Domesticity

Okay, I think that's a word, but I'm not completely sure of it.

Anyhow.

My birthday was earlier this month and as my birthday gift my mom came over to help me clean my house. (I know pathetic on my part.) But unfortunately for Fielding, that is one gene/talent/hobby line I completely missed and hid from before coming to earth. I am not in any hidden cranny of the imagination domestic. I don't like cleaning, cooking, laundry, or yard work. I just don't like any of it.

In my defense (or a very small portion of it), I tried warning Fielding before we got married. I told him I hated laundry and hanging up or folding clothes was not something I did. Two days after we got married we had to go out and buy some hangers because he didn't realize it was as bad as I had told him it was.

Whoa, how did I get so distracted? Back to the story at hand. My mom and dad came over on Saturday with cleaning supplies in tow and we started to work. My dad was given bathroom duty and stripping out the seal between the tile and tub. Mom and I started in the kitchen.

Never in my whole life have I thought cleaning could be so gross and dirty, but it was. 409 became my one true friend and I'd seriously consider buying stock because it works so well. We cleaned every inside and outside of every cupboard and organized them to function better. The counters are cuter and cleaner than any I have ever called my own in my entire life. (That includes college.)

My dad finished sealing between the tub and tile and then went to work hanging my tv on the wall. Thankfully we found some studs this time around (way to go Fielding and dad) and now it's sitting pretty.

Sadly, my mom told me she only does this once and it's now my job to keep it up. (Why is it always easier for me to consider paying someone else to do the dirty work than to do it myself?) I guess that's something else to add to my list. That and figuring out how to set up the front room. Who knows. Maybe one day I'll manage to conquer some small realm of domesticity. (Not to mention the fact that my mom said I really needed to start learning how to cook. She even said it in front of Fielding. I could have died!)

Oh well what can you do. I'm off to make sure my list sparkles. =)

Power of Positive Thinking

So I've realized ...okay, so mostly I've been told that I'm really caught up in negative things and I talk 'above' people. Not too much fun to hear and far less fun to deal with, but deal with it I will.

I'm working on changing how I look at things and how I think about them. There are enough crappy things out there in the world that focusing on them isn't going to help anyone. Instead I want to focus on the happy thoughts and times in life.

When I look back at my life I want to remember all of the fun times when we were ridiculous. Like Jamie pretending she was a balloon. Kelli and I trying to sneak out on the roof, and spending a summer day lying in the freezer. (Josh's idea)

I want to remember the adventures we've had. My first trip to California with the Bartletts, getting pulled over on the way home from college, getting pulled over on a date after going to Leatherby's (why is it Mandi was there for both of those?), and even trips like Havasupai.

I want to remember all the moments you made my heart melt. When Fielding held hands with me in Connie and Carla (not the most amazing movie.), when I told him I loved him for the first time, our first Easter together, the first time he bought me flowers, and the day I told him I got a cat and he let me keep her.

Those are the memories I want to remember so as of today. I'm changing how I'm looking at things and I'm going to focus on the happiness in life. The moments you want to hold on to a relive forever.

Bootcamp continued

Okay, let's see if I can get this wrapped up since it's only been like three months since I started this tale.
Fielding and I sucked it up during the 12 1/2 mile hike to camp. (Fielding will tell you he was slow because of me. I'd say I was slow because hiking 12 1/2 miles sucks.) It was terrible. Everyone else just seemed to book it down the canyon. My brother, Josh, was a mad man and convinced me he's part mountain goat. He was up and down and sideways on those trails just for fun.


He even made friends along the way. He found some crazy lizard thing that had awesome colors and a fat tail. I forget what they named it, but it pretty much stuck around the whole trip chilling.




This is a picture of camp. It was really nice to be able to put our feet in some cool water after the hike. Especially since I had blisters on both heels and one toe. I'm pretty sure Fielding had some on his heels too. The river was a great distraction and basically where we spent most of our time. We washed in soaked in that river.



Here's a picture of Fielding roughing it. I'm pretty sure he's only smiling because I was taking the picture and it was an in between hiking day. (That and he thinks I'm cute. =)




This is Kelli and Meg trying the tube of death on the river. FYI if you're floating down a river with lime...blah, blah, blah in it. don't try to save the tube or anything that falls. Just stand up as fast as you can. Otherwise you get tumbled. I learned that one the hard way.

I know somewhere in between those days we hiked down to Mooney Falls. Not really something you should do if you're afraid of heights. I learned that one the hard way too.

The last day we were packed up by noon and all day was pretty much a lazy day. We sat around seeing what we could get rid of. Kelli and Meg adopted a dog they dubbed Sammy and bribed it into having a bath in the river. (lunch meat gone.)
Remaining tubes went to the group camp next door. The rest of the time I was enamored by the little toads we found all over the place. I don't know why, but this picture reminds me of Buddha. =)

Fielding and I left about an hour earlier than everyone else and they still caught up to us before we made it very far and we were the last ones up the hill again. Thank goodness Josh caught up to us with some Gatorade. Seriously, nothing has ever tasted so good in my entire life.
I have to say the trip was a lot of fun for me now that I look back on it. The company was great and I don't think I would have changed it for the world, but I also don't know that I'd do that hike again without a bit more exercise before hand.
I watched this little guy for hours while we waited for our stuff. He was so stinkin' cute.

Oh, not to mention I got my first ticket ever on the way home from the trip.


Thanks for the memories guys.