Brief Bragging Moment

ATTENTION EVERYONE!

Remember how I'm taking Math 1010 for the 4th time this semester?

(Seriously though. First time I got a D+, second time I withdrew due to viral meningitis, third time I flat out failed, and now here I am. Time number four. Funny fact: financial aid stops paying for class after you take it three times. I was kind of pissed when I had to give back some of my refund.)

I hate math. I hate math with every bone in my body, every passion of my being. Why the hell do I need to know how to determine the slope of a line when I'm a Comm. major? Besides that, I have horrible testing anxiety and I get so stressed over homework assignments. Math 1010 was the only thing holding me back from graduating in May, because without Math 1010 I couldn't take the required Math 1030. I begged and pleaded to be placed in Math 1030, but my request to the math department chair and dean fell on deaf ears. The department chair said to me (and I quote), "I have no faith that you can pass Math 1030, let alone Math 1010. But against my better judgement, I'm signing you into 1010. If you fail, which you have a high chance of doing, it'll be at your own risk." That jackass made me so mad because I knew that no matter how hard it was going to be, I could pass 1010. I have to pass 1010 in order to graduate. There's no other way around it. I have a sister-in-law who's working on her math education degree, I have a husband who is good at math, and I picked a professor who I knew would be a good one.

WELL GUESS WHAT, DEPARTMENT CHAIR ARMSTRONG?!

I GOT 90 out of 100 ON MY MATH TEST.

I EVEN BEAT MY HUSBAND'S SCORE!

AND, ON MY LAST TEST, I GOT 85 out of 100!

Some people might think this isn't a big deal and that Math 1010 isn't hard, but math is one of my struggles in life. Needless to say, this has been one of the crowning moments of the week. I really want to be a brat and email him this picture, as well as a screen shot of my grades. I have a 90.1% in the class right now. I've NEVER had that good of a grade in math. But I won't, at least not yet. Anyway, when this week is over, I'll be able to blog about everything that's been going on lately. But for now, it's time to focus on my PR event, family coming to town, and finishing up my husband's 14 Days of Love. 

6 Months Later (:

 Time flies when you're having fun, right?

Six months ago today, Trev and I tied the knot and took the plunge into the thing called "marriage."
(I know, I'm one of those obnoxious people who celebrates even the littlest of milestones.)
(Some celebrities haven't even been able to stay married for six months, so I'd say it's a milestone.)

To be honest, I chose the perfect man to take the plunge with.

I love being married.

I love being with my best friend 24/7.

I love being in love.
I love being able to plan our lives together, and know he's with me through thick and thin.

I love my husband.

No, it's not all happiness and utter bliss all the time.

 Marriage is the hardest thing we've ever done in our entire lives.

But as Trev says, "This is the most rewarding and fun and enjoyable thing I've ever done."

And it is.

Happy six months, babe. Here's to many more.

Soon we'll be married for a year.

Then five years.

Then ten years.

And then twenty and thirty years!

I can't wait for the rest of my life with you.

I love you!

P.S. Update on 14 Days of Love: Trev is LOVING the gifts and the extra attention I'm giving him. Yesterday's gift was a pack of gum with the tag "Hey Valentine, why don't you chews me to be yours?" and today's was a bottle of Calypso pink lemonade with a "Love Potion No. 9" tag. He keeps telling me what an awesome wife I am and that he is so thankful to have me. What a guy. (:

P.P.S. It's a good thing I'm not an alcoholic, or a die-hard Broncos fan for that matter, because last night's game was ugly. Like really, Broncos, where the hell was that amazing offense you had all season? Did you realize you were playing in the freaking Superbowl? My husband told me I was like a man because of how much I yell and curse at the TV. Our roles definitely swap when we watch football, haha. I was rooting for them for my man Peyton Manning, but kudos to the Seahawks, they played an amazing game. Can't wait for next season of football, my Colts are going to kick some ass. (: 

14 Days of Love

Hooray, it's finally February!
(See ya later January, you sucked balls.)

Do you know what today means?
(Besides being a new month, smartasses.)

.........................

It's time to start the 14 Days of Love!

I remember when February rolled around when I was a little girl, it was almost as exciting as Christmas (even though I wasn't the one receiving gifts). My dad worked as an iron worker for 26 years, and every day he had to take a lunch to work. It was the same lunch (that my mom would wake up to make at 5:30 a.m. each day, by the way) - a sandwich, chips, a dessert, a drink - day after day. But when it was February, my mom found a way to show how much she loved and appreciated my dad by slipping surprises into his boring lunch. Starting on February 1 and continuing until the 14th, my mom would place treats with fun phrases into Dad's lunch box. These treats and phrases would be Valentine's related; they ranged from being a box of Hot Tamales ("You're so hot!") to a gift card to McDonald's ("You needed a little McLovin' today") so Dad wouldn't have to eat "another damn sandwich." I would always look forward to Dad coming home from work so that I could see what Mom put in his lunchbox that day. Mom's 14 Days of Love ended on Valentine's Day with something big, like a new pair of work boots, a night out, or something else that Dad needed. As I got older, I got to help Mom pick out treats and surprises for Dad. Even now that Dad isn't an iron worker and doesn't take a lunch to work each day, Mom has still found ways to continue doing 14 Days of Love year after year. My parents have been married for 27 years, and never has my mother missed spoiling my dad during February.

I always told myself that when I got married I would do 14 Days of Love for my husband. I thought it was cute and romantic growing up, being able to see how much my mom loved my dad. Obviously I knew my mom loved and appreciated Dad all the time despite the fighting, the grumpiness, and the stress that marriages often have, but once a year she got the chance to elaborate and remind my dad how much she loved and needed him in her life. So now here I am, doing my own 14 Days of Love.Trevor and I have almost been married for six months and this is our first married Valentine's together. I've been working for weeks on what the next 14 days are going to consist of. Big shout out to pinners on Pinterest who have aided my thought process, by the way. Some people are just more creative than myself. Hidden in the closet of our second bedroom is a box full of gifts and goodies for the next 14 days. This morning before I came to work, I dug out the first gift (pop rocks - "You rock my world") and a note that I typed up for Trev, explaining where 14 Days of Love originated, and why I'm doing it. This is a tradition I want to continue for years and years to come. I want this to be something that our children will remember, and that maybe our daughter(s) might continue on with their husbands someday. I want our children to recognize, even though they might hear us arguing someday, how much their mother truly loves and respects their father. Trevor is the most important person in my life. He is my rock, my lover, my best friend. I might tell Trev daily how much I love and appreciate him, but now I've got 14 days in the most romantic month of the year to show him and remind him. Stay tuned! (: