The Half--13.1

I have been meaning to blog about my half marathon for over a week now, but I really had to wait until I had a better attitude about the dang thing! :) Lets put it this way... I woke up feeling shaky and had a stomach ache, (not to mention Mother Nature decided it was the right time of the month for me the night before). Is that TMI? I feel like only women read blogs so it really isnt that big of a deal. Anywho.. so I didn't feel great, but i was excited to get going.

Miles 1-3 were pretty flat and I felt a little better. Miles 3-6 were primarily downhill.. Mom, Andrea, Nic and I cruised. We were averaging 8:20 ish miles-- which is fast for me-- and then we hit the 7 mile mark. BOY did I get sick. I decided I needed to use the port a potty.. and once we got there, it was already occupied. Not wanting to have to wait and slow my time down, I kept going. For 4 more miles I kept saying I needed to stop and never did.. DUMB. Finally around mile 11 I stopped and tried to feel better.. but to no avail. I felt bloated, not to mention I was cramping (lady cramping), and I was dehydrated cuz the water at the water stations tasted like straight acid. Ha! So off I went trying to run again. Then it hit me.. my legs were cramping! In all my years of playing sports I had never cramped like that. Like the jolting "oh my gosh i can't move' cramping. So yeah that was awesome too.

I will be honest.. I broke down and was a crying mess at a few parts of the race. Honestly I was disappointed because my 11 mile run the week before had gone fantastic! I felt so great, kept a good pace, and wasn't too tired when I finished. So when I felt so crappy during the race, I was really getting down on myself. If it weren't for my cute sister in law Andrea, and my momma I would have never gotten to the finish line.

BUT! Let me tell you. When I finally did get there.. it was the best feeling ever. Mostly I was just happy it was over! But now a few weeks later I can look back and say that I am so proud of myself for doing something so out of my comfort zone. I still hate running, but after a week off I really am excited to get training again. It is weird to me that I am missing it. Thank you for all the kind comments, texts, and posts! You guys are all soo great.

Liana! Thank you for the sweet tip about running in my clothes before.. I would have never thought of that! and I am now using the schedule you suggested to train for the full. You are a gem and I am so excited to get to know you better!
Andrea. Me. Mom
momma and myself. She is my hero.
My favorite fan :)  Love that boy
Don't let that smile fool you.
I had no idea my blisters were going to be so bad. I guess it really is time for new running shoes.!

A vacation for the Zittings

The weekend in Newport with short explanations :)
Ammon and I on Balboa Island watching the 'Boat Parade' with my aunt and uncle. We LOVED Balboa Island and the fun beachy atmosphere of the little quaint island.

We were told we had to try the famous Balboa Bar..Obviously ammon was all over that idea.
I stuck with the Frozen chocolate covered banana.
We spent the next morning at the beach hanging out. It was cool cuz on these rocks there were little crabs, fish, and starfish. We had fun walking along the beach looking at all the 'little' beach houses... they are adorable, but scare me ever since i watched The Impossible. (for those who have seen it..you will understand). 


The main event! We were so excited when my uncle texted us last may to see if we could come down for the game. We were both sooo excited we couldnt hardly wait. It was my first MLB game, and not only that.. but my two favorite teams were playing each other!
My Uncle had a suite for the game.. it was amazing! Ammon was in heaven.. all the food he wanted and baseball all night? what could be better! (oh and duh I was there too, so obviously he was happy).
My favorite player on the Angels.. Mike Trout. Can you believe he is only.


