LAKERS KICKED THE MAGIC'S TRASH!

Yes. That's right. NBA Finals were last Sunday and the Los Angeles Lakers won. Booyah! It was a pretty good five games. The Orlando Magic put up a good fight, but I think Kobe Bryant wanted that trophy more than they did.

Pat's brother Dustin was in town with a couple of friends. We were already over at Ben and Cherie's for the fourth game of the Finals and they came over to watch the game with us. Pat got to have a boys day on Saturday while I helped my mom with a garage sale she was having. Much fun to be had by all. Sunday, we all got together again to eat dinner and watch the fifth game of the Finals. It was awesome!

So yeah. I have become an official LA Lakers fan. Yup. And if you knew me, you'd know that I'm not a big sports WATCHER, I'm more of a PLAYER. Or a CHEERLEADER. Whichever suits at the time.

Yet MORE Softball...

So I keep playing softball. And for God only knows what reason, because I am still fathoming why I do.

Me and Pat joined Brenden and Cherie yesterday for a game of softball. We have been going down to the field on Thursdays now to join a ward that plays at that time. It was pretty fun, until I batted and, whilst running to first base, rolled my ankle in a dip in the ground. Yeah. Fun. And then gave up batting to pitch, which netted me a softball right back at me in the shin. Nice.

I think I might too great of a pitcher for my own good, because most of the pitches that I threw came right back at me. I had to dodge most of them. It sucked.

Pat's Beard Attempt

Did I ever tell you about the time Patrick decided to grow a beard?

This was about a two weeks ago. So it wasn't actually too long ago.

He didn't actually decide to grow it out, I made him. Ha Ha. He was doing his field camp thing and all the other guys in his class were growing their beards out. So I told him to do it just to get it out of his system. He doesn't like shaving very much. Probably on account of the fact that his beard hairs are so coarse that when he shaves, he gets razor burn. He even uses an electric shaver because a razor would chop his face up.

So he started growing a beard. I think he made it two weeks before he hacked it off. I say hacked because it was so thick and coarse that it was like kissing splinters every time I kissed him. I couldn't even kiss him when it got to it's longest. Well, after about two weeks of growing it out, he decided to hack it off because he wanted to keep kissing me and his beard was even irritating himself.

I told him that if he ever thought about growing it out again, he would have to expect that I wouldn't be kissing him very much. I don't think he like that. So we have the beard growing experience out of the way. YAY!

I got the job!

Okay. This post is a week late, but I GOT THE JOB! YAY ME!

I interviewed with the law firm I mentioned earlier and they called me back that afternoon and said they wanted me to start immediately. YES! So I've been working there for a week now and LOVE it. It's noticeably different than the law firm I interned at. The lawyer I work for understands better how to use a Paralegal. Which is so nice. I think it has something to do with the fact that she's from California.

Anyway, she knows how and what to delegate to me and I love constantly being busy. I told her in the interview that I hate not having anything to do because I would feel like I'm just wasting time and I'd end up feeling unproductive.

I'm gonna start studying to get my Notary Public license, which will be an awesome add to my resume and a huge help in a law firm where affidavits (Personal Testimonies) are always being drafted.

In all, I like working here (and it's only the first week!) and I can't wait to see where this job will take me.

Softball....it hurts.

Me and Pat have been getting together with his brother to play softball these past couple of months. It's been so fun. We usually have our friends, Bryce and Blake there as well as Ben's wife's family. Occasionally we are joined by some ward softball teams and play with them.

I love softball. I used to be really good at it too. But all the years of inactivity and bad diets have left me to feel how out of shape I am. The first time I played, I was the catcher. I did over 270 squats, and I felt every single one of them for a whole week after that game. I couldn't bend my legs, they shook when I walked, and even had to lever myself down to go to the bathroom. It was a painful insight. Then I didn't play for a couple of games because I actually wanted to be able to walk.

So I decided to play this past Saturday. Not so good. I had just painted my nails, but they needed an extra player, so I decided to play. Barefoot. HUGE MISTAKE. The dirt had little pebbles in it and was constantly shifting under my feet. I walked away from that game with bruised feet, strained thigh muscles, and my forearms hurt for some odd reason.

It currently hurts to walk...again. I'm definitely wearing shoes next time. But I can't wait, because, as much as I'm in pain, it feels good to be active and feeling that burn again. I know, I know. I sound masochistic. I'm not. I promise.

Job Interview!

I finally have a job interview! There aren't a lot of jobs anywhere close to us here in Utah, so I've been stuck at home doing nothing so that we can conserve money. BO-RING! I hope I never have to be in this position again. EVER.

Anyway, I got an email about a paralegal position a couple of blocks from our apartment. So I sent my resume and a cover letter. I heard back from the hiring attorney 10 minutes later. It was so awesome! So I have an interview set for tomorrow. I really hope I get this job. We need some sort of income.

Wish me luck!

Our First Year

Well....we made it. Not like I didn't think wouldn't. It's been hectic, frustrating, beautiful, exciting, boring, and all together fun. I am so grateful to have married the man I did. Even after a year, we are still adjusting to each others' personalities and quirks. But we've stuck it out and will continue to work with, and love, each other. We are sealed to each other for an eternity after all.

We celebrated Saturday night with Pat's brother Brenden and his wife Cherie at the California Pizza Kitchen. We had gotten a gift card to there as a wedding gift but had never used it. So we decided to go out and enjoy something new. Plus, with the our current financial situation, it's been a LONG WHILE since we've been out. It used to be our weekend "thing". The restaurant was cool. We definitely enjoyed being out with Ben and Cherie. We always have fun with them.

Sunday, we went to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things I hadn't been able to get the day before for a surprise picnic I had planned. I got some food from the deli counter, corndogs and popcorn chicken, and also some loaves of French bread. I was so happy to see that the bread was only 50 cents a loaf. They're usually $1.50/each. So I grabbed 3. We love bread, Pat and I. After we got home, we walked down to the duck pond that we love so much. It was such a nice, peaceful day. It had just rained but it wasn't muggy or anything. It was perfect. When we first got there and broke out the bread, all the ducks from the pond swarmed around us. Greedy little buggers! It was the funniest thing and we got them to feed from our hands. We went through the whole loaf in about 10-15 minutes, but it was worth it.

Then we went over to a bench and ate the lunch we had brought. Yums! We sat and talked and then decided to walk around the pond. There were so many little baby ducklings and they were too adorable. They had so much energy and curiosity. Whenever the little ones would come close to us the mama would quack and they'd come swimming back. I asked Pat if we could have duckies when we buy a house. He giggled. I figure since we're both allergic to cats and dogs and animals with fur, maybe we could have ducks instead. But I told him we'd have to have a big pond as well. He laughed that time.

We just held hands and stood there, admiring the cute little creatures and then walked home. We received a lot of "Happy Anniversaries" from both our parents when we got home.

*Just a Note* My Parents should never take up singing together. They're hilarious and horrendous all at the same time. Me and Pat had a good long laugh after hearing them.

Well, that was our anniversary. Nothing too fancy, but it has a lot of meaning to us and that's what we like best. Plus, we got to relax and enjoy one another's company, which is something we don't get to do very often these days.