I've realized I just don't care too much about blogging at this point in my life. Sorry. I prefer a journal. Did that sound a little negative-Nancy? ...not meant that way, it's just that I can't force the blogging issue..it just isn't my thing right now. I'll try anyway.





On a REALLY happy note...Jeremiah is getting married! I am soooooo excited! We absolutely looooove Becky and could not dream up a better girl! When he proposed, I was hiding and took these pics:





They are both such incredible people!! Congrats!!!





So to all 2,000 of you who read my blog (divide that by one thousand) that I never even read myself, maybe I should give you a really exciting update.

So as you know ("you" meaning Emily, Natalie and Miranda...aka the only people I have even told I have blog :), I was training to run that half marathon in honor of grandpa and his 80th birthday. I was super excited and was really getting into it. Sean ran with me and was getting pretty into it, as well. Well, my foot started hurting...long story short..I got a stress fracture. I was pretty deflated at first, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise. A week later, when I was in AZ for Thanksgiving, I got sick and...again, long story short...when I saw a doctor after coming back to UT he said I had something very serious. He then told me that I needed to be on bed-rest for a month and that if I had continued running and exercising that week things would have become extremely bad!! I told him there was no way that was going to happen at which point he immediately replied and said, "Patients have committed suicide over how bad the pain from this can become. Do not worry about school or work- get on bed rest or you will regret it". What do doctors know? Ha....that's not funny. Anyway, I told Sean and at first he laughed and didn't belive me until I told him I was serious and he freaked out because his grandma died from this. Needless to say, I was pampered even more than normal; no complaints-definitely nice. I didn't really tell that many people because I'm never that vocal about so-called "problems". I believe they are always blessings in disguise. That's not too say that I am always Ms. Upbeat and Perky during trials, but the truth is, I've never understood people who enjoy or prefer sympathy on a normal and consistent basis. I really like being there for people as they struggle; I am not as much a fan of getting the help. I've recently learned that is a little something called "pride" ha...and is something I need to work on improving. Um, anyway, I'm getting off track...
Soooo, the strange thing is that grandpa actually had this sickness at one point. Maybe this was my way of bonding with him since I was no longer able to do the run. I was so sad to not be able to run in his honor, but having suffered from this ailment, I'm sure he understood. Who can guess what it was? Haha...are we really playing guess-my-sickness-trivia? Ten points to the first person :)

P.S...it's over for now...no worries!