Valentine's Day.

H O L Y 

S P O I L E D.

Caden and I spent the entire day together on V-day.
We drove to SLC and got my ring cleaned.

We went and got Wings at the MOST DELICIOUS 

wing place in Lehi, Utah.   Buffalo Wild Wings.

We did Lazer Tag, Mini Golf and Rock Climbing

at Trafalga Fun Center with our Pass of all Passes.

We got ice cream.

And got it on Caden's nose.

Then, I made dinner with our new sauce from
Buffalo Wild Wings.

And cupcakes.

Not a fan of cupcakes, 

but how cute were the cupcake liners?  

I had to.

Pictures below.

Be jealous.

It was perfect.

Hero Cards.

We do "hero cards" where I work.  A hero card can be written by a patient, a co-worker, a boss, a doctor, etc.   It's just a way for someone to comment on what a good job you are doing and we read them at each staff meeting.  Sometimes I get a hero card, sometimes I don't.  

 

Yesterday, as I was reading the hero cards, there wasn't one for me.  I started to feel sad that maybe I wasn't doing a good job.  Maybe I needed to put a little more effort in my work and maybe I needed to really push myself to make my patient more happy and more comfortable.  I was being hard on myself and I was having a debbie-downer moment. 

 

It wasn't more than an hour later, as I was rounding on my patient, he mentioned what a great job I was doing.  He told me that I was so patient with him and I was the best nurse he was had in the entire week that he's been in the hospital.  He said that he could tell I really enjoyed my work and that he knew I was in the correct field. 

 

Well, that's better than any dang hero card.   It lifted me right back up.  No more debbie-downer.  Maybe I wasn't doing such a horrible job after all, or maybe this day I just had a little more "bounce in my step".   Whatever the case may be, I felt like a hero that day.   And it couldn't have come in a more perfect time.

Words of Encouragement.

In my church, we believe in a special blessing called a Patriarchal Blessing.  This blessing is from a designated man in the church, a patriarch, and its considered a big deal.   This blessing is supposed to give you some guidance in your life, your opportunities, your temptations and your blessings to come.  It's kind of like a "fortune teller" sort of, but on a more spiritual level.

Caden and I are both working towards getting this blessing.  In order to get it, you must be living right and doing the right kinds of things.  The church asks that you be following certain guidelines and doing the things that are asked of you from the leaders of the church, ie: avoiding alcohol, drugs, pre-marital sex, swearing, going to church, saying your prayers, etc.   

Now, most things are easy for me to follow.  Other things, not so easy.  [No need to get personal and write about where I mess up, because that's awkward for everyone reading and writing and listening and whatever. But I will tell you, I mess up.]  Just as I'm feeling ready and feeling accomplished, just as I'm feeling like I've overcome all my challenges, I mess up.   And this is not something I'm used to.   I don't quit.  I don't fail.  I don't mess up.  Ever.  If I want something, I get it.  I work my butt off, but I always get it.   So this is a struggle, and it's a big one.

Caden has been incredibly supportive, though.  And he's fighting all his challenges like a champion.  He's ready for this blessing and he's doing everything he is supposed to be doing.  And he is loving me all along the way, for my faults and for my mess ups and for the things that I have already overcome.  And I love that about him.

So, this is where you come in, reader.  Tips? Tricks? Words of Encouragement?  Mormon or not-mormon.  Sinner or Saint.  How do you overcome things that are hard?  Where do you find motivation? What inspires you? 

H E L P a girl out.  

Online Shopping.

Pinterest has encouraged me to shop online.  www.polyvore.com.   Have you seen this website?!   Woah.  Incredible.  These people, bless their hearts, put together outfits for me so I don't have to think about what matches and how to accessorize.  It's all there in one stop shop.  

However, these pieces are lots of money.   $80 for this adorable dress.  EIGHTY.   I was sitting here, clicking around and I thought to myself "No way, I can't spend $80 on a dress."  But then I remembered that today I went to Target and bought a purse, shoes, shampoo, nose strips, face wash and earrings.  I spent $80 and didn't think twice about it.

Hmm.  Maybe I should put my money into more appropriate things, rather then stuff I'm going to throw away or wash down the shower drain.  Eh?

Music Madness.

