Remember When...

A couple of years ago, I used to spend my Sunday afternoons eagerly anticipating *Ward Prayer. 

Not necessarily because I was a huge fan of the activity itself...but because there was a chance I'd get to see this super cute guy in my ward. I was always so happy when he came, and more than a little disappointed when he wasn't there.

Now, I get to spend every Sunday with him. 

I'm pretty lucky.

*Ward Prayer: a weekly activity for LDS Young Single Adult wards, in which they gather together for a spiritual thought and some socializin' on Sunday evenings.

'Tis the Season

Don't worry, folks. They aren't Christmas lights. Not until December 1st, anyways. 

Until then, they are Seasonal Lights. And I love them.

Special shout out to the magic-maker, Mr. Plessman. Good job, babe!

*Note the pumpkin blanket on the couch in the first picture. Juxtaposition. We're all about that over here.

He's Better Than Me

Colt's been sick recently.

Instead of being a nice wife and taking good care of him, I've been condescendingly teasing him about his "man-cold."

You know. The colds that men get that put them out of commission for at least a week, but when women have the same thing, they're still completely functional.

The kind that have them slouching around the house calling after you:

"Babe...I'm sick..."

I'm the meanest.

Anyways, last night the poor boy woke up at four in the morning with a coughing fit that wouldn't stop. He ended up sleeping on the couch so he wouldn't keep me awake, since I had to leave for work by 7:00 a.m.

Instead of getting up and helping him out, this morning I stormed around the house because I was grumpy about having to go to work when it was still dark outside. And because we've been super busy lately, and I was tired.

And because I didn't have enough time to eat breakfast.

Or do my hair.

Or dry my underclothing completely.

Or make lunch.

And I had to run over to my other school to get supplies before going to the Jr. High.
I'm also catching Colt's cold.
And the car was very low on gas, and I did not have time to stop and get any before work. I crossed my fingers for the entire 20 minute drive (I made it).

Ugh. Life is just so lame sometimes, you know?

Nobody should have to leave the house on a cold morning wearing slightly damp underclothing.

Anyways, Colt decided to get a little extra sleep and go into work late, so maybe I was a little bit jealous. His job allows him to actually be a human being and occasionally get sick without consequence. My job requires that I make up every second that I miss. Being sick is not allowed.

Colt texted after I left to make sure I was ok, and I went ahead and whined to my sick husband about why I was such an uncompassionate grump this morning.

Two and a half hours later...

 Colton shows up at my work with a lunch, some medicine, cough drops, a sweet note, and a big hug.  

Colt is such a good person.
I don't mean to brag. I just honestly don't know very many people like him. He's one of a kind. 

Sometimes, I feel a little sad for all the years that I didn't know him.

Mean Sleeper

I like to think that I'm a nice person.

I smile at strangers. Babies like me. All that.

When I'm awake, I think I'm a pretty pleasant person overall.

However:
All of this changes when I'm in that weird state between wakefulness and sleep.

Case in point: I've just been informed that Colt woke up in the middle of the night because he was cold, and I had all the blankets. So he pulled the sheet over. As soon as he did so, I said "NO!"

And pulled the sheet back.

I don't have any recollection of this, but honestly, it's not hard for me to believe.

Similar situations have arisen in the past.

I'm not a nice person when I'm sleepy.

Halloween, Denver Style

We visited the pumpkin patch today. After, we came home, made some hot chocolate, and carved this baby.

Go Broncos!

Now, back to Prison Break.

Gone A-Shootin'

Fall Break is officially here! And it couldn't have come soon enough.

Colt worked hard this week so that he could have Friday off with me. 
He got all of his hours in by Thursday...but it meant going all day from 8:00-7:30. 
He was tired. Good thing I made delicious chili. 
It soothes the weary soul.

That harrowing Thursday called for a relaxing Friday. So:

We slept in.

We went for a run. 

We went to D.I. so I could get some language-centered games for my older students. We bought Tribond, Travel Tribond for Kids, Trivial Pursuit, and Balderdash for 8 bucks, which I am quite excited about. 

That, my friends, is a lot of WH-questions, categorization, and word associations for a very reasonable price.

Then, Colt suggested we go for a drive up Hobblecreek Canyon and go shooting. Probably to compensate for having to watch Runaway Bride with me this morning. 
He needed his requisite daily man activity.

So we went.

We ran into some cows on the way up the canyon.

They thought they owned the road.

Now, we're off to Olive Garden for dinner with my uncle and cousins.

So go on and enjoy your fall break, too!

You deserve it.

Not Cat People

I casually, jokingly suggested to Colton this morning that we should get a cat.

In response, I got a look similar to the one below, and a horrified

"Why?!"

I guess we aren't cat people.