3.22.2013

roller coasters


Last Saturday Dave took a busy day off from work and we scuttled down the street to Six Flags Magic Mountain to celebrate his birthday.  And when I say down the street I do mean that quite literally.  This park isn't 5 minutes away from our apartment.

The morning started out well and we ran to Viper, waited in line for an hour, and were next in line to get on when...it broke down!  The thought they might be able to fix it, but a half an hour later it was no good.  And we were next!  These were our reactions:


Oh well.  After lunch at Johnny Rockets we found our way to Batman (+ another hour in line).  And then, whilst trying to decide what our next ride would be, Dave found out something about me that he didn't know after almost 2 years of marriage.

I'm not really a roller coaster gal.

At all.

Ok, I can do some coasters, but, ahem, Superman and Goliath at Six Flags are not among them.  I offered to wait in line with the birthday boy and wait while he rode the ride, but he's too sweet for that.

We decided our last ride would be Tatsu, which  David neglected to tell me, is a ride where you are pulled to lie vertically looking down at the ground during the whole coaster.  Turns out I'm ok with that, but Dave's not quite good with looking down.  This is what we looked like after a few loops and freaking out about dropping our phones:


All in all it was a fun day, even though we spent 5+ hours at the park and rode...3 rides (but waited in line for 4!).  Oh well.  We both decided we'd probably rather go to Disneyland next time anyway ;)

3.15.2013

that boy's burfday



Yesterday was David's birthday!  Or pi day, depending on how nerdy you're feeling.  I surprised him with streamers on the doorway, pancakes for breakfast, and lots of texts through out the day.  Too bad we both are workin' all day long - I just wanted to celebrate!

7:00 finally came 'round and we headed over to Stonefire for dinner.  As you can see we had...a few leftovers...

The real party is going to start tomorrow morning when we show up to Six Flags Magic Mountain at 10AM sharp (as per request of the birthday boy).  I'm not sure how well I'm going to stomach these roller-coasters now days...it's been, ya know, since middle school.  We'll see how it goes...

Updates (and lots of pictures) to come!

3.10.2013

#fail


Yesterday we were sort of running on time.  State Conference was at 7:00, it takes 5 minutes to get to the church,  and we were out the door by 6:50.

Cutting it close.

The door latch wasn't turning so I asked Dave to lock it.  As the door is swinging closed behind us I turn to him and say, "You've got the keys."  And he looks up and says, "No, you?" "Um, no."

"Click"
Crud.

Locked out.  If we were still in our basement Provo apartment we could have easily climbed in through our back window.  Now we're on the third floor with no such luck.  But don't fret: a phone call, 20 minutes, a locksmith, and 85 dollars later we got that door open and made it to the church for the last half of the meeting.

I think we win for the most dedication to get to Stake Conference.

3.02.2013

my best friend's wedding

Two Fridays ago Dave and I got off work as early as humanly possible (what with busy season and a crazy night at my office), grabbed some McDonald's for the road, and hopped on the 210 East towards Phoenix, Arizona for a very important event:

My best friend was getting married!!!!

We (meaning Dave) drove through the night and didn't roll into Ma & Pa Fuller's house til 2:30 in the AM.  Our other friends had already arrived earlier that day, and I asked them to please not wait up for us.  We let ourselves in with the key under the mat (aka: breaking and entering) and were greeted with these:


We were sleep deprived.  
We died laughing.

After 5ish hours of rest we were up and excited to see everyone.  Fresh grapefruit right off the tree in the backyard for breakfast, a quick shower, and some make up later we were in the car on the way to the Mesa, Arizona temple.


Neither Dave or I had ever been to the Mesa temple before, and it was lovely.  The whole place was surrounded with orange trees full of fruit, and it was a lovely desert day (as in we weren't sweating too badly).

And about an hour later...they did it!  These two cute kids got themselves hitched and I don't think the smiles could have gotten any bigger.


C+C for life.  I'm so happy for this cute girl.  We were random roommates our first summer semester at BYU all those years ago and we've pretty much been inseparable since.  And now she's a married woman!  Good thing I like that Jonny.  We wouldn't give up our Caitlin to just anyone...

After celebrating the boys, understandably, didn't feel like sticking around to take pictures, pictures, and more pictures.  So while we stuck around and got shutter-happy with Papa Fuller the amazing photographer and his protege, Jarelle:


They went off and hiked a mountain:

That night the real party started down in Casa Grande.  There was cake, tacos, DE-licous Eegee's smoothies, dancing, pictures, and lots of love.  


Yes the lighting is bad.  No I didn't bring my big camera.  This was one event I decided to just enjoy.  iPhones were invented for a reason.

And that was that!  We drove in late Friday night, partied all Saturday, and took off Sunday afternoon after church with these awesome gals:

It was great weekend and it went by way too fast.  Too bad we couldn't steal these great girls (and the bride & groom for that matter) and bring them back to Santa Clarita with us.  Maybe next time...

3.01.2013

sigh



Today, while checking a patient out, she looked at me oddly and asked how old I was.

I told her 22.

She looked surprised.

I asked her how old she thought I looked.

She said maybe 16 or 17.  And she noticed I was married.

She was completely abashed.

She asked if I had any children.

I told her no.

She said good.  That would have been too much to handle.

Alright, I promise I'm a college graduate with a bachelor's degree.  I'm married.  I've lived abroad, and I'm old enough to sit at the bar. 
I blame the scrubs...