So, is it just me that this happens to?

Driving in my car and I have six preset radio stations.  S I X.  So why do all SIX of them have to go to commercial at the exact same time.  Chances of that happening are so slim, yet happens to me every single time.   Then, when music comes back on, I hear the same 4 songs. 

1. We Fell in Love - Rihanna
2. Set Fire to the Rain - Adele
3. Sexy and I Know it - LMFAO
4. Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5

All super great songs, but not all day long, and not on the same radio stations, and not when everything else is on a commercial.

Plus, I'm one of those people who lives in the dark ages and doesn't have an iPod, so I listen to CDs that are ten thousand years old.  We are talking: Ashley Simpson. Britney Spears. Black Eyed Peas. 

It's cool, guys.

I'm cool.

Cripple.

All the sudden I've turned into an old woman with osteoporosis and scoliosis.   My back feels like it's turned 75 inches too far to the left and I feel like each one of my muscles is being stretched, no matter what position I sit in.  Awesome.

Hope cupid brings me a massage for Valentines.   But at this point I'll settle for a back brace.  Holy hannah.  When did I get so old and fragile?

Mushy Gooshy related to The Vow.

Welp, Caden and I just got home from The Vow.
and I have spent the last 2 hours crying.
Cried through the whole movie.
Holy smokes.

The thought of losing my memory of Caden, or losing Caden, or not having Caden is the scariest thing I could ever imagine.  I can't picture my life without him.  And I always thought that was so stupid when people would say that, because of course you can "go on" if you lose someone.  But, I really don't know that I could if I didn't have Caden.

Some people wait their entire lives to find their perfect fit.  Some people never fall in love.  And some people stay in a marriage because they think it's love.    So, all I can do is feel incredibly fortunate that I've found a love that is absolutely everything I have ever wanted or dreamt about our thought about or needed.  

Caden makes me happier than anything, any person, any place, and idea.  And I just feel like the luckiest girl for having him as my own.

And that's all.
And I can't stop crying.
And I feel like my heart is going to overflow.

The Vow.

You know how sometimes you cry over a movie trailer?

Ohhh, that doesn't happen to you?
Yeah, me either.....

Date night: The Vow and some buffalo wings.

H E A V E N.

Get ready for a mushy-gooshy post tomorrow, 

because I have a feeling this movie will bring that out of me.

Self Check-Out.

When I go to Wal-Mart, I always go to self check out.  Small talk makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so self check out is my secret plan how to avoid that entire ordeal.  Most of the time, it's pretty successful.  I can scan my few items and leave without saying a word to anyone.  Thumbs up.

However, last time I went was an anxiety attack.  I grabbed my two items in the store and rushed to self check out.  And then, someone got behind me.  Ohhhhh dear.  Mildly nerve racking, but I think I can handle it.  I feel extra pressure to hurry because I think the man behind me is annoyed that I'm taking too long, or judging me for my purchases.

So, I hurry.
Scan. Bag.
Scan. Bag.
Done scanning.
Ready to pay.
Swipe my debit card.
...please hurry.
...please hurry.
Why is it taking so long?
Card error.
...Crap.
Swipe my card.
Card error.
Try to run as credit.
Card error.
Red lights flashing.

My heart starts pumping out of control now and I try to hurry. This man is judging me for sure.  I can feel his eyes burning in the back of my skull but I don't dare make eye contact for fear he's going to yell at me.

Finally, I swipe my card one last time and it works.
Thank the heavens.

I grab my stuff as fast as I possibly can and run to my car.

Terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying.

Mormon Message - Testimony, part 2.

Disclaimer: This is kind of a ramble.
Not meant to preach.  Not meant to judge.
I just needed a place to jot my thoughts.  


Coming from a background that I do made it hard on my testimony.   It wasn't long ago that I went through a period in my life where I was border line anti-mormon.   My spirit was broken, my goals were lost, my ambition was weak and I had poor goals in mind.  Of course, I still wanted to be successful and I still wanted to succeed in my career, in love, in my relationship with my family, etc.   I just didn't have a desire beyond that; I didn't have a spiritual drive.  And I never truly felt satisfied.

