Really? This day is cursed? But why???

I LOVE Valentine's Day!

Even when I had no one to share the blessed day with, I still loved the idea of other people being able to have a day they share with someone they love. Though there are many people that hate this day and call it names such as "Single's Awareness Day", I felt bad for those people cause I thought of them as selfish. Just cause you don't have someone to share this day with doesn't mean you have to make others feel bad or try to make their day ugly because they are lucky enough to have someone to share it with!

This year, I was one of the lucky ones that had someone to share the day with. The Sunday before I was led to believe there were no plans for the coming Saturday. I acted like a beast all week not because there were no plans, but do to hormones, work and roomie, I was really upset with life. Poor Jason I'm sure was hoping that I would snap out of it, but I didn't really snap out of it until Friday night after he had gone to bed. I had decided that I was going to get up with him and make breakfast in the morning. I wanted to heart attack the Jeep like I had in a previous year, and then when he got home, I was going to have the bedroom decorated in Valentine decor and tons of candles lit, not to mention home made candy that I also was going to prepare. Well, I missed breakfast cause I didn't get up til he was telling me goodbye. Dang it! Strike 1. Then, I started making candy, and I was getting ready to put the top layer of chocolate on the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, he pulls up. He surprises me with getting home MANY hours before I was expecting him. Candy not done. No decor in the bedroom. No candles. No made up pretty wife. I was still in my jammies with hair in a pony tail and no make up! WHAT A FAILURE!!!

Luckily, he told me he still loved me (like he wouldn't after I made home-made Reese's PB Cups). He told me to go get dressed cause we had plans somewhere and he wanted to make sure we made it there. So, I got ready, and he got ready. We decided to go see a movie before dinner cause there was plenty of time. We browsed the internet watching clips of movies trying to find the perfect Valentine's Day movie. We thought about Paul Blart, and though we both really wanted to see it, I didn't really want to see it that night. There were a couple other trailers we watched, but when I suggested Slumdog Millionaire, Jason watched the trailer and he said, "Ya. That can be our movie tonight." I heard that it was an amazing movie, and it was more than amazing. What a perfect Valentine's Day movie! It really opened your eyes to all the crap that people deal with in foreign lands, but through all the turmoil, you can still rely on "destiny" (In my book destiny = Heavenly Father's Plan).

The movie was over and we headed to dinner; Jason refused to tell me where. When we finally got to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, I was stoked! I had heard so many great things about them and was trying to find a good time to try them out without wasting a lot of money. Though the food was ok, the service was terrible!!! We showed up at 645 for our 715 reservation and didn't actually get sat until 915. Luckily we met a nice guy named Brock who was out with a girl he just met and we got to know them real well as they had a 715 also and arrived shortly after us.

We were done with our meal and were headed home for a little "us" time and when I went to get in the car, Jason had set a box of chocolates on my seat (before we went into dinner) and when I opened it, there was a pendant heart necklace with a diamond hanging from the middle tip inside it. I instantly took off the necklace I was wearing and sported that necklace for the rest of the night.

To date this was the best Valentine's Day for me EVER! (It even beat out the year we went to Legends at the Tropicana and then the Body Exhibition!)

Snowboarding...

Last year at this time, Jason and I went to Lee Canyon to learn how to snowboard. We thought it would be a blast to go to Canada on our honeymoon and snowboard on the slopes of the Northern Rockies. I failed miserably. I knew there would be a lot of falling, and I knew there would be a lot of hard work. Had I had snow pants on instead of jeans, I think I could have toughed it out, but when I fell on the binding, my leg really started to hurt. I started complaining, but Jason and the instructor just thought I was being a girl. Not to disappoint them, I tried to make it down the rest of the hill. I finally made it and when Jason and I got back to the top of the hill, I told him that I wanted him to keep learning and going, but I needed to stop. My leg hurt too much. With a sympathetic, pathetic look in his eye, he said, ok.

He did great the rest of the day, of course. He enjoyed himself quite a bit. He tried to let me know that he was proud of me, but "[He] just wished that I would've tried harder."

I kept thinking to myself, maybe I did quit too early. Maybe I'm making a big deal out of my leg when it's actually nothing. Well, when we got home and I was changing into my pj,s, I found a bruise the size of my palm where the binding hit. Ouch! It did hurt, but when I woke up the next morning, this is what I found...

DOUBLE OUCH! I showed Jason and he felt terrible for giving me such a hard time. I told him he should've believed me, but noooo. I hate complaining about things, so lessoned learned, if I complain about huirting, I really do hurt.

Well, here it is, nearly a year later and the Paulson's ask us if we want to go with them on their annual Brianhead trip. I jumped on that opportunity cause any chance to get out of Vegas is one that I will gladly jump on quickly! Jason was also very excited to go cause we hadn't attempted snowboarding yet this year. So, after he got off work on Saturday, we started our journey to Brianhead.

Our stay was so fun! Gretchen, Chad, Jason and even 3 year old Kaya all got on the slopes. My purpose of going up was to hang out with Isabel (Izzy). Izzy and I went over with everyone else, but she was sooo tired. Crying nearly the whole time. So we went back to the hotel and as soon as we got there, she crashed hard! Even when I tried to get her up to go and pick everyone up, she was like a rag doll. We were all going to go tubing so I could be on the slopes, but they closed early on Mondays. (Wonder if that has anything to do with FHE?) Anyway, as we stood around waiting for everyone to meet up, I saw the slopes and though I was still a little nervous from the year before, I yearned to be on them. Next year, I think I am going to attempt skiing again. Haven't skied since middle school, and I got the hang of it real quick then. SO I'm thinking that maybe I will just remain a ski bunny instead of a snowboard bunny.