Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Our First Home

We freakin BOUGHT A HOUSE.

As soon as we signed the papers, Michael said, "We're finally real people." I never realized how poor real people were... just kidding. Well, not really haha.

So we have been house hunting for the past couple weeks and it has been horrible. I would literally send our Realtor a list of houses I liked at night, and half my list would be gone (sold) by the morning. We were starting to think that we would never find anything, until we found a really REALLY nice house. The problem: wayyy too expensive. So we dropped that and kept looking. It got to the point where I was telling Michael that I didn't care anymore. I told him to just chose something before I exploded. 

Luckily I didn't have to explode. On Saturday we went house hunting and the last house we saw we fell in love with. I mean the price was perfect, the size was good, and it was updated. I don't mind doing a little work, but if everything is done to your standard then better for me. Our backyard is pretty large and the floors (most of them) are pretty dog proof. 

Anywho, so on Saturday we made an offer within an hour of being in that house. We called the Realtor associated with the house and she said that 4 or 5 other couples were interested. By Sunday, our offer was still the strongest, but then we got a call from our Realtor saying that some guy was offering CASH MONEY for the house. Who the hell has that much money!? I was ready to punch someone. Well, usually cash offers win, so we just kind of bowed our heads and started looking at other houses. On Monday we didn't hear anything and then this morning my husband texted me that we got it! I stood up and shrieked at work, jumping up and down at my desk. It was a pretty fun sight... and my co-workers were all giving me strange looks. 

We signed our contract right after I got done with work and now we are waiting to close :). I can't wait to move in!! We hope to be in by the end of July :). Here are some pictures for your enjoyment (I'm obviously not posting our address... I'm pretty sure too many people at work already know where I live...):

Our HUGE backyard for our pup-pups. We're going to plant some trees to give them some shade.

The fireplace in the backyard. 

The master bath. The left door is the toilet and the right is the walk-in closet.

Master bedroom. I can't remember what type of ceiling that is...

Breakfast nook, kitchen, and living room. 

Formal dining room.

The front of the house.

My AWESOME kitchen! Well... our kitchen I guess, since I don't cook.

The living room.

Kitchen, bar, and living room.

We are SOO happy with our new house and we can't wait to move in!! And obviously none of the furniture is ours... 

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

3 Year Anniversary

Michael and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary today :). It doesn't feel like it's been that long, but it also feels like I've known Michael forever. I'm so glad I married him. These past 3 years (I guess almost 4 if you count our dating...) have been getting better and better. Michael is my best friend and the only person on the planet who truly knows me. I have nothing to hide around him and I'm never ashamed of being my true self. He's hilarious and is always keeping things interesting. He also has a belief in me that I've never seen in anyone else. Remember my rant about him being my trainer? Well, I'm actually touched that he believed in me enough to know that I would get through some of the horrible work outs he put me through. He believes in me and I believe in him.

And he loves dogs. Which is convenient because we have 3 of them.

We celebrated by going to a fancy Italian place in the square. I got an expensive $26 fish meal that wasn't impressive. It was the most expensive meal I've ever had, and I regret it. I wanted to go to a sea food place that was on the other side of the square, but we had heard good things about the Italian restaurant so we figured it would be worth a try. I don't think I'll go there anytime soon again. Anywho, it was romantic and I love spending time with my hubhub.

Some overdue pictures:

One of our last hikes in Utah. I miss walking with them off the leash :(.

Leia playing with Daddy.

This is in our new place in the office. Luke likes to sit by the window and watch the happenings of the backyard. Silly boy.

These are our Hunger Game VIP tickets... I probably should have posted this a long time ago. W/e. I still have these tickets haha. 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Personal Trainer

If you do not value your life, or are suicidal, ask Michael to be your trainer. I unfortunately did.


But seriously.

