All We Really Wanted Was Some Breakfast

Jordan and I had made plans on going to get a delicious breakfast this morning. I was so excited cause I was so hungry, so I spent very little time getting ready... as did he. We pretty much looked like a few bums. He came to pick me up at about 11 and kinda started a weird way to the place. We were just driving along minding our own business when we see a car approaching the right side of our car. Next thing we knew, we were hit really hard and the car was spinning out of control. Some girl had ran a stop sign and T-boned the car. She was clearly speeding and wasn't making any effort to stop. A witness said she hit us so hard that it sounded like it was some sort of explosion. Jordan and I were pretty shook up. We ended up facing a completely different direction than we had been driving. The other car T-boned us on my side and the back passenger door was pretty dented in. Even my car door was slightly dented in. I was offered a ride to the hospital in the ambulance because my neck was hurt pretty bad. I didn't really want to go because I didn't really think it was necessary. After more than an hour on the scene of the accident, we were finally able to go home. We stopped and got a different breakfast and then headed to the emergency room. Man, that took FOREVER! I think we were there for like 3 hours. It was a lot of waiting. They gave me this weird neckbrace that was super uncomfortable and I had to just sit there. I couldn't really lean my head in any direction because the stupid neckbrace would like choke me or get really uncomfortable. They did some X-Rays and gave me some Lortab. The doctor said that I have a neck sprain or something like that. I already know that I am just going to have a horrible time with this because of my prior neck pain. It was like I already had pain and this is just not going to make it any better. Although it is no fun to experience it, I feel so blessed that we were just a little ahead of her. Had she hit us a split-second earlier, I think I might have been a little more mangled. So I guess we should consider ourselves lucky. As for Jordan's car, we are pretty sure it is totaled. It makes me sad cause I really liked that car! Hopefully he can replace it with one just as nice. :)


A close up view... We couldn't even put the car back into park, so there is quite a bit of damage underneath the car.

Jordan insisted on taking a picture of me in the hospital so we can always remember how dreadful I looked. Notice the fashionable neckbrace. It goes great with my inhaler.

*Sorry if there are mistakes in the post or if they are a few grammatical errors. I am writing this while laying on my bed drugged up on Lortab. :)

It's Official...My Feet Hate Me

Yesterday was one busy day! I went to work wearing dressy stilettos—which is definitely nothing out of the ordinary. That afternoon on my lunch break, I had to run to campus for an interview to see if I can get into my major. Well, after only leaving myself about 45 minutes to eat lunch, get ready for the interview and then go to campus for the interview, I found myself a bit pressed for time. I really ran into trouble when I realized that my legs had about 5 days worth of hair on them—definitely not acceptable for an interview. So I rushed to completely change my outfit, shave my legs, and eat lunch with about 10 minutes to spare. Only problem—there was no where to park near the place I had to be. So I parked at the bottom of a hill and had to climb multiple flights of stairs. I kept looking at my watch (aka, my cellphone) to see how minutes I had and they just kept ticking away. Note to self: Walking fast in stilettos is not the best idea. For one, my feet were KILLING me and two, I probably looked like a fool since I already struggle walking in them when I am walking at a reasonable pace. So needless to say, I ditched the heels and literally ran across campus. I barely made it there in time, but I was seriously sweating and out of breath—the perfect way to enter an important interview. I went back to work and then had to go back to school a few hours later, but once again, found myself rather behind. So once again, I was trying to walk really fast in my stupid shoes. I blame my being late on the heels. After class finished, I had to walk downhill in the shoes which only caused my entire foot to be wedged in the itty bitty tip of the shoe. I was in so much pain that I was literally counting down the steps to my car. I had no idea how many, but I just tried to take a guess. I can only imagine the grimaced look I had on my face. Why I keep paining myself to “look good”, I don’t know…

Our fun UCLA trip

A few weekends ago, Jordan and I went to Los Angeles with two of his friends for the BYU-UCLA game. What an adventure! I guess because I don’t have brothers, it was a bit of a culture shock for me! I am definitely not used to living with boys, let alone three of them! Being the only girl was a bit difficult at times, mostly when it came to getting ready for the day. One of the boys didn’t have any sisters and apparently didn’t realize the great lengths that girls have to go to to look good. ☺

