Whisked Away

Well, I know today's post should be Vegas 3, but that will have to wait for a little later because I've got something else to talk about.

Last night after work I went straight to the gym with my friend Stephanie. We had an awesome workout and then she brought me back home. Geoff was standing out front doing something with the mercedes and I thought that was a little weird. I got out of the car and he told me to stop and close my eyes. I complied.

He then told me to get in the car. I made him promise we weren't going anywhere too public since I was still in my gym clothes and he told me I was fine (although he did bring along my deordorant and perfume). He then had me plot an address on his iPhone and give him directions to that address.

It lead us to a super neat park in Draper where they have built basketball and a tennis court above a water collection tank. Out of the trunk he pulled a blanket and a fantastic picnic dinner. We sat in the sun and ate and laughed. Then he pulled me close and told me that with our anniversary coming up and two wonderful years coming to an end, he wanted to commit me to three more years with him. At this point he pulled out a ring box and opened it up to reveal my wedding ring (which he had taken away a few days earlier under the guise that I was being punished for leaving it at home and not wearing it) which he had taken to the jeweler and had it re-dipped in rhodium plating. It is so sparkly. Just like the day he first gave it to me. (I told him I'd give him all of my years as he slipped it on).

Then we played a little tennis until I couldn't move anymore (I had just come from the gym!).

Then he had me plot the next coordinates on the iPhone. However, the address he had written down wasn't yielding any results as I search for it. I kept trying to put in the address when all the sudden we pulled into the Ikea parking lot. Geoff had made up the address to keep me busy from realizing where he was taking me! It worked!

We shopped around Ikea for a little while and then went over to the RC Willey outlet as well. We didn't find quite what we were looking for, but love to furniture shop together, so we had a great time.

Finally, when I thought we were going home, Geoff skipped the turn-off to our house and drove into Provo canyon. He drove us about 15 minutes into the canyon to a little parking lot off the road that we used to go to when we were dating (what, with roomates privacy is a precious commodity). He then pulled out his computer and a redbox movie he had rented - and two big bowls of popcorn with spray butter (our nightly snack). We got cozy in the back seat of the merc and watch Push while eating our popcorn and enjoying eachother's company.

He then took me home. It was such a spontaneous, romantic, wonderful evening. I love him so much and know that he is the perfect man for me.

Love you, Geoff.

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Vegas #2

Friday in Vegas started off as lovely as Thursday had ended. Geoff and I awoke in our King Size bed in the Imperial Palace (thanks for the correction, mom) and got ready for the day. We checked out and drove over to the Venetian. We took our bags up to the parents suite and we all went to breakfast together.

Mom and Dad went down to the gym for awhile while Geoff and I relaxed a bit in the room. Around 11, we all went down to the pool. We swam and sunned (no one got burned!) for a couple hours. Then mom and dad went back to the Venetian's health club for something called "Aquavana" (which is now on my list of things I must do) while Geoff and I got ready for the day. We all went to Madame Toussads Wax Museum. It's really cool because at this museum they let you pose with, take pictures with, and pretty much do whatever you want with the figures. We had a blast taking photos and laughing.

Maybe the best part, though, was the gift shop where they had the most hilarious packs of gum/mints and chapstick with names like: "Accept the Fact that You're Aging" lip balm, "Be Naturally Monogomous" lip balm, and "Therapy in a Bottle." Mom and I, however, both purchased the "Supermodel Meal in a Box." The box has 8 pieces of cinnamon gum and announces that there are 8 complete meals! HILARIOUS.

After all that fun, we went back up to the suite to get ready for dinner at Wofgang Puck's restaraunt Postrio in the Venetian. It was delicious and nice to get dressed up and go out.

Mom and dad went over to see their show after that, so Geoff and I went back up to take advantage of the 1400 square foot suite!

And that's day two!

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Vegas #1

So much hilarity and mayhem went on during our weekend in Vegas that I don't want to try to squeeze it all into one post. This post will cover Thursday.

Thursday consisted mostly of driving. We left Orem at about noon. We had a lovely 5 hour drive and arrived in Vegas at about 4 (we lost an hour, which was sweet). We called my parents to see where we should go and they informed us that they had bought us one night at our own hotel (the Emperor's Palace). So, we head over and checked in.
Once we were all settled, we walked over to the Venetian to meet them in their suite. And sweet it was. 1400 square feet of luxury! We were all starving, so we head out to the buffet at Harrah's Casino. We had sushi and swordfish and crab legs and gelato and all kinds of amazing stuff. We then wandered our section of the strip a bit. The Venetian (and it's neighbor the Pallazo) have the most amazing shops I've ever seen. I'm pretty sure my knees went weak as we passed stores like Jimmy Choo, Barney's New York, and Manolo Blahnik. But, I did have my 'Prada' bag to at least make me feel as if I had the right to stand there. lol.

Above the shops, they have painted the ceiling like the sky. It's always dusk and the clouds are painted in such a way that they look like they are moving across the sky as you walk. It was incredible. We walked over to the mall, which was closing, so we then head over to the Wynn where mom and dad bought tickets to see La Reve the next night.

We then walked back to our respective hotels and made plans to meet the next morning for breakfast.

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To the Infirmiry.

