Still Cringe-worthy

Normally, I am a functional, emotionally healthy person. But every now and then, a memory will pop into my head out of the blue (usually while driving) and I literally squint my eyes up and bury my face in my hands in pure, agonizing shame. This gem popped into my head this week:

5th Grade: My mom took us to Baskin Robbin's for an after-school snack one day. I asked for a sample spoonful of Gold Medal Ribbon. The server scooped up the ice cream on the tiny pink spoon and held it out to me over the counter. Instead of taking the spoon out of her hand with my own hand, like a normal person, I stood up on my tiptoes-

 and I ate the ice cream out of her hand. 

I forced a stranger to spoon-feed me.

I still don't know why I did it. I have no excuse. I even remember thinking as it was happening: "What am I doing?!" It was like my body took complete control and my mind was powerless to stop it.

It was a moment of pure insanity. 

It got me thinking about other cringe-worthy moments I've experienced in my 25 years of life. The following came to mind all too quickly:

Age 7: Throwing a HUGE fit for our babysitter. Normally, I was a very well-behaved child, but I think she refused to let me have sour-cream and onion potato chips before bed (D.U.M.B.), and I pretty much had the nastiest temper tantrum in history. Still embarrassed. The sad part is, if somebody denied me sour-cream and onion potato chips today, I'd probably react the same.

3rd Grade: Trying to get my teacher's attention at the front of the room, I accidentally called her "Mommy." She looked right at me and said:

 "I'm not your mommy."

 Thanks Miss Pattison. Thanks for the public reminder, because I forgot you weren't my mommy.

Age 23: Soon after our first meeting, I had fallen hard for my future husband. He  had yet to reciprocate. One day, as my friend and I were long-boarding/bicycle riding, Colt drove by on his motorcycle. If you haven't met my husband, it's imperative that you understand, he looks damn fine on his motorcycle. Anyways, he drove by. 

I promptly took a hard fall off my longboard.

Colton turned his motorcycle around and drove back to see if I was ok. 

Nobody was laughing, just looking at me with concerned faces and asking me if I was hurt. 

Everybody knows that falling off a longboard is far less embarrassing when people  joke and laugh about it then when people are all worried for your safety. 

So I crawled under a rock, and didn't come out until he married me.

Just kidding. But I wanted to.

26

What a babe

Yesterday was my sweet husband's birthday. The very first one we've celebrated together, now that I think about it. Two birthdays ago, we weren't dating-or kissing ;)- yet, and I was at a family reunion in Yellowstone. And during his last birthday, he was in Seattle doing his internship thang. 

It was also our first days back at work following a 4.5 day family reunion in McCall, Idaho (more about that later). You know you're officially a grown up when you have to work on your birthday...oh,and you're married.

So, he went off to work and I went to a half-day of SpEd training for my job, which starts in a very short 2.5 weeks. Then I bought some birthday supplies, cleaned the house, and got ready for the birthday boy to come home so we could go to dinner with a few friends. But first he had to open two of his three presents (a book and a piece for his AR-15). His last present won't be here until tomorrow, so I can't tell you what it is.

We went to Texas Roadhouse, and the service was...subpar. And it was my husband's birthday, dangit! None of our food was right, and the waitress was a grump who looked like she'd rather be off doing whatever grumpy girls do on Monday nights. Watching Gossip Girl or the Bachelorette, probably.

 So Colt (very kindly and courteously) let the manager know, and she gave us all a free meal. Shwing! 

Then we went and said hi to his mom, who got into town Sunday night, then came home and had birthday banana cream pie.

We aren't really cake people.

It was a pretty quiet birthday, but what else can Monday birthdays be when they are filled with work, training, and grown up things?

It was just awesome to hang out with my birthday boy.

Happy Birthday Colt!! 26 looks great on you.

Then This Conversation Happened

*This exchange took place as we were discussing Buzzfeeds '25 Things Mormon Girls Love.' 

Me: "It's pretty accurate. I wonder what Mormon boys like." 

Colt: "Mormon girls." *winks* 

 He's catching on to this husband business

The Plessman's Go Camping

We finally went on our first camping trip of the summer. 

Trevor and Brea, and Jon and Vanesa came with us, and it was a delight and a half.

The boys tried to chop firewood with a machete.  Unsuccessfully...but Colt looked dang good trying.

Colt made a fire, set up our tent, and basically made me incredibly grateful I'm married to Camper of the Year. He always takes great care of me.

We ate dinner, went on a mini hike, made s'mores, and sat around the campfire and talked until 11:30. I'm learning that married people never make it past midnight. We woke up early, had breakfast, and cleaned up camp.

Colt wrote me a love note in charcoal.

Then we hiked up to The Grotto. It was really pretty, even though the water level was kind of low. It's too hot here!

We took a dirty, unshowered, post-camping picture. 

Then we drove up the Nebo loop and stopped at each of the Payson Lakes. 

Colt, me, Jon and Vanesa are staying in a yurt in September, which I'm super excited for. Look at us, being all adventurous.

That's what happens when you marry an outdoorsy type. I highly recommend it.

Does Anybody Read Books Anymore?

Like, the kind you can physically hold in your hands, open, flip through the pages, smell it (maybe that's just me), etc...

I just want to buy a book. The old-fashioned sort. The kind that can get wet without it costing me 3.5 hundred million dollars. But I get on Amazon to order one online (my first mistake) and I can't figure out which are real books and which ones are meant to put on your ipod, or your kindle, or whatever newfangled contraptions kids and their hip parents use these days. I don't want to order a book and have it come to me on a flashdrive, or to my email. However they transfer electronic reading materials. 

I don't even know. Computers are not my thing. I can't even remember how to log into this blog, and I've had it for almost a month. 

Why, yes, I do have a Masters Degree. But not in computers, or kindles, or...

What the heck is a Nook Book?!

Quote of the (Wednes)Day

“As long as you are proud you cannot know God. A proud man is always looking down on things and people: and, of course, as long as you are looking down you cannot see something that is above you.” 

-C.S. Lewis

I Have a Thing for Dairy Queen

It's real. Ever since I was a kid, I have had an unhealthy appetite for Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Blizzards. You could say they are my "jam." Not the kind you put on a PB&J. The kind you punch-dance to when you're in the bathroom blow-drying your hair.

Anyways, I had a dream last night. My mom appeared asking me if I wanted to go with her to Dairy Queen. Of course, I said "Sure, okay!"  

So loud with enthusiasm was I, in fact, that I startled myself awake.

I was so jazzed about getting a blizzard at Dairy Queen in my dreams that I yelled it in my sleep and woke myself up. So,Colt bought me one tonight. 

And it was almost as tasty as the one I had last Saturday.