes with our Queen-sized mattresses strapped to our car. Jeff and his father, Chris spent so much time rachet-ing down those puppies, but what do you know, they popped right off. On the freeway. While I was praying that we would drive safely... Jeff said three quarters of the "s" word. Hah.
We got out of the car, Jeff tinkered while I lent a concerned gaze (I know little about that sort of thing), and we drove off again, not being able to see out our back window. About three minutes later we pulled over again. Our mattress was coming up! Ahhh! I imaged it sliding off the back and killing everybody, and ex-nayed all notions of driving on the freeway. We switched to backroads, although Jeff suggested driving 35 mph.
After getting lost a couple times in Draper neighborhoods and an hour and a half later, we decided to get something to keep us awake (it was well past midnight at this point). We pulled into a McDonald's (the one by you, Grandma!) and in the light of the golden arches we put the boxspring on top of the mattress, instead of the other way around. Genius! We got back on the freeway and made it to Kaysville by 2:30 AM. Sweet! It was a night that makes you grateful for other nights. Jeff woke up today and said, I am so glad it's not yesterday anymore. Meee too.
I also feel inclined to add that I may throw projects and meals and such in here. From time to time I feel that urge and this may be a good landing place for my DIYs.
We are excited to move to Texas! I am excited that all of our boxes are packed two months in advance. We will keep you posted!
:)
Last Tuesday, as the Falco's and I were preparing Carly, my sister-in-law for her mission in Zambia, Jeff threw open the door and announced excitedly, "I just got accepted to Texas A&M!" Positive sentiments flooded the room. I'm sure Jeff was ecstatic. I personally am very happy and the buzz of {increased} financial security can't be beat.
So we embark on our journey. The white coat ceremony is midway through July, which changes some of our plans. Right now we are looking up jobs and housing. That is pretty exciting. If anyone has a lead with either of those let me know, please! :)
Let's be clear on something, I will be working full time and Jeff will not work. Sugar mama in the house. The only other alternative we've discussed is going through the military. Apparently they will pay your tuition. Temping as that may be, the collateral is a little steep, in my opinion.
As a result we haven't really made a decision. If anyone has insights on their experience going through the military for medical school, please share. Seriously. To me it seems like such a gamble. I don't know how the military would shape our lives on the whole.
All we know at this point is that we are moving to Texas. I can't believe Jeff and I are going to be Texans, and we are so excited! In the meantime, we are literally living in my in-laws' basement #ohtheplacesyoullgo. Funny story (if you're inclined to laughing at our misery, haha):
Last night we left our dear Provo apartment. We stayed up waaay too late doing cleaning checks, blew our kisses and said our goodbyes with our Queen-sized mattresses strapped to our car. Jeff and his father, Chris spent so much time rachet-ing down those puppies, but what do you know, they popped right off. On the freeway. While I was praying that we would drive safely... Jeff said three quarters of the "s" word. Hah.
We got out of the car, Jeff tinkered while I lent a concerned gaze (I know little about that sort of thing), and we drove off again, not being able to see out our back window. About three minutes later we pulled over again. Our mattress was coming up! Ahhh! I imaged it sliding off the back and killing everybody, and ex-nayed all notions of driving on the freeway. We switched to backroads, although Jeff suggested driving 35 mph.
After getting lost a couple times in Draper neighborhoods and an hour and a half later, we decided to get something to keep us awake (it was well past midnight at this point). We pulled into a McDonald's (the one by you, Grandma!) and in the light of the golden arches we put the boxspring on top of the mattress, instead of the other way around. Genius! We got back on the freeway and made it to Kaysville by 2:30 AM. Sweet! It was a night that makes you grateful for other nights. Jeff woke up today and said, I am so glad it's not yesterday anymore. Meee too.
I also feel inclined to add that I may throw projects and meals and such in here. From time to time I feel that urge and this may be a good landing place for my DIYs.
We are excited to move to Texas! I am excited that all of our boxes are packed two months in advance. We will keep you posted!
:)
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