Coming from a place of no testimony, and now growing into a relationship with my God and with my spirit has been incredibly rewarding for me.  I never thought I would be worthy enough to enter into the temple.  I never thought I would be worthy enough to hold a calling in the church.  I never had a desire to meet with the Bishop, or to have him know me by name.  I had no desire to attend church or read scriptures.

and now, that couldn't be more opposite.  I look forward to my Sundays so much.  I love going to church and the feeling that I get when I'm there. It's incredibly rewarding to me to sit in church and listen to people who are my age and who I can relate to, and listen as they share their testimonys and their love for the same things I believe in.   The same goals that I'm trying for.  The same desires that I have.

Repenting was always such a strange concept to me.  I never thought I needed to tell a bishop anything about my sins or my struggles.  I thought that was my own personal business and I dealt with it how I chose to.   And now, I respect my bishop in such a high degree.  I am incredibly grateful for him and his comfort.  I love to meet with him and the feeling I get as I leave his office.  His words are always absolutely everything I need to hear.  The feeling I get when I'm with him is so comforting, so loving, so accepting.

I wish I could explain in better words what an incredible transformation this has been.  I wish I knew how to describe it in a way that made sense and was clear.  I wish I could explain the appreciation and gratefulness I have for the gospel and for the ability I have to be a part of it.

I'm not trying to convert anyone, or to preach.    However, I recommend everyone find something/someone in their life that makes them spiritual fulfilled.  I know what it's like to have an empty spirit and I know what kind of trouble it can cause.   And now I know how it fills to have that part of me filled, and how much better my life has been because of it.

It's incredible.
and I'm grateful.
and that's all.

Blogland is my most favorite.
It's the place to come and just be me.
And I write and I hope it comes out how I intend.
But if it doesn't, it's okay.
Because it's my blog.
and no one is here to judge.

In fact, most people are here to love.
Which I love.

So thanks for loving me, blogger friends.

Also: I can't decide which I'm more excited for.  To be a bride.
To be an RN.  Or to be a wife.
Too many exciting events.  Too many bridal shows on TV.
Too much time in a hospital.

Not enough time to blog about it all.

Mushy Gooshy at it's best.

Since being engaged, I've gotten a lot of really bizarre questions. 

• "Do you like him?"

• "Are you in love?"

• "Have you been dating for 4 seasons and a road trip?"

• and my most favorite, "Why do you want to get married?"

Yes, I like him.  And I love him.  And we've been dating for four seasons and 3 road trips.  

and I why do I want to get married?  Because, to not be married to Caden seems like the craziest thing my mind could ever conjure up.

I want to marry Caden because he is the very best thing in my entire life.  Greater than any accomplishment or achievement.  Greater than the very best day of my life.  Greater then my most favorite food.  More wonderful than the most perfect day.  Better than the perfect outfit.  Stronger than the love for my own family.   Caden truly is THE. VERY. BEST. THING. IN. MY. LIFE.

Caden is the reason I am active again in the church.  Caden is the reason that I have a testimony or relationship with God at all.  It was through Caden that my testimony grew and it was through Caden that I realized my true potential in life.  Caden inspired me to become better than I have ever been.  He encouraged me to push myself to be better.  And he supported me 100% of the way.

Caden is the one I want to wake up to in the morning, and the person that tells me Good Morning.  It's him that I want to say my prayers with at night and him that I want to study scriptures with.  It's Caden that I want to cook dinner for, to try new recipes with, to sometimes add the wrong ingredients, and to order pizza when cooking seems like too much effort.   

Caden is the person I want to come home to at the end of my day.  He's the one I want to tell about my day, he's the one I want to listen to my stories and to ask me all the important questions and details.  It's Caden that I want vent to when I'm stressed/upset/worried/concerned.   

Caden is who makes me laugh, who tells me funny jokes, who sings to me in the car, who has the most ridiculous dance moves and the most genuine laugh.  It's Caden that can make me smile at all hours of the day, in all situations, in all places.  He can calm all my fears in an instant, even if it's through a text.  He knows exactly what to say to make me feel better and exactly how to say it.  He knows how to inspire me, how to calm me, and how to motivate me.   