5 Years Ago this month..

My baby sister graduated from high school a few weeks ago and just talking to her has totally taken me back to when I was a senior in high school. I cannot even believe I graduated High School 5 years a PHEW! I am so glad I am out of that stage of my life. However.. I am not ashamed to admit that I absolutely loved my time in high school and have the greatest memories and friends because of that special time of life. I was thumbing through some pics of my Senior year.. holy smokes.. I remember feeling like it was the end of the world as i knew it when i graduated. I was so excited for soccer and moving away, but I hated the thought of leaving what was comfortable and easy. I had the best group of friends that I didn't want to lose, and I was worried about change. I am so glad that the majority of those people are still dear friends that I keep in close contact with!
Unfortunately my best [girl] friends in high school were all a year younger than me..
These girls are still some of by bff's! LOVE THEM. 
Bestie and me getting ready for prom
The day I signed to play soccer at Dixie State.
SBO's

Getting ready to speak at graduation
Friends
Brayden. Haley. Carson. Sage. Jason. Anna.
The Senior Girls at Senior Dinner Dance
haley. elle. bre. karin. kylee. jess. lyndi. sage. anna.

13.1

Basically I am an idiot people. I randomly decided to sign up for my first half marathon and... then I signed up for the St. George Marathon. What the crap was I thinking. Well my half is in july and the full is in october... I have mostly been focusing on my half but to be honest I have not be training that well. I REALLY hate running and I thought that by this point in my training I might actually enjoy it. Not happening. Really the only thing that makes me look forward to my running is when I have new running clothes to wear. Obviously that gets expensive.

Mostly my frustration comes from not being good at running from the start. I like being good at things when I first try them out.. well running has not come that easily for me. But who am i kidding? When I was 12 years old my mom had to come and run the timed mile with me at soccer practice because I was crying my way through the whole thing. SERIOUSLY? Pathetic. 

When I first started training I had all these time goals and things I wanted to accomplish. Now I am to the point that I will be sooo proud of myself if I just finish. I still hate running.. training has been hard... and I really don't enjoy it at all! BUT I am really excited for July 13th when I will officially finish my first half marathon. I don't have a timed goal in mind anymore... and I seriously could careless about my time. I just cant wait for it to be over! 

Have any of you done a half? What are your suggestions and methods or running? Also what do you suggest wearing? I just bought these cute shorts and I am in LOVE. (yes they are shorts.. not a skirt)

The Big 2-3

I am officially 23. HOLY Crap. when did that happen?! Since I was on trek for my birthday Ammon and I celebrated early. Back in December we bought Tay Swift tickets knowing that it would be the most perfect birthday celebration.

Before heading to the concert we went to my most favorite restaurant in the world.. Settebello's in SLC.   [if you haven't been... GO!! and get the margarita pizza] Of course I got the typical Diet Coke and the famous Margarita pizza. SOOO YUMM. Honestly this is the closest thing I have found to real Italian pizza since I fell in love back in 2011 in Napoli. :) Gelato for dessert was a must.. and then it was off to the concert.

Even though we didn't have the most amazing seats, I had a blast! I LOVE Tay and I am not ashamed to admit it. Her vocals have gotten better over the years and her concerts have only gotten more crazy. We had a blast and it was the perfect Birthday Kick Off Celebration.

Ammon was a sweetheart and before we left for trek he surprised me with... a new NIXON watch. I am obsessed with Nixon anything and I have had my eye on this watch for what feels like forever. I was so shocked and absolutely ecstatic when he handed me that little white box. Next he handed me the first season of New Girl.... okay second best present ever! I love that show and seriously have been wanting it forever! I was also so spoiled by my parents and in-laws, grandparents, and extended family. I felt so loved and I was so grateful for the best birthday ever! :)
IN LOVE. [and the cutest bracelet from my mom]

Trek 2013

Despite being insecure and a little overwhelmed by our Trek calling, it was one of the most humbling and amazing experiences Ammon and I have shared together.
Fresh and clean to start the journey!