We left on Thursday night and stayed with Jordan’s sister in Las Vegas. I was lucky enough to get his nephew’s bed because I guess the little boys came downstairs very early the next morning so the big boys woke up to a cartoon character singing, “There’s a party in my tummy. It’s so yummy! It’s so yummy!” Apparently no one wanted to leave me out of the fun so a few hours later, I woke up to the same exact thing. The big boys stormed into my room, throwing the little kids on me and singing it as loud as they could. That was fun. The next day we headed down to L.A. and spent the day with Hunter’s (Jordan’s friend) friends and family. We were originally supposed to stay with Hunter’s friend, but discovered they didn’t exactly have room for us. There were 8 guys living in a 4 bedroom house.. plus the 3 boys I was with and then me. There were ants all of the house and there really wasn’t a place for us to sleep…. So we just decided to get a hotel for the night. The next day we had a quick breakfast with Jordan’s dad and then it was off to the game! I was able to see my little sister Hannah, but that only made me more homesick! ☹ It was fun to see her though. She is all grown up and it was kinda weird! The game was a little ridiculous and we got pretty ripped off, but it was still fun. That night we drove back to Jordan’s sisters house. We were exhausted. The next day we went to church with their family and then headed home! Although we didn’t win the game, it was still fun to get away for a few days.

They grew to love each other from all of the time they spent in the backseat.




Jordan and I after the game... it was a tough loss. I think Jordan had to really struggle to give a smile. :)

Blog Make-over!

I really need a new format for my blog. Can we say BORING? Anyone who wants to teach me code or something or who knows of a site, please let me know. :) And p.s. I really really need a new name for my blog. That name came from one really boring day at a trucking company. :)

My New Best Friend

So I am officially the biggest nerd ever. The other day I went to the doctor because of some recent breathing problems and chest pains and came away with non other than an awesome, bright red inhaler! I hate it so bad! First of all, I don’t even think that I have asthma. I have just felt a little short of breath lately and also have this weird pain in my chest randomly. It usually occurs at night, but it has recently started happening earlier in the day. I would say the feeling is like when you lay on your stomach for a long time and then get up and your ribs are all compressed… well I randomly get that when I am just sitting there and it has moved from my ribs to my chest. It is great fun! So I got this inhaler on Monday and my doctor was pretty vague about when to use it. He just said to use it when you feel like you need it. I started to use it every 6 hours like he wrote on the prescription, but I discovered that this wasn’t really working. I guess I am only supposed to use it when I have an asthma attack. Since I don’t really know what an asthma attack is (seeing as I am new to this whole not being able to breathe thing), this makes it a little difficult to know when to take it. I just started to take it when I had the pain in my chest, but sometimes the pain will be back within about an hour. So I called the nurse today and she said that I was only supposed to use this inhaler when I was having an attack (OH!). So I have to go back in because it sounds like I don’t have asthma. I go to the doctor tomorrow and hopefully they will be able to figure out what the heck is wrong with me! I guess I might have taken breathing normal for granted…

You don't live here, so please don't tell me what to do.

So I just moved into my new apartment a few days ago (after being homeless for about 10 days!) and it is quite interesting. The people who lived here before got married about a month ago and they were supposed to be out by the fifteenth. Well, I moved in and they were still here. I didn't really think too much of it since her little sister lives here as well. So I was asking the marrieds where they live and they were like... well, that is what we wanted to talk to you about. Huh. Apparently they can't move into their new apartment for another week or so, so they asked if they could just continue to live here for that time. Again, huh. Of course I didn't want to be all dramatic about it so I said that was ok. Luckily they are two floors below us so it isn't like we share a bathroom or something... or walls for that matter. It is annoying though cause it definitely feels like we are living in their house rather that them living in OUR house. Actually, the married woman feels like she can actually boss me around. My friend Ben was over here the other day and he parked in one of our spots and as we were all leaving and getting into Jordan's car, she came outside and was like, " Um, excuse me, who's truck is that?" To which I replied, "Oh, that is my friend Ben's." Then she was like all snobby and said, "Well from now on, can we have visitor's park on the street so the residents can park in their spots?" I just wanted to say, "Oh... you mean residents like you perhaps?" Of course, I didn't want to start drama so I just appologized and said that we would from now on. I got in the car and I was furious. Cause of course since she lives there and such and like pays rent, she feels like she can tell me what to do? I think not. I really hope they move soon so I can like actually live in my apartment and such. All of my kitchen stuff is like in boxes still cause they haven't managed to move all of thier crap out. The fridge is full of disgusting, rotten food and the freezer honestly smells like poo. All of their wedding gifts are in the kitchen and their food in the pantry. It is really cool that I have to feel like I have to stay confined to my bedroom. Awesome. It amazes me that they could be so rude to us when we are doing them a HUGE favor! I mean, they would be homeless without us.. not to mention we could get her husband kicked off the footballl team for staying here. I suppose I am a big enough fan that I wouldn't want to do that. Ugh... hopefully things improve soon!