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!