I will be the first to admit it was reallyyy awkward standing in front of all the youth reading off our family names. I had no idea what to say and I am not a 'hugger'.. so the awkward standing and waiting for the picture began. I gathered everyone together and the picture was taken. Then off we went to play 'Get to Know You' games (THE WORST.. get to know you games are just awkward and lame).. and pack up the cart. It was then that my kids mentioned they had no idea I was their 'Ma' and they thought they were doomed with the most annoying sister when I was herding them together for the picture. HA! We got a good laugh out of that one. We were blessed with 5 boys (one of which was a foreign exchange student from Ukraine, and not a member of the church) and 5 girls..  all of which ranged from 14-18 years old. The fam came up with the mottos "We like to party" (Really??? Umm okay we aren't naive, but we went with it anyway)... and our main motto was "We go Hard"... haha ammon and I laughed and the next thing we knew the motto was written on the flag!
The fam!
The first day was rough. Uphill for a good 7 miles with very little stopping. The boys refused to let the girls push the cart because "they have to save their energy for the woman's pull". I felt bad for our foreign exchange student the whole day.. just imagine having no connection to the pioneers, no connection to the LDS faith, and having to dress up in weird clothes and hike through the wilderness for 3 days straight. Yeah.. not fun. He complained in his cute little accent and looked miserable. He didn't really connect with any of the people in the family and I could tell he was just so unhappy! I felt so bad for him. That night we watched 17 Miracles on a projector screen in the middle of a huge field. It was one of the most emotional experiences I have had in my life. If you have not seen the movie.. you need to! It gave me even more respect for my amazingly faithful pioneer ancestors, and it seemed a lot more real after experiencing the things we had experienced earlier that day.
The Girls of the familly.
Madi. Calysta. Athena. Haley. Jainee. Jeanette.
That night I laid awake (freezing my A off might I add) listening to one of my sons, Clay have a chat with Andy (our non member foreign son) about life, religion, and standards. I will admit at points in the conversation I was nervous and felt like I should tell the boys to stop and go to bed, but decided to just let it go and went to sleep. The next day (my birthday) I awoke with anxiety and a bad attitude for the upcoming day. (Whoops Ma is not supposed to be like that!) We spent the morning playing pioneer games and running around in the fields. The boys in our family almost got bit by a rattlesnake.. it was the freakiest thing hearing that thing rattle and hiss! The family motto was in full force and the boys kept chanting "We go Hard!" .... I laugh every time I think about it.
The boys playing stick pull... Competing for the "Golden Child award".

The next morning was spent playing pioneer games. Our family motto was chanted loud and clear numerous times... "we go hard".. and every time I rolled my eyes and laughed. Our family wasn't too successful at the trek games and we always came in second (first loser).. except when it was a competition for the ma's and pa's. (*brag* am and I kicked butt). Our boys in the fam had a close call with a rattle snake and it was soo freaky hearing that creepy rattling noise and hiss from a far. Scared the crap outta me.
The trial Trail
The afternoon was a day filled with trials. Along the trail we had leaders stop us and read us an intimate story about different pioneer's stories. One included the story of a 7 year old boy who was responsible to carry his four year old brother across the plains. He ended up passing away from exhaustion and his brother safely made the rest of the journey. My kids were then asked to carry each other until the next trial came about. It was heartbreaking to see my kids struggle trying to carry each other.. until I saw Clay and Andy. Andy was on Clay's back.. and they were having a rap battle! haha! Hilarious. There were laughing together and Andy looked happy (partially because he didn't have to walk anymore). When it came time for them to switch, Andy complained, but I soon saw Clay (who was way bigger than Andy) jumping up onto Andy's back. It was so heartwarming to see Andy actually connecting and enjoying himself. The next trial came along and the leaders told a story about how some of the pioneer's had to walk without shoes. The next thing I knew.. I was walking down the trail barefoot. The sand was freaking hot, and I literally was running down the trail from shade spot to shade spot. I already had blisters on my feet and the burning hot sand did not help. I was pissed and swear words were flying through my head (mother of the year). I thought for sure Andy would not participate.. but as i looked up ahead.. I saw him and Clay sprinting down the trail together. Somehow Clay had talked him into doing the barefoot walk with him. I will admit I was the tearing up when I saw them together. The trial ended and we were soon at our camp.
The kids
There was absolutely no shade in sight, and I curled up in a ball and fell asleep for an hour or so. I woke up to a flower on my shoulder!..Ammon explained that one of the boys had ran over a mile to find me a desert flower for my birthday. Okay seriously how sweet! I tell you we had the sweetest kids in our family. That night Am and I square danced our little hearts out! Man! My husby has got moves. [he even admitted to enjoying dancing more than he expected *yes*]
Missing Boston!.
Ammon. Clay. Parker. Andy. Benjamin.
Later that night we had a great fhe with our family where each child shared Highs and Lows of the trip. We laughed and we cried.. and Ammon and I had the amazing confirmation that we were exactly where we needed to be. We had done just what we had hoped and our kids had had a fun and spiritual experience. I slept like a baby that night!
Benjamin and our baby Elizabeth with Pa Ammon.
The next morning we trekked into the city where we had family and stake members welcoming us with cheers and signs. I cried at the thought of "This is the place".. and felt so relieved our journey was over. I actually saw Andy smile (a smile that showed he had a good experience), and I forced him to give me a hug.
Trekking along.
I learned so much about myself during trek. When leaders of the church say "the youth of the church are amazing".. I know exactly what they mean. I realized that one person can impact a group of individuals and change experiences for all who are involved. I learned that I can do hard things. I learned that even though I was not called to trek across the country, I have battles of my own that I have been called to bare. My trials may not be physical trials, but I have trials that are equally as challenging. I know my ancestors are proud of who I am becoming, and I am soo grateful for their examples and strength. I am grateful for the sweet kids in our family and what they brought to my experience! I love them all so much (which is weird to say), and can't wait for our reunion!
Our first family picture. :) Love these kids.

