Sew Embarrassed

So yesterday Stephen comes home early from work with a bandage around the top of his thigh (like the kind you would wear for a sprained ankle). I just stared at him for a moment confused and then asked what happened. He unraveled the bandage to reveal his ripped pants. He tore his pants a good 8 inches or so from the crotch down his thigh, AHAHAHA!! I just laughed at him; how in the world do you rip your pants at work?! Not only that but they were the pants that I disliked the most of his, but they were his favorite most comfortable pair.

It turns out that he was doing defensive training that day learning how to make arrests, how to take someone down, ground fighting, and various defensive moves if someone were to go for his gun or how to get out of a head lock, etc... So somehow he was trying to defend himself on the ground while someone was on top of him his pants ripped in front of everyone. He was only slightly embarrassed, but took it like a man and continued his training until he finished. This is the second garment he has ripped at work in the past two weeks. Last week he ripped his pocket a good inch on the outside of his suit when he was in court. He got it caught on the banister of the stairs as he was going into the courtroom, haha it's a good thing he knows how to use a needle and thread.

A Little Less Feeling

One thing that I don't ever look forward to is going grocery shopping except when Stephen comes with me, which he usually does. The worst part about it is unloading the car and putting everything away. Now we go through A LOT of milk so I always buy a few gallons when I'm at the store, which ends up being at least once a week.

Now the last time I brought in the milk I heaved both gallons in one hand with the sacks in my other. By the time I got inside and set the milk down the plastic from the milk jugs had dug into my knuckles and I was bleeding.

So the other day I took a trip to the store to grab a few things on my way home from baby sitting. As usual, I bought two gallons of milk and two sacks full of food. This time I decided I would put both gallons of milk in a plastic sack and see if that made it easier to carry inside. So I had the milk and another sack in one hand and the other sack in my other hand. Well, the weight from the milk was so heavy that it was cutting off the circulation to half of my hand. By the time I got inside and set it on the counter my hand was tingling and numb.

It took a good half hour for the feeling to come back to my hand. The next day, though, I discovered that my little pinky finger hadn't fully recovered and was still numb! Three days later there's still no feeling and I fear I have permanently lost half the feeling in my little finger. I am now passing on the job of bringing in the milk to Stephen.

Carnivor's Paradise

Yesterday was my birthday so Stephen and I decided to go to dinner at the Rodizio Grill because we have been wanting to eat there for quite some time. It is a very expensive dinner, but so worth it! Rodizio Grill is a high-end Brazilian steakhouse where they have every cut of meat imaginable from chicken, turkey, pork, and beef but the best part is the grilled pineapple--you can't find pineapple like that anywhere else. The cuts of meat are very high quality melt in your mouth goodness.They have a full soup, salad, and pasta bar plus all the meat you can eat. The servers will go around to your table with huge hunks of meat on a spit and offer you a slice of meat. I couldn't understand what any of them were saying as they told us what kind of meat they had, I just piled all the meat I could fit on my plate. We were there for an hour and a half stuffing our faces full of meat and pineapple until we felt like we would explode. They also have amazing cheese breads and deep fried bananas rolled in sugar and cinnamon YUM!!

Then at the end of our stay some of the servers came to our table and sang Happy Birthday in Portuguese and presented me with a nice thick slice of birthday flan. I don't know if I've ever had flan before, but this flan was amazing! We had such a great time.

 This is the grilled pineapple. SO GOOD!!

 Not sure what he's looking at, but he's enjoying himself.

 This is the first chicken heart I've ever eaten. Not bad.

Stephen is using his tiny tongs to grab his slice of beef as the server cuts it from the spit.

 These are our "I'm so stuffed" looks.

My birthday flan!

I just pulled my birthday cake out of the oven right before we left for dinner so I had to finish frosting it and putting in candles when we got back. It was quite a task since neither of us could move. We couldn't even think of eating any cake or ice cream lol. What a great birthday!!

 Opening my gifts. Thanks Sweetie!!

Spring Snow

WOW!!! we got a lot of snow last night! Normally when it snows this late in the winter it's only a mere two or three inches over night, but I woke up to 12 inches this morning. I babysit for my sister-in-law every week and as I drove the 10 minutes to her house this morning I felt like I was in a giant snow globe that had just been shook up. The streets and landscape of the mountains were just beautiful. I took these photos while I was driving I just couldn't resist. The snow on trees are one of my favorite things about winter.