Well, yesterday afternoon I was at the mall with Steffanie and Stephanie (Steff and I had just gotten the CUTEST 4th of July pedicures - see photo) when my phone rang and it was Geoff at work. He told me he was in a ton of pain and wanted me to come take him to the insta-care (or doc-in-the-box as my mom would call it). Since I've never seen Geoff go to the doctor since I've known him, I knew he was in some serious pain.

I went and picked him up from work and took him to a nearby instacare. They talked to him and determined that he was having a "textbook" (as the doctor put it) migraine. She prescribed Imitrex for the future and then explained that the best way to get over a migraine if you are already in the middle of it is "deep sleep." To help facilitate this "deep sleep" they gave Geoff three injections.


As of the time I left for work this morning Geoff was still pretty much incoherent. I'll be surprised if he even remembers our conversations (which mostly comprise of Geoff falling asleep mid-sentence and then waking up to finish the sentence a moment later or Geoff mumbling something that is barely recognizable as the english language). I'm hopeful that he'll be feeling better once the medication wears off. But, if not, I'm glad we went to the doc and made sure it was nothing more serious and that he'll have some medication to help if this happens in the future!

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Kelly Ripa Wannabe

At the end of April, as you may recall, my mom came out and took me to Saint George for a much needed girls' weekend. Well, on that weekend I made a comment to her that she took some offense to intitially, but then came to accept. I told her she was a lot like Kelly Ripa in the way that she could just go on and on (and sometimes, on) about any old topic.

So, a couple weeks ago as I was writing my pirate post and how a simple comment about piracy (the floating, looting kind, not the movie/music-stealing kind) got me going on and on about the genetics of my pirate obsession and about 100 other things my co-worker didn't ask for, I realized that I, too, have this Kelly-esque quality.

Thus, the great idea was born. If Kelly makes a great talk-show host, then if my mother and I were to team up, we'd be the best duo since, well, Regis and Kelly.

Where do we sign?

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Risky, Risky...

So, as of late I have been pondering the idea of getting a balance ball to sit on for at least a few hours of my work day so that I can strengthen my core (i.e. abs) while I'm attending to e-mails and what-not. I sit 8 hours a day, why not spend 2-3 of those working on my six-pack? Seems like a simple decision, but the following concerns have risen in my mind:

1) My image around the building. (Read: Someone needs to come to my office and asks who I am to another employee, that employee responds, "oh, you know her, she's the girl with the balance ball).

2) Potential danger (Read: What if my balance sucks and I fall over and hit my head on the filing cabinet and go into a coma - will that qualify as a work-related accident? Or will that be out-of-pocket?)

3) Religious concerns (Read: I work for a religious institution, what will people think if they walk by my office and it appears I have channeled voodoo energy to float off the ground by my desk, thus rendering my need for a chair obsolete?)

4) Color Dillemma (Read: No, by this I actually mean choosing a color for my ball. That's a big choice).

5) Fear of Failure: (Read: I sit on my balance ball for 3 hours a day for a month - my abs are the same.)

What to do...

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Heart Strings...

So as Amanda already mentioned the window in the Passat decided it wanted to spontaneously blow up and it did just about that... okay, maybe not blow up, but more specifically the track decided it wanted to disconnect (to put it lightly) from the clamps that held up the glass part of the window. If this is boring anyone I'm sorry, I spent several hours disassembling it, so I know rather intimately what went wrong. Anyway, I am taking (as one of my 'for fun' classes) an automotive class about the electrical parts of a car, which might I add is what makes your car do everything! So I have access to the shop and tools and the things I need to take a deeper look into my broken window. After a couple of days driving around with plastic taped to the side of the car, I finally took it into the shop and started tearing the door apart. I was surprised at how much stuff they put in that door... or maybe just the complexity of taking it all apart, I don't know, either way it was an experience for me. I get the door all apart and see what the problem is, unfortunately I cannot get off this one really large panel, so I invite my instructor to come take a look at it. He tells me that the whole panel is part of the mechanism that has broken so I have to replace the entire thing... ugh, shoot me now. Also as Amanda mentioned, we needed a way to keep the window in the up position (because of this crazy rainy June in Utah). So I took two tennis balls and cut them with a razor blade down the middle and squished them inward to form ovals (verses there common circular nature) and stuffed them into these two small holes in the door panel which now is what the glass in the window is resting upon, tennis balls. At least tennis is a high class sport...

Well, yesterday morning I left my wallet in the Passat and so I had to drive out to Amanda's work to get it. After I picked it up, I remembered that there was a junk yard right next to Amanda's workplace. I stopped in and asked if they had any cars like my Passat (there are a couple of years that would work) and the attendant said that I could go "look." I went through the building to the backyard and started looking. Unfortunately I couldn't find an equivalent vehicle but I did stumble upon something that yanked on my heart strings...

For all you that may not recognize... This is the car that Amanda was driving when I got back from my mission and started dating, we had it while we were first married and it reminds me of great times that I spent with my wife. We really liked the Probe and it was kind of special, then it blew up.... no pun intended, it really did explode while on the freeway, it was scary. When I first saw it from across the junkyard I thought 'no way' but as I got close to it I could see that beloved A's sticker and knew right away that it was ours (plus the license plate was a dead giveaway).

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