and he didn't even cry

Kolton was a big, brave boy yesterday.

He got surgery.

On his arm.

About a year ago (November 2009) right before he took me out for the first time he went on a blind date  fourwheeling. As he was cruising up a hill he hit a gully or something (this is me retelling the story from his words, it gets a little technical so I have to edit) and basically it jarred him and hurt his elbow. He didn't really notice that it hurt at all until the next morning when he couldn't bend his elbow more than 90 degrees.

But did he go to the doctor?

Of course not.

Long story short-after about a year of me nagging him about his grind-y elbow that he could finally bend but it sounded like there was a bunch of sand in there, he went to the doctor.

This incident is proof to me that miracles do happen.

Turns out, he broke his radial head.

Let me repeat that-

He broke his radial head a year ago-

and did not go to the doctor.

Yes-he's crazy. (and tough and rugged I must also add)

So they set the date and yesterday he got surgery on his arm.

I sat in the waiting room while he was getting ready, but they brought me in while they gave him an IV and stuff.

Just so you know, I hate blood.

and hospitals.

and doctors.

and needles

And the medical-hates list goes on and on (to expound on this is a story for another day)

But I tried to be brave for him, I really did.

However, when they gave him the IV I had to duck my head and look away for fear that I may pass out right on the spot. (How embarrassing would that have been?) But seriously, my throat was all constricted and nervous and my head felt funny.

Yes. I am weak sauce.

I fear for my future children. Doctors visits with their mother are sure to be a ball.

Kolton, on the other hand, was just fine.

anyway...

They gave him some stuff in his IV to relax him and we talked for a bit longer before they rolled him outta there.

We said our goodbyes and then I went back to the waiting room to catch up on my celebrity gossip. (I love reading tabloids in doctor's offices. and dentist's offices, and in the grocery store line, and my hairdresser's, and basically anywhere)

About an hour later they called me in to see my invalid husband.

He was chowing down on some chocolate pudding.

Sadly, the anesthesia didn't affect him too much (i.e. he didn't say anything funny or crazy-which I was a little bummed about)

However, the man behind the curtain provided enough entertainment for the both of us. and the nurses in the room to whom his questions were directed.

 "Was it ugly?" ("I don't know, I wasn't in there with you...")

"Did they take pictures" ("No")

"Dang, I wanted to see what it looked like."

"So....was it ugly"

"Did they take pictures?" (these questions were repeated at least five times, always with the same answer)

Finally the nurse told him that the doctor was talking to his wife and telling her all about the surgery

"Oh great. now I'm gonna have to hear it from her."

Oh my...we were dyin. He just had the croakiest voice and was hilarious.

Finally they decided that Kolton was good to go so we jetted outta there. We picked up a movie and spent the rest of the evening being lazy.

In conclusion:
I think he'll survive.

 And plus, he had a really good excuse for not taking his chemistry test this weekend. So we're pretty happy.

a little scatterbrained

That's what we've been lately.

The scatterbrained-ness used to only affect me, but it must be some kind of contagious because Kolton has caught it too!

Last week he woke up super early (5:30, yeah. he's crazy) to work on some homework. When he finally went up to campus I got a little phone call from him....

"Hey Jayc....I left my worksheet I did this morning at home. Would you mind delivering it to me?"

I said yes of course. Since I love him and all...

My only problem with the whole ordeal was how in the heck do you wake up at 5:30 to work on some homework and then forget to take it to class to actually turn it in? Seriously.

Then today after Kolton left for class I noticed the little red light was bleeping on my phone. There was a weird number, but I listened to the voicemail. 

In a desperate voice my husband was calling to ask if I would deliver to him his wallet and phone.

(He was calling from a phone in the Physics Department)

I did it of course. Since I love him and all.

But he got a little more teasing this time. Only because he used to tease me so much about my own little scattered brain. (which was a true fact, by the way)

For instance...

Last semester I went to pay my apartment rent at the office. While there, I started questioning the nice man helping me about what steps I needed to take in order to sell my contract.

After receiving the said information I skipped out of the office and went on my way.

Four days later there was a notice on our front door.

For me.

It was a note that said my rent was overdue and plus I owed them 25 dolla bills ya'll.

I was flabbergasted.

I went to the office.

I wrote out the check

I chatted with the nice man.

I totally paid my rent!

Come to find out

The check that i wrote out.....was still in my checkbook.

I totally did not pay my rent.

Oh my...

So I moseyed on over to the office, talked to the not-so-pleasant lady and basically the conversation ended with me handing over my check and the 25 dolla bills ya'll.

bummer.

Now that's only one incident. There's plenty more where that came from, but of course I can't remember them right now.

But in conclusion....

It's time for summer/no school.

Oh and p.s. when I noticed his phone on the kitchen table I thought to myself, "Hey, I'd better call Kolton and let him know he left his phone at home..."
Uhhhh....DOH!



yesterday's haiku

Yester was his day of birth

We ate cake, I sang

He is old now

I surprised him every hour (not quite)

With a new round of useful gifts

None of which were wrapped.