Caden is the man to love me.  To make me feel like the prettiest girl in the entire world.  To remind me how much he loves me every single day.  To remember all the cute things to do, all the simple things that make me happy.  He texts me every morning, every night, and all throughout the day.  He kisses me Hello and Goodbye every single time.  He never fails to open my door, to tell me he loves me, or to leave cute notes on my car reminding me how special I am.   

He's perfect.

In every single way.

There isn't one thing about Caden that  I don't love.  He still gives me butterflies.  He still makes me giddy.  He still makes me smile.  and I fall more and more in love with him every single day.   

He's my forever.

He's my husband.

The father of my children.

The grandfather of my grandchildren.

He's my companion.

My love.

My Cadenoma.

And THAT is why I want to get married.

Not just to be married, not just for a husband, 

but to spend forever and all of eternity with Caden.

Weekend, above all other weekends.

Welp, I spent the past few days just smiling.  All day long.  Every day.
Mostly because I'm awesome.  And mostly because Caden spoils me.

Friday night wad double-date night with our married friends, Matt and Cheree.
We got some Costa Vida and played pictionary at home with my mom and neice.
This is the night I learned that A) I'm horrible at drawing motorcycles and B) I love pictionary.

Saturday night we went out with Caden's Dad and brother, Chrstian, to the Jazz game.  GO Jazz.     Never do I watch the game, because I'm an expert at people watching.  Best times of my life watching strangers do weird things.   Also, we got pizza at the pizza factory.  His dad is part owner, or something, and so we got the royal treatment which always makes me feel like a rock star.

Sunday is my most favorite day of the week, always.  Especially this Sunday because Caden had the night off, which means we got to spend the entire day cuddled on the couch watching Boys Meets World and taking naps upon naps.  We had popcorn and Lime Rickeys for dinner and played Settlers of Catan, the most addicting game in the world.  Besides Tetris.

Monday we F I N A L L Y got some snow in Utah.  Hooray.   So Caden and I piled on our snow gear and headed to Snow Basin.  Now, Snow Basin is my least favorite resort because I had one horrible snow day there and refused to like it ever again.  But, Caden charmed me into giving it another chance and it was a real good time.   Plus, how can you not have fun boarding with your fiance?  Seriously.

And Tuesday was my first day playing RN.  Clinicals in my WSU purple scrubs and a name badge that said RN Student.   I'm so close to the end.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel.  Nurse, here I come.  Then I took a two hour nap, an hour long shower, painted my nails and my mom made hamburgers.  Hamburgers.  Mmmmmm.

So now you know, reader, why I smile all the days.

"Alllllll the days" - Sadie Hall.

Morning Attire on AOL.

Today as I was checking my AOL mail, I saw a random video of some baby.  
I didn't click on it, but it made me think how weird it is.

It was a home made video and it was on AOL website.

How weird would it be if your homemade video spread like wild fire and ended up on AOLs homepage?  What if you didn't even know it had spread that fast?  What if no one told you and you just logged in and saw your baby on the home screen.  And what if it was something super embarrassing like, your kitchen was a complete wreck and Mommy is in the background in her robe and slippers with morning breathe.  

That'd be awkward.
Just saying: be careful when you share videos.   Could spread like wild fire and you'd be on my homepage and I'd be staring at your morning attire.  Embarrassing.

Collection of Goodies.

Originally our plan was to live with Caden's parents for a bit after the wedding, until we both graduate and find a plan from there.  

However, recently we have kind of flirted with the idea of getting our own place.  Nothing fancy, just a little one bedroom until we can settle in and find where we want to begin our careers.  Caden might go to graduate school and I might move with him.    ...kidding.  Of course I'll go with him.    As long as it's not too far.  

The idea of our own place gets me way too excited for words.   And makes me realize how real this is all becoming.  No longer is this wedding just a day of dress up.  No longer is this relationship just for fun.  This is a big commitment.  This is a big deal.  BIG deal.

And with having our own place, that means having our own stuff.  And we've already got quite the collection. It's random and it doesn't make sense, but I love it. Because it's O U R S.

Since March 11, 2011 we have obtained: a set of tiny casserole dishes in all kinds of colors, a pink cookie sheet, a home made rolling pin, the movie "Rookie of the Year", a tennis shoe ornament and, of course, a pig ornament.   

Uhhh, random collection.

But O U R S.

Which makes it the best collection E V E R.

Cheers to that.