My boss is in really good shape so I asked her what her secret is, and she said that she's had a trainer for a really long time. I told Michael that I wanted to get one, assuming that the trainers at the gym we go to would probably be cheap. He volunteered to train me instead, so I stupidly accepted. On Saturday we had our first training session, and he had me "warm up" running half a mile at a 7-minute pace. If you think that's easy, then screw you, because it wasn't for me. I had been running the week before we started, but not that intensely. After the run (yes, I finished it... but barely), I was done for the day.

He barely scratched the surface.

He had me do exercises that hurt after the first rep. I was literally falling asleep by the end of the work out because my body just wanted to shut down and heal. After the torture, he made me do sprints. Freakin jerk. I tried for about 10 seconds and then collapsed. Then he made me run sprints again.

Point of the story is, I'm still sore, even today. My neck muscles hurt on Sunday. I had muscles on my feet that were hurting. My FINGERS were hurting. He killed me. And then he killed me again yesterday. I'm not sure who's more foolish... Michael for thinking that I'll survive another work out session, or me continuing to go. Michael did the work out I did on Saturday, and he barely got through it. I just wanted to add that so that people don't think I'm completely useless.

Hopefully, if I'm not lying dead in the Bentonville Gym, I'll be toned and sexy within a month. Or two. Probably never. I decided today that I enjoy eating burgers more than being really toned. But then my body remembers all the pain Michael made me go through and I never want to eat ever again. Ever.

P.S. I just read the Divergent series, and IT WAS AWESOME. Such an exciting book!!!!!!!! I recommend it.


OK, I said I would update everyone about our move and everything... but I forgot and the weeks have flown by.

Anywho, so I started work the Monday after we moved (I ended my HCO job at BYU on the Friday before we left), which means that I had no break from work (which is a good and bad thing). I got a position working as a merchandising assistant for Sam's Club Home Office. The job is something else, let me tell you. My first couple days were spent at a painful orientation, and then I was able to get my grand tour of the Sam's building which is freakin awesome. My co-workers around me are great and I'm really enjoying my team. I'm slowly learning all the responsibilities I need to do, but it's a bit overwhelming. I guess the thing that is most stressful is not knowing anything or not knowing what to do when something comes up. I'm being patient, and I have definitely improved in the past month, but it's still a thorn on my side. I want to know everything, and I want to know everything now :).

My category that I support (Paper) is right next to the Pet category so I get to talk dogs with people that actually want to listen! I know I can get a little carried away with talking about my furry children, but now I feel like I have a run for my money (or whatever the saying is). My co-worker (as I have already mentioned) has 4 large, beautiful dogs, so we trade secrets and give each other pointers and advice :).

So we are renting a house in Bella Vista, which is the hilly side of Benton County. The roads look exactly like the roads I got into my big accident with my jeep do. It scares me to death driving on these roads... but I'm getting use to that too. The backyard we have is great and big, with lots of trees so the dogos have shade and ticks. I love ticks. Especially dead ones.


These pictures aren't actually our car... I wanted to take pictures, but it's dark out right now and I know that if I wait to post this, I'll forget and it'll never get posted. But it's the same color as the ones above. The car is pretty awesome and it's a 2013! I know... it's only 2012, but I'm not questioning the label :). I get to drive this to work everyday so I call it "my car" lol. Michael likes to correct me and say "our OTHER car". Toe-may-toe, toe-ma-toe. Point is, we love it and it loves us. Now we are one big, two car, happy family. 

Michael finished all his classes so now he is OFFICIALLY a BYU graduate. Congrats to my love!! I'm really proud of him for pushing through the last two classes he had to finish. Poor thing, the classes were draining his life source away. He officially gets to start work on Monday. He's been complaining about how he's had nothing to do for about 2 months. I think about his complaints when I wake up at 6:00 AM and watch him sleep peacefully as I drag myself out of bed. Then I think about punching his peaceful face. Then I backtrack and remember that he's really good looking, so then I punch him in the arm instead. 

Life here is going pretty well so far. We're very happy :).