Grills and Love.

Guys, we bought ourselves a George Foreman grill yesterday, and let me tell you. It is the most genius thing ever. Here's why: I am, by no means, a homemaker. I pride myself in my grilled cheese sandwiches, and that's just about it. I didn't even know how to cook a frozen chicken breast other than to boil it (I am so ashamed), until this magical thing came into my life. Now, all I have to do it plop a frozen piece on there, and leave it alone for 8 minutes. It's a miracle! 

I'm not lying even a little bit when I say this: I'm pretty sure my work and school schedules perfectly coincide with the UTA and school bus route. On my way to work, if I leave even one minute later than when I usually do, I get stuck behind a school bus that goes 10 miles per hour and makes not one, but two stops before I can get around it. Then, on my way home from work, which is when I'm really pressed for time, I can bet my bottom dollar that I will be behind the UTA bus, or just barely in front of it. The good days are the ones when I beat it. THEN, on my way to school, I am stuck right back behind another UTA bus, this time headed to UVU. This lame coincidence, coupled with my extreme (and I mean it) road rage, is really not the best combination.

Obviously this doesn't apply to everyone, but I can usually tell who is a freshman student at UVU, because of how disrespectful they are to the professors, and how they don't take college seriously. It's like they think it's still high school, so they text in their classes and giggle and make fun of other students and the professor. It makes me so upset. This is a university, for crying out loud! I would think that these people are old enough to know how to behave and show some respect. Does anybody else feel this way?

Every day, I try my best to recognize the little things in my life that just make my heart burst with happiness. Yesterday, it was when Gabe and I went grocery shopping. We were trying to decide which sale on Dr. Pepper was the best deal... individual bottles or 2 liters, and we were laughing our faces off because I was trying to do the math on my calculator watch with microscopic buttons. Then we had an impromptu contest to see who could annunciate the ck in the word 'chicken' the most obnoxiously. Then we bought a ridiculous amount of junk food and called it a night. It's times like these when I'm so so so happy to be married to my best friend.

You're the cutest. xoxo.