Pity My Feet Please :(

So, have you ever tried standing for about...oh say 10 hours straight? I have--once. That was the day of our wedding. My feet were killing me because let me tell you, the shoes I wore were INSANELY unconfortable, and the shoes I replaced the uncomfortable ones with weren't much of an improvement. Now, according to my sister-in-law (recently a graduated and licensed massage therapist), standing and walking on your bare feet is healthier and more beneficial to your foot muscles than it is to wear flip flops, heels, or even tennis shoes. You'd think that after a day of standing and walking and jumping in water (where you're more bouyant) that I wouldn't have such achey feet right? WRONG! My feet are aching all over. My goal for the night...bribe a foot rub out of my tired and achy husband. We'll see how that goes.

*****break for 20 minutes*****

The foot rub hurt. A lot. But now my feet feel a tad better. :D

Since I'm teaching swim lessons every day all day nearly every day of the week, it makes sense to mention a few memorable moments, such as these:

---My name is called to teach a beginner level toddler swim class, followed by the kids in my class. A little girl in a neon pink suit walks up with her mom, clinging to the mom's hand. Her mom tells me her name, which I promptly forget, and then walks away to watch. The girl walks over with the class of kids and we start getting our feet wet in the water. She bursts into tears. :( "Sweetie?" I ask, "What's your name?" Tearfully she replies, "M-m-maya." "Oh! What a pretty name! Do you like your name?" Shaking her head just as sadly, she tells me, "no." I didn't know what to say to that...

---My first class of the morning at the public pool was beginner (caught on have you?). One boy and his mom walk up to join the class and I ask him his name: "Shrig," he tells me excitedly. I looked at his mom for some help. Rolling her eyes, she corrects him, "It's Trig."  Talk about needing a little speech help, I thought to begin with....25 minutes later.....I was SO wrong. This kid can talk. He never STOPS. I swear, if I put my hand over his mouth to muffle his chatter, he'd keep jabbering. As soon as my hand moved away, he'd likely pick right up where he was in whatever story he was telling me. I sure hope he enjoys talking as much about his namesake math topic one day.

---Final story: swim team. I love coaching. It's a blast and the kids are great. Like Colton. Little blondie with skin more tan than mine. Crying in line while we waited to do warm-ups. I bent down and asked him what was wrong. "I forgot my goggles..." he says, crying again. He's five or six by the way. "Well, do you want to borrow mine?" I ask. "No," he tells me, "I want my own." Finally convincing him he'd like to have some goggles, even if they aren't his, he asks me this question: "Are they girls' goggles?" (They're grey and have absolutely no gender specific traits.) I laughed and told him, "nope." "Ok, I guess I can use them." Priceless.

Anywho, tah-tah for now. I need sleep.

Ready-set-go!

So...I created this blog ages ago--around the time Danny and I got married, maybe even shortly after we took engagement pictures (even earlier). I've decided, after reading up on so many friends' cute blog posts, that this is something I want to attempt at least for the duration of the summer. Certainly with a full time job at the pool as a coach, teaching private swim lessons, and being the best wife I can be to my wonderful husband Danny, I can squeeze a teeny bit of casual laughy-posting in. The question is, will I? I hope my posts can be as entertaining as some of the posts I've read from friends.

My wonderings aside, I think I ought to introduce myself and Danny (since I'll be talking about him quite a bit I'm sure).

I'm an energetic, loud kinda gal who loves talking, teaching, singing louder than the radio, making yummies, reading, watching cheesy chick flicks, and of course, being the wife of an incredible husband who makes me laugh. Lots.

Danny is a rather quiet, goofy kinda guy who loves listening to me talk, working (NOT), playing with our obnoxious cat, reading, eating whatever delicious food I manage to make, occasionally watching those cheesy chick flicks with me (playing with my hair the whole time), and making me laugh. Lots.

Our story began last August when I started school at ASU. He met she, she met he, that kinda thing. I have to say, I did single him out in our "singles" ward as one of the cute ones. Props to me. :) We started dating shortly after Thanksgiving of 2010, the happy coincidence of a laundry dilemma. But that's a story for another time. Suffice it to say, we were engaged by February and happily married just over a year ago on May 21st, 2011. I love him tons, and he loves me lots.

Quick story (I hope):

Last Monday, May 21st, 2012 to be exact, I woke up feeling like crap. Half-falling down the stairs of our 2-story house, I fumbled around the wall until I found Danny, merrily making his lunch for work (he doesn't like going to work very much, but lunch is good...). I kinda fell into his chest and just stood there, swaying. He tells me "happy anniversary" and I'm all, "appy anniversry" scratchy sore throat and all. After feeling my forehead--no we don't have a thermometer...I need to get one--Danny concluded I am burning up and we should get me to a doctor.

I hate doctors' offices. They smell funny. He proceeded to take the entire day of work off (a yearly tradition in the making) to pick up my prescription drugs, buy me tons of Spaghetti-Os, cuddle with me when I needed it, and have a gorgeous bouquet of roses delivered to our door (they smell nice).

I mostly slept all day, hoping I'd at least feel well enough to get out of the house to go to dinner for our anniversary. It was a vain hope. I tried to get ready and look somewhat presentable for a fancy dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, but by the time we had driven ten minutes, I knew it was a mistake. My stomach was half-way in my mouth all evening. Watching me, it's no wonder Danny didn't eat more than an appetizer. Total bill for our 1-year anniversary dinner: $8 even.

                                           Awesome right?

Fast-forward to today:

Thanks to whatever viral bug I had, Danny is now sickly...I feel terrible. Add the fact that I butchered his hair Saturday night, and I've really made his Memorial Day awesome.

On the plus side, we got his hair fixed; it's just shorter than I would have liked. And at the moment, his fever is down, he's eating ice cream, and he's laughing at the Disney class, Incredibles. Love that movie.

This is kinda fun! We'll see how I do this week. Wish me luck!