Happy Anniversary!

Today, August 21st, is the day Trevor and I met and began dating. It's the day we spent that glorious day together and decided we couldn't live without each other. In about an hour it will be one year from the time he announced he was moving to Connecticut to be with me. This has been the best year ever. I love that Trevor kid so very much. I'm so glad I get to look forward to many many more years with him. He's so wonderful.

To celebrate, I lost my job.

A first for everything

Trevor left this morning at about 5:30 am for the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. He's going on a back packing trip with an old friend for four days. This is the first time in the year we've been together that we've been apart. I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself. I'm having separation anxiety. I don't know what to do without him.

The Fray

So for my birthday, Trevor gave me an early present and took me to the Fray concert on July 31st. It was awesome! We were about 7 rows back (enough to see Isaac Slades former days as a plumber) . We arrived early and just wandered around at various environmentalist stands and what not. We sat a lot, just waiting. While sitting, this group of women started talking to a guy who had come from backstage. They seemed to know him rather well. We later figured out he was the Fray's photographer. These ladies were very drunk, and the first opening band hadn't even come on yet. By the time the second opening band was performing, one of the ladies had already vomitted all over herself, and had to leave early. We overheard later that she was one of the band members' wife. Yeah, she was wife to the Fray. It made sense with the photographer and how it didn't really matter that she was too drunk to see the concert. Well the Fray finally came on. The concert was supposed to start at 7:30 and the Fray came on about 9:45. I wasn't too happy about that seeing as how I had to get up at 5 am the next morning for work. Oh well, I don't stay up late that often. We partied and thoroughly enjoyed the concert. The lighting was just amazing and I couldn't help but think of Jorder Luke. Now I understand why he wants to do that when he grows up. It was awesome. There were these lantern lights that hung down. Sometimes they flashed crazy lights and sometimes (bottom picture) they looked like lanterns. Then there was this awesome screen thing that flashed like crazy. And in one song (bottom picture again) it showed a film from their road trip. My favorite song was the Fray's rendition of Shakira's "Hips don't lie." I was cracking up. They sang it in girl voices and made up spanish/jibberish. I was dying. We enjoyed it so much. Trevor went on a quest for water, and came back with the woman who had vomitted all over. She couldn't get in because she didn't have her ticket, so Trevor gave her one of ours. She confirmed that she was, in fact, married to one of the Fray. Then she took us front row and center with her (that's where I got the bottom picture). Trevor told her that he was a massage therapy student and he could give free massage therapy to her or her husband or whoever (implying the Fray). She sounded enthusiastic about that. We got very excited. What if we went backstage and hung out with the Fray? Well, she got too sick again and left early. We never heard from her. But she was extremely nice and very beautiful. I liked her a lot (but then again, drunks can be likable.) And we got kicked out of front row by the security gaurd. While one of the opening bands was still on this thought flashed in my head. It said "Be careful driving home tonight, there's going to be an accident." In the excitement and anticipation of possibly meeting the Fray and all the noise of the concert, I forgot all about it. But when we drove home, I was unusually anxious with Trevor driving. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me, but I was freaking out. So Trevor drove slow to humor me. It was about midnight, and we were driving about 60-65 on the freeway in the commuter lane. A sedan passed us like we were standing still. Trevor flashed his brights on them to tell them to slow down, and they did a little. They were about a car lane ahead and to the right of us. After about two minutes of following them, they drifted into the other lane (I think he dozed), and then over corrected. The car began spinning out of control. It went in front of a Jeep to the right of them, and missed it by inches. The Jeep hit it's breaks, but strangely didn't swirve as I would have. To the right of the Jeep was a Semi, and it smacked right into the spinning sedan. I thought it had hit the drivers side door right on, and I was sure, very sure, the driver was dead. We pulled over, and Trevor immediately called 911. He got out and ran to them. I stayed put. I knew I couldn't handle those images in my head. I honestly couldn't move. So I just prayed. Trevor couldn't get their doors open (the firemen had to use the jaws of life), but he talked to them to keep them conscious. Appearantly the semi had really hit them at an angle on the drivers back door. It had pushed the trunk and back seat into the front basically. Part of the door had cut into the drivers neck. The driver had gone into convulsions and the passenger was in shock. Luckily, authorities arrived very quickly, but everything from the time the car drifted into the other lane was in slow motion. It seemed like an eternity. The car was still in the lanes of traffic, so Trevor was also trying to direct traffic out of the way. I was terrified he'd get hit. It was very dark and very late. I was relieved when the authorities did get there. After filing a police report and all that business, we were finally able to leave. Both the man and woman were on stretchers when they were hauled away, and I prayed they'd be alright. Two thoughts struck as we drove away. Why didn't that Jeep swirve? It should have. That' s just instinct. If it had swirved, we would be in that accident. We should have been. He should have swirved, but I just had the feeling that something kept him in that lane. Also, the semi didn't have a load at all, so it was able to slow better. I'm very sure that if the semi did have a full load, those people would have died. The impact would have been much worse. Although it was a horrible thing, it could've been much worse. There should have been 5 cars in that accident instead of two, but the Jeep didn't swirve. And we are safe. That night when we finally got to bed (about 2 AM) Trevor kept squeezing me so tight that I couldn't breathe. We were so thankful to have each other and have the oppurtunity to be together, alive and healthy. I'm still a little traumatized and get anxious driving. Isn't it amazing how we trust all those other drivers with our lives? They could slip up and we could be in serious trouble. It's also amazing how much your life can change in just 30 seconds. That's all it was before that semi smacked into them, and I'm sure their life is very different right now. It's amazing how much we take for granted. There's still so much I want to do; graduate college, have kids, have grandkids, have our own home, go see more of the world....and the list goes on and on. I'm so thankful that I still have the oppurtunity to do so. I'm not taking it for granted.