This last one made me laugh because the weight from the snow on this telephone wire weighed it down so much I thought it was going to skim the top of my car as I drove underneath.

I took Jared, my four year old nephew, outside this morning to play in the snow for a few hours. We had a snow ball fight, made snow angels and a snowman. He was all smiles as he ran around the yard trying to hit me with the snow he scooped up in his cup, but then quickly realized he had a "snow cone" to eat so he'd stop and start eating the snow instead of throw it at me. I actually think I had more fun than he did; its been years since I've had a yard to play in the snow!

What a cutie!!

Ugh, One of My Worst Days Ever

 I have been in pain for the past two years and have been to five different dentists to tell me what was going on with my tooth. A few weeks ago I found out that a root canal I had done 7 years ago hadn't been done correctly and that I had multiple fractures, a cavity, bone loss, and a broken root which were all getting infected with bacteria making my jaw and gums achy and sore. I hated eating because I could only eat on the left side of my mouth, but any sort of pressure on my jaw shot pain into that tooth no matter what.

Yesterday I went to the dentist early in the morning to get one of my molars extracted to put in an implant later on. I was so nervous that I would feel them pulling my tooth that I was sweating and shaking violently gripping the sides of my chair as he proceeded to pull my tooth. Usually they only stick you twice with the numbing needle, but I didn't think they gave me enough because I thought I still had feeling around that tooth so he stuck me four times with the needle just to be sure; so much so that the entire right side of my face was completely numb--I couldn't even blink my right eye.

It lasted for only an hour until all the broken parts of my tooth were taken out and the metal screw was installed in my jaw. I was still shaking pretty bad as I left the office to go home and sleep. Even though I was numb I could feel the pain of the extraction site already, so the dentist insisted that I should get my prescription pain killers right away. I couldn't go to the store with a half numb face to try to talk to someone, so I decided to wait until Stephen got home from work to get my pills because It took all day for the numbness to wear off. I didn't eat anything when I got home even though I was starving. I read my book and took a nap until Stephen walked in the door later that evening. This extraction was 10 times worse than when I got my wisdom teeth taken out. I didn't even need to take pain killers then.

That evening I took a pill for the pain because I couldn't stand it any more and downed a carnation shake so that my stomach wouldn't hurt. About an hour later my stomach started to ache a little so I thought I ought to try to eat something else. Stephen made me mashed potatoes but as soon as I started eating them my stomach felt worse. I ended up throwing up for the rest of the night. Try throwing up with an excruciating aching jaw!!! I camped out on the bathroom floor for a while; this was the first time I've thrown up for over two years--since before I got married. It still hurts to smile or open my mouth, but hopefully the worst is behind me and I can enjoy this Saturday with my husband.

Girl's Weekend in a Nutshell

All I have to say is that one day of shopping is NOT enough! We had so much to do in so little time, but we certainly enjoyed every minute we got to spend together. All the girls camped out in the living room on air mattresses while I was snug in my bed :) (that's one of the perks of being the hostess).

Becky dyed KoLei's hair dark which turned out to be so cute! Then we settled down to watch a chick flick.

 The next snowy morning we made our way around the Salt Lake Valley in search of bargains and great deals on which to spend our money. We were out ALL day.... for 12 hours. We all bought stuff for ourselves, children, and husbands. By the end of the night we were all starved, tired, and achy but it was all worth it.

 KoLei showing off her spoils to us while we waited for Mom who was trying on dresses.

Last week I was taking a gander at Becky's blog and read her story about her first gray hair. I was laughing, mind you, that she had already found a gray hair at the young age of 25. As it turns out while we were in Ross waiting for everyone else to finish up their purchases, Becky and I were engaged in a conversation. I was doing the talking when Becky leaped from her chair and exclaimed, "What is that?!" pointing to the top of my head. She quickly stepped forward and plucked a GRAY HAIR from the top of MY head!! I was shocked and speechless. I took the hair from her to examine it because it looked like a piece of plastic from the tag off a shirt attached to one of my hairs. I couldn't believe it, but there it lied my first gray hair at age 22. I took a picture of it for proof to later show Stephen, but it will not be shown on this blog because I gagged at the site of it.

Sunday came all too quickly and we have nine o'clock church. I didn't think anyone would be able to get up so early to get ready but here we are all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed ready to go.

Poor Becky was so embarrassed by her short curly hair, but I thought it looked really cute. She should do it like this more often.