Trek on!

So Ammon and I got asked to be ma and pa's at our stake trek this week. We have been excited and anxious for the past few months... and well here we are.. tomorrow we leave, and I am feeling slightly overwhelmed!

Am and I went to the meeting for trek back at the beginning of March. It was really basic, and not too detail oriented. OH! and did I mention that I got asked if I was one of the young women in the stake? ha! Now that was an awkward question to answer. Besides the other couple called from our ward, we were by far the youngest couple there.. I am talking like by at least 20 years. Intimidating to say the least! I am still trying to figure out how to draw the line between my teenage years and adult years.. how am I supposed to actually be in charge of these crazy kids when I still feel like I belong out there with them!?

Anyway, the house is a mess, our gunny sacks are [sort of] packed, and ammon has an all-nighter worth of homework ahead of him. I am anxious and worried that I am way under qualified for this calling, and overwhelmed by the sense of responsibility I feel to help my kids have an awesome experience. It will be interesting, but I am excited to get trekking! :)

Oh! And did i mention i will be celebrating my 23rd birthday somewhere in the middle of nowhere in my cutest pioneer clothes?! hahahaha! Just what I wanted to be doing on my birthday! ha! ;)

The Difference Between Males and Females...

Guys. I already realize I am the worst blogger on the planet. We both have a lot going on right now and by the time I get home I have ZERO motivation to blog. So for now, I leave you with this goodness.



Am and I watched this together last night and we were seriously laughing so hard! This is the epitome of our relationship... I love to talk about my problems, without actually hearing about how to fix them. Most of the time I just want sympathy and someone to listen to me unload. BUT in Ammon's mind, there is always a solution to my problems and if I would just fix it, I would feel better. It just doesn't work people.. I end up getting more frustrated because I feel like Ammon is just telling me why I am wrong, and Ammon ends up frustrated because the solution is so clear! hahah! It is quite hilarious and has taken some time for us to learn that we just think so differently that we both need to be more understanding towards one another.

Does anyone else struggle with this issue? I feel like it is a total male vs. female thing.. but I could be wrong. Tell me your thoughts.. I would love to hear them!

Aren't kids hilarious?

I am sure you have all seen the awesome AT&T commercials that have been airing that show the kids getting interviewed. Am and I LOVE those commercials and every week in our primary class we feel like we are the man hosting those interviews! Seriously our class cracks us up every week. Ammon came across this link the other and as soon as we looked at it we were dying laughing!