He opened boots, socks, shorts,

Straight from the shopping bag

I am a lazy wife

(in my defense we don't actually have wrapping paper in our closet. just so you know)

The last surprise was ruined

My pesky cousin spilled the beans

I'll never trust him again

The previous verse may be misleading

No, we are not "expecting"

The last surprise was a movie

(my cousin had helped me pick it out)

To continue the celebration

We spent some time with family

At Ethan's Mr. West Jeff

We learned little Ethan is funny

As he strutted upon the stage

He took second place

A gift from my fam was

A navigation system for his truck

Now we won't get lost

The "day of birth" celebration

Continues through the weekend

We have a date tonight

scrounging

That is what we have been doing the past week. We have been scrounging for food to eat since I decided to try something really fun and only go to the grocery store once this month.

uno momento

(Sometimes I use my limited 8th grade Spanish to make up Spanish phrases that really don't make sense but sound neat. I think it drives Kolton crazy)

But actually....I did go that one other time to pick up stuff for my "suga and spice" cookies.

Oh, and there was that other time in preparation for our road trip. (Everybody knows it's not a road trip unless you got goodies! I had to remind Kolton of that fact)

But other than those two times....

uno momento.

Anyway....

We seriously had nothing in our house. noth-ing.and it really was fun because I felt like I was being cost-effective and we had to eat some of that stuff that everyone buys but never gets around to eating and finally throws away because it's two years out of date. (i.e. hamburger helper and cardboard pizza) and because I had no ingredients, I got out of cooking for a time.

So with our fridge bare neck-ed I finally decided it was time to break down and go to the grocery store.

I actually really like going grocery shopping. I like to take my time and browse the aisles looking for the things I need...and some things that I definitely don't need (i.e. the chips ahoy cookies and certain items from the special displays set up to fool innocent shoppers into thinking they need those things in their cupboards right. now.)

I'm such a sucker.

 and I even worked in a grocery store!

Kolton teased me a little bit after I got home about my impulsive shopping habits, but not too much because I know he's just glad he was off the hook. (He doesn't actually like grocery shopping too much. I think it's because he's not as good at spending money as I am)

But now our fridge and bellies are full and I don't have any reason for not cooking anymore because my cupboards are fully restocked. (shoot)

I'll let ya know how that goes.

a discovery and some other ramblings

I made a new discovery the other day.

I was shopping around the Rexburg metropolitan fashion area and found a new little hidden boutique, Lulu Bella.

About three seconds after I walked in those doors, I decided that I was either in heaven or in love (or both, simultaneously)

I. love. that. store.

The inside of the store was so vintage-y and dressed to the nines and I decided that I wanted just about everything they had to offer.

Really. Everything.

But I refrained.

For now.

I came home and explained to Kolton just how much money I could have spent if I didn't possess the extreme amount of self control that I have.

(Okay. So maybe extreme is a bit of a strong word. I did break down after an internal debate and buy myself a headband. Though that also took a lot of self control considering I could have come away with much, much more)

Go there. like, soon.

Also, we are going on a little mini escape from Rexburg. (hallelujah!)

Tomorrow afternoon at precisely three o'clock we will be shaking the dust of this ole town off our boots and will be headed to the beautiful, hopefully above 20 degrees, Boise, Idaho.

But not to worry.

We will be returning the next day.

Bummer. But it's still a vacation!

We're going down to Ethan's state wrestling meet. (Oh, you didn't know I was a wrestling fan/connoisseur? Well.....that's because I'm still working on it. I'll let you know when I reach connossieur status. [love that word, by the way])

So until we return, adieu.

(and that's about the extent of my French-ie vocabulary, although I did talk to a girl from France today. We're very cultured here at BYU-I unless you didn't know)

Okay. I'm done now.

reason 219 why i love my husband

He untangles my necklaces for me. And doesn't even complain {too much} about it.

Seriously. My necklaces are always in a big wadded tangly mess. There are three possible reasons for this:

a) I don't have a jewelry box

b) (see a) As a result, my necklaces are placed in a little woven basket that is currently overflowing.

c) (see b) Disclaimer-they might not exactly be "placed" in the said basket. More like.....tossed.

So until this little problem gets solved, Kolton will have to keep untangling my snarled mess. Poor guy.

there's somethin about fridays

found here

That always gets a little buzz in the air around campus. Everyone's excited for their weekend plans, maybe a hot date, or just a little time to breathe.

All I know is that Fridays have long been my fave day of the week. Fridays meant sleepovers with friends, movies, and lots of giggling.

Tonight I've got big plans with my own hot date.  We're staying in. I stopped by the video store and rented us a sappy chick flick. (Kolton's gonna be pumped) I can't wait.

But first, I gotta tidy up around here. (Who said Saturday was the only special day)

Happy Friday!!

p.s. Our upstairs neighbors just turned on an episode of The Office. I can hear the catchy theme song through the ceiling. Oh apartment living....