Thursday, January 29, 2009

To my Daddy,

I love you!

Christian Nielson on x96

Christian Nielson (aka Nie's husband) was featured on x96's "Ask A..." morning show feature today. I hope they will post the audio so anyone who missed it can take a listen.

I didn't hear all of it but would recommend it to anyone who has followed the Nielson's story.

Friday, January 23, 2009

I am that woman

Which comedian makes the joke about women that remember everything, including the date of the first time their significant other kissed them in a Jiffy Lube? Jim Gaffigan? Demetri Martin? That other guy? Well, I am that woman. Honestly, I think it scares Greg a little bit. I mention this because today is the 1-year anniversary of our official engagement (we had our date set at the Temple for almost two weeks before I actually said "yes"). Granted this event is of obviously greater importance than a kiss at any Jiffy Lube. Unless, of course, that is where you were proposed to. (please say that has never happened to anyone) Regardless, when my wedding ring went missing last week, Greg held me as I sobbed into his shoulder and said, "I didn't even make it one year without losing my ring."

Today I'm happy to say that I'm wearing that ring and I am that woman - the one Greg picked.

Clarification: The aforementioned comedian does actually make the joke about Jiffy Lube; I'm not trying to say I remember the first time Greg kissed me at Jiffy Lube. Besides, we're more of the Pep Boys type.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my nephew Xander who turns 1 today!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Atta boy!

My eyes hurt. Why? Because I've been crying for the last two days straight over the losing of my most prized physical possession. My wedding ring.

You lost your wedding ring? What kind of a wife are you? Do you have any idea how much Greg paid for that? And let's not forget the immensity of the sentimental value!

And that's why I've been crying so hard. That's what my "shoulder devil" has been saying.

HOURS of searching. Searching under the bed. Searching through the trash. Searching through the trash again. Flashlights beaming down drains. The retracing of steps. Multiple trips back and forth to work. I even looked in the breaker box AND the peanut butter jar.

MANY prayers were sent to heaven. Prayers of pleading.


So, I sent an e-mail to everyone at work, just in case. I've never felt so loved by co-workers. People I don't even know were asking if I'd found it yet. Sympathy came from everyone who had lost their wedding ring at some point too. (One guy told of going to the store where his wedding ring had been purchased soaking wet after searching through a reservoir for 2 hours for his. He thought he could dupe his wife by buying a new one before going home. Inevitably, they didn't make that ring style anymore.)

Even more HOURS of searching. I was physically ill. I wasn't even hungry, and that is saying something. When I did eat, a beloved cucumber was the only thing that sounded edible. (Note: not uncommon for me)

And then, inspiration.

Greg was just tall enough and standing at just the right angle to see it. There is was, glittering on a shelf in our downstairs bathroom. I rarely use that bathroom but had been in there cleaning in preparation for an overnight visit from our good friend Scott. It blended in with the metal shelf and was too high for my line of sight.

I cried even more.

Greg: "You don't need to cry anymore, we found it!"
Wendy: "But I'm just so happy you found it!"


And I was hungry again! But only for french vanilla ice cream covered in Reese's Pieces.

My boss told me this morning that she couldn't sleep last night because she was worried about me. Another co-worker said that Greg deserves an "Atta boy!" for finding it.

My eyes still hurt. I can't stop looking at the beautiful ring on my finger and the sparkly diamonds are blinding me.

Atta boy Greg. Atta boy.

April 12, 2008

Friday, January 9, 2009


A few lovelies not to be forgotten but gone unposted up to now.

None other than Greg feeding bread to ducks at WSU.
Yes, he is holding the bread in his lips.
Yes, the ducks took it.
Yes, one duck got a little lip action. (ouch.)

Getting ready for a night on the town with friends.

(Still loving the red coat courtesy of Christmas presents from Greg. Thanks!)

Thursday, January 8, 2009

"We Could Kill Some Zombies"

If anyone was curious as to why Wendy is the best wife ever, the above quote says it all. But here's the story anyway:

Last night after we had made a second rate attempt to clean our house (after painting all weekend), I asked Wendy what she wanted to do.

She said, "We could watch a movie, go running, play a game, do a puzzle. We could kill some zombies."

"Why don't you decide. I really don't care what we do." I replied.

"Let's go kill some zombies."

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Ok, i'm impressed.

Are facial tissues (KLEENEX) always 3-ply? Maybe I just hadn't thought about it before but I'm impressed. I think my being impressed stems from this confession: When I went to Russia (summer 2003 for a track thing, to be succinct, for those that didn't know), my biggest fear was there would be no 2-ply toilet paper. I guess "biggest fear" is a bit dramatic but there were several conversations before the trip about the topic.

Back me up on this one Allie.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Best quote of the day (so far)

"Any time's a good time for a burrito," said my co-worker as she walked down the hall past my desk at 9:12 this morning, freshly microwaved burrito in tow.

I'm going to have to disagree on this one.


Monday, January 5, 2009


I've been watching the snow fall today thinking: Oh man, these shoes + that snow aren't going to be much fun come time to go home from work today. My apprehension was confirmed when a co-worker (also needing to make copies) just said, "Oh, you can't wear those shoes today. I hope you brought another pair to go outside in." Actually, no, I didn't bring another pair. Oops! I guess that's what I get for not having a newspaper or tv to tell me there was going to be a blizzard today. Nice.

On the upside, my shoes are super cute. Thanks to my handsome husband for buying them for me last week :)

That one guy

I've been a huge blog slacker. Maybe this will spice things up a bit:

At church yesterday a little boy approached the podium to bear his testimony. He happens to be the son of one of the members of the bishopbric in our ward. He began with the usual "I'd like to bear (which always sounds more like "bury" when little kids say it) my testimony. I know the church is true..." Then he continued with, "I know that (LOOOOOONG PAUSE) that one guy buried the plates made of brass." I, along with most of the congregation, couldn't hold in my amusement at hearing that statement. I was laughing so hard that I doubled over and missed seeing him turn around to ask his dad what "that one guy's" name is. I tuned back in just in time to hear him say, "Moroni" and conclude his testimony.

Classic. Kudos to that kid for giving Moroni a shout out in fast and testimony meeting - I don't think that happens often.

Stay tuned for more funny stories about kids in our ward. AKA I recently got called to be a nursery leader...