So if you need a quick pick me up... follow this link:

http://FunnyOrDie.com/m/7xzi

Mom and Dad's experience in Boston

If you follow me on social media, whether it be facebook, insta, or twitter.. it has been no secret that my sweet parents were in Boston this past week. Ever since my mom fell in love with running it has been her dream to qualify for Boston. Finally this past year she was able to qualify and entered into the pool of Boston runners. Up until a few weeks ago, being able to actually go to Boston wasn't in the financial plans, but thankfully some things changed and she and my dad were able to go!

We were all so excited for her and were anxious to hear how the race went. On Sunday night I tried to call my mom to wish her luck, but she denied my call! Of all the nerve! My dad immediately called me and told me that she was a ball of nerves and was an 'anxious wreck'. (This is pretty typical for my mom for any race she runs, so I could only imagine how bad it really must have been!) I told my dad to wish her well and to keep me posted the next morning.

The next morning I woke up to a few pictures of mom at the starting line etc.. and I was slightly confused why she had her phone. Mom NEVER runs with a phone. I shrugged it off and to work I went. We got a marathon update saying she had finished, but didn't hear anything official from either of my parents. Dad decided to go to the Red Sox game during the marathon, and figured he would head to the finish line around the time my mom typically finished (4:00). Well the time came, and while he was walking over to the finish line my mom called him and told him she had finished with an incredible time. They decided to meet up to take pics and such. As my dad was walking the thought came to him that the finish line area would be so crowded and that he should walk one block up from the finish line. As he approached the corner where he could turn towards the finish line he heard two big 'booms'. My dad is a very observant man and his first thought was to text us kids.... "you will hear about something that happened at the finish line of the marathon. talked to mom in texts before and she is okay. just trying to find her. more cops than I have ever seen. smell of smoke etc." Talk about a freaky text! I immediately googled what might be going on and only one small tweet came up.. tells you how quick my dad texted me! We texted back and forth for awhile and although we were freaked out, I was so happy to know that at least my mom had been okay. I was just worried something else was going to happen after the fact.

A few hours later I was able to talk to my mom and surprisingly she was very positive and upbeat. Although there had been such a terrible tragedy, she had a wonderful experience and was proud that she was able to finish the race with such a great time! She felt blessed that her running friends had been detained because of crowds while walking to the finish line to watch her finish. She felt blessed that she  PR'd and that she could be safe with my dad in the hotel room.

As we talked she told me that the night before she was a complete nervous wreck. She was so anxious and worried about how to get where she needed to go, what to wear, what to take etc, that she just felt physically sick. Finally she decided to go in the bathroom and say a prayer. She prayed that she would know what to do so that she felt prepared and at ease. The next morning, she was talking with my dad about whether or not she should take her phone. She wanted to take it so she could photograph the route etc, but realized how unpractical it was. For some reason she decided to put her phone in her running belt and off she went. It was such a blessing that she had her phone so that she could stay in communication with my dad. I can't imagine how panicked my dad would have been with out being able to talk to her! I could already tell through his texts that he was worried, but was comforted by the fact he had been able to talk to her. We were also glad that my dad decided to walk ONE block up, rather than fight his way toward the finish line on the route. Who knows what would have actually happened, but we can assume that it could have been a more grim outcome.

We are so grateful for the many blessings our Heavenly Father protected my parents with. I am also beyond grateful for the love and support of all my friends who expressed concern for my cute mom and dad. I realized just how great social media can be and was comforted by all your kind words! Thank you thank you thank you!

The typical catch up post

Well it's no secret that I have been M.I.A from the blogger world..and to be honest I don't really have an excuse other than I just haven't wanted to write. Sort of sad considering we have done so many fun things and SO much has happened.

So, here is a quick list of things to get you caught up on our lives :)

>Ammon started his MBA program.. I will admit that it is harder than I expected! (most selfish comment ever).  I so appreciate his hard work and time spent doing homework but it is a big adjustment spending time alone for hours on end. I really need to find some hobbies! It's a good thing Ammon is so dedicated and diligent... He never complains about working all day and then having to do homework for hours after work.