Baby, you got back.....

Baby, you got back...all that money you saved. You got back your fashion sense. You got to save your back by buying a cute and versatile baby sling from HugAMonkey.com .... Not only that but now your hands are free to do everything else you need to do. Being a mom is hard work, but baby slings make it a lot easier, and they are very comfortable. You won't find more affordable slings anywhere. Even if you did, they aren't as cute or as high quality. They also have some really great models. Check it. http://www.hugamonkey.com/index.php?act=viewProd&productId=8 That's a really good one. This goes to all you expectant mothers out there. This is one baby product you shouldn't miss out on. Seriously.

Katelyn, DON'T do it! Please!

It's just that's it's hard when you don't have the internet or even time for yourself. Very very hard. I have something developing right now that I'm getting ready to post, but it's not done yet. Just have patience. I'll get there.

New things since last post:

• Trevor is sick today
• I got a new nephew (www.higgfarm.com)
• The triplets drive me nuts
• I miss connecticut and mostly the Steinbergs
• By best friend Beta just moved back to Utah
• My cousin got married. Who'd a thunk that would happen?
• People got pregnant. And by people I mean Christie.
• My friend Kate got back from Jordan and moved to Utah.
• I enrolled in College
• I finished unpacking the apartment
• I lost all my baby teeth
• I kissed Trevor excessively
• I stubbed my toe
• I got a washer and dryer!
• I visited the Phippens at their home. Weird they're not missionaries anymore.
• Found out that 88.6% of the YSA in Hartford that I knew are moving to this valley.
• Mopped the floor nine times. A day. Stupid bloody ants.
• Bought ant traps
• Placed ant traps
• Laughed maliciously
• Posted this

Operation: Park Bench

I have (I think) an abnormal love for books. I'm always looking for something (uplifting, mind stretching, interesting, motivating, etc., etc.) to read. Personally, I think TV is a waste of time. Since vowing not to waste my time with it nearly three years ago, I have really discovered a new me. I suddenly had time to practice and get more skilled at my music. I suddenly had time to exercise. And, wow, I really learned how to conversate (is that a word?), not just talk about "did you see what was on last night?" I got rather sick of somebody else writing a script for my life so I could wile away the hours mindlessly. I can still recall and quote every episode of Seinfeld and (almost) every episode of The Simpsons. Sad? Yeah, I think so. Which is why Trevor and I don't own a TV and don't plan on it. Occasionally we watch a movie on our laptop.

I've tried to join countless (ok, like five) bookgroups, but it seems like everyone else in the world is on completely opposite schedules than me. Either that, or they don't like me that much so they purposely schedule it so I can't make it (It's a conspiracy!). Leah, my dear sister, has shed some light on this problem of mine. A friend of hers has recently started a website called Operation: Park Bench . It's an online bookgroup. I just joined and I already love it. I've been telling everyone I can about the book I just finished, but now others can read it and discuss it at their own pace. I just read reviews, and added 4+ books to my list already. Put down that remote and get reading. If you're not a reader, then walk, exercise, learn a new skill, play with playdough, learn or invent a new recipe, clean something - whatever strikes your fancy. If there is a show you really do just love and can't do without (for me its 24), then rent the season when it's out on dvd (unless you're like me and your husband refuses to watch it. Then it's a lost cause and I'd rather spend quality time with him, anyway). There's so many better things to do with your time.

Indian Superman Part 2

Award for best choreography goes to.....?

The following

is all from Leah's camera. When I get the professionals back, there will be more. Also, all who took photos should give me their good ones. I'd appreciate it.

The anticipation is killing her!

Look how happy Leah is for me as Trevor and I exit the Temple as husband and wife. This picture cracks me up.

I'm a wife!

My family, in it's entirety. At least for a few months before Leah has her third.

















My girls.

The Niece and nephews

I love this one because olivia and gage are being grumps.


















I love this one because the grumps spread to skyler. And me and trevors faces rock.



















Olivia got happy when she got her pretty dress on.













I like this one because it's more glowy and I look really good. My new nephew is so cute.

Highlights of the Reception

My father and brother, Jason, sporting some nice festive wear.

I love this line of people I love. Check out Trevor's shoes.


















Chris looks like he's enjoying recieving the savory morsel just as much as his son likes giving it to him.











Natalie holding my newest nephew, Riley Mack. Son of Jason (sitting so nicely in his kilt behind them)

The cake

Created by Leah

Cutting, I mean, spooning of the cake

The bowl of lemon pudding on top was a nice touch and very tasty. Leah pretty much rocks.