>A few weeks ago our good friends Jess, Evan, and Kilie came down and we drove to Vegas for the Carrie Underwood concert. To say Carrie has amazinggg talent doesn't do her justice. She is the most real talent I have ever witnessed.


>Our friend's the Vincent's had their sweet baby boy Nixon a few weeks ago. He is seriously an angel and we loved being able to spend time with them last weekend. Look at the pictures from the birth story here. If they don't give you the chills I don't know what will! Call me baby hungry.. it might be true.

>We are finally getting around to hanging things up on the walls. Just in time for me to want to paint! :)


>Easter meant a new Easter dress (or two) for me! I have this weird problem with LOVING to shop.


>I officially signed up for my first half marathon in July. To say I am excited is an overstatement.

>Mom and Dad safely escaped Boston after experiencing the Boston Marathon bombings. We felt so blessed and protected as a family that I will have to share those stories with you one day. Mom PR'd with a 3:50!


>Ammon's little brother Josh got home from his mission last week. He served in Thailand and we are so excited to hear his homecoming talk next week.


>Ammon and I still LOVE watching baseball.. it will forever be part of our lives!


Every time I start blogging again, I realize just how much I missed it. I am really going to work on updating this thing more often.

This is when you know

....that you need a new table.

1. Your computer is just as big as the computer.

2. Your clock is bigger than the table.

And 3. Just notice the awesome mousepad.

I love my life! [seriously]

Post first date--Things get messy


Stupid blogger somehow deleted my post sooo.. i had to re-write this. SO LAME. Blame blogger. If you have been keeping up on the recent series of 'how we met'.. this is the next post!

Time went on and so did I.. unfortunately. I slowly pulled myself away from ammon and off I went. He sent me a Merry Christmas text, and to be honest, i am pretty sure i didn't even respond. I am so AWESOME!

January rolled around and another semester began. I started thinking about Ammon a lot and really wanted to start hanging out with him again. I knew his birthday was coming up in February and decided it was the prefect way to get things going again. I called him up the day before his birthday (which was kinda weird because we hadn't really been talking) and made up some crazy story about how my roommates were having an argument whether chocolate or vanilla was better, he settled it with one vote for 'vanilla', and off I went to the grocery store to buy a vanilla cake mix.

I made him his cake, and kept telling him to come over to my house for a surprise. He wasn't texting me back for forever, and i figured he was just ignoring my annoying self and decided to forget about it. SOOO.. what did my roommates and I do? Oh we dug in and started eating his cake. BUT WAIT!.. Am decided to show up way later that night.. to a half-eaten Happy Birthday cake. We were so AWESOME! Obviously I made somewhat of a good impression because we kept talking in the days and weeks following. I also came to find out that the reason he was so late was because he had been on a date with his ex girlfriend. Yay. 
our very first picture together.
The weeks after were a little weird.. i really started to like Ammon, but was still writing my missionary every week. Andddd Ammon, was really starting to like me, but his ex girlfriend wanted to get back together with him. So we were both kind of in sticky situations and just kept waiting to see what would happen. Ammon headed off to Hawaii for a ten day baseball trip (so lucky), and while he was gone i was soo sad! I missed him like crazy! Luckily, we talked everyyy chance we got.. he would walk to the  coffee shop with free wifi so we could skype, and i would stay up til 2:30 every night to hear about his games. I was so excited for him to get home, and when he did.. he did not disappoint. :)
The day ammon got home from HI.
Am got home, and quickly we got re-aquianted with each other. We talked for hours on end that day and Ammon said some pretty amazing things to me. I could have sworn 'i love you' was going to pop out of his mouth, but it never did. Instead he told me that he had thought about it a lot and was feeling good putting things with his ex behind him, and he wanted to move forward with me. He told me he knew that i wasn't ready for that, but that it was ok and he would wait as long as it took for me to figure everything out. I was happy to hear him say such nice and thoughtful things, but i was also seriously freaked out about what to do. Again.. I just decided that time would tell. Am and I hung out practically every day until the end of the semester.
I do have a swimsuit on guys.. we were THAT crazy.
We ended up moving home for the summer--he was in Pleasant Grove and I was in Sandy. The drive took exactly 33 minutes.. something neither of us were use to. He tried really hard to keep things the way they were.. and once again I could feel myself distancing myself from him. We talked and i told him i just wanted to be friends. I headed off to Africa in June, and we emailed a few times while i was gone. I will be the first to admit that while i was there I 100% thought that my missionary and I were going to end up together. He was serving only a few countries away from where I was and I loved the experiences and cultures that we both grew to love so much. When I got home Ammon ended up coming to my house just to hear about my trip. We talked for hours that night.. and surprisingly nothing physical happened between the two of us. (this was rare.. am and I have always been friendly with each other.. cuddling, sitting extra close, holding hands, etc.. was not abnormal even if we were 'just friends'.) When he left I felt relieved in a way because we were.. 'just friends'.. and for once i wasn't that worried about things. BUT, as the weeks wore one... my 'more than friends' feelings crept their way in again, and i constantly found myself wishing that something more would happen. It was the weirdest feeling ever--writing someone every Sunday night and feeling so excited to hear from him, and then spending every night with someone else that made me soo happy. I was a confused mess. I decided i was going to transfer to the University of Utah, and that i would not be moving back to St George. Ammon knew this, and we were both trying to fight the inevitable. Time was coming to a close.. and the dreaded night to say good bye was here.

Happy Birthday ya old man!

For some reason I love this picture so it had to be included.
Today is this handsome man's 25th birthday. Doesn't 25 just sound soo old? ......

Instead of boring you with 25 reason why I loveeee Ammon so much, let's just go with some random facts about my cute husband of mine:

1. He is constantly working on figuring out random ways to make easy money. He has earned $70 bucks from playing/using certain apps on his ipod. (And no, he does NOT play them 24/7--he's not an ipod nerd).

2. He is quite the little book worm. He loves to read and attends the library every other week  for new books.

3. He has the best memory ever. He can remember every detail of our first date, the score to his little league baseball championship (and his stats), and somehow he remembers what day all of our different bills are due. It's a talent I tell you.

4. He is a really 'clean' boy. The majority of the messes around our house are MY fault. 

5. He loves food more than anything (besides his wife). A good meal literally makes his day--which is why he chose to eat at Outback Steakhouse tonight.. and he ordered a filet and lobster combo. No worries, he ate the whole thing! This man LOVES his food!

Sorry you are probably getting sick of hearing about why I am so crazy about him, but there is no guarantee these posts will stop anytime soon.. especially since next week is Valentines day! .....Happy Birthday Babe! I hope it was the best one yet, seriously can't wait to spend 100 more with you!

For the love of the game


Sooo yesterday I got to watch cute Am play baseball again! Wahoo! Even though it was just the Alumni game at Dixie State, i can't even tell you how giddy I was driving to the game. I LOVE watching my boy play some ball. I always joke that I first fell in love with Ammon whenever I saw him play baseball, and yesterday i realized that might just be true. There is just something about watching him do something that he loves SO much, something he is soo good at, and something that he worked so hard at being successful, that just sends me over the edge. Seriously. i can hardly wait for the day that i get to see him coaching t-ball to our little ones. 

PLUS, i can't even explain how extremely giddy it makes me when somehow we make eye-contact as he walks out to shortstop. Its like the world stops and for just one moment..we have our little connection where I know he is looking up at me, and he knows that i am checking him out from the up in the bleachers. Sometimes I swear i see him smile at me, but then he tries to hide it under the shadow from the brim of his hat. And lets not mention how great it is when he sends me 'our sign' when he gets on base. ....yeah i am soo glad he is mine for eternity. 

 Andddd I am even more glad that i finally realized I loved him even when he wasn't playing baseball. 
two years ago.
he's a cutie.
senior season