everybody's working for the weekend

our weekend has consisted of:

the temple

5 guys burgers and fries

a picnic on the living room floor

will ferrell on the office

laughing with old friends

coldstone ice cream

24

dance practice

doughnuts

shopping with the girls

going to the movies

and tomorrow is sunday.

which means my responsibilities consist of

sleeping in

watching a sunday movie

going to church

feeling the spirit

eating my mom's cooking.

life is so great.

L.O.V.E.

Say hello to my little friend...

The iPad.

Oh yeah.

We totally got one.

The announcement of this little baby was greatly anticipated in the Richards' household let me tell you.

("Sara! It's practically faster than your computer. It could replace your computer!")

We waited in line. Early.

This is how grumpy Trey was.

Even though for the past 3 weeks every conversation of ours went something along the lines of:

"Trey, what do you want to eat?" "You know what I really want? The iPad 2."

"Trey this is cool!" "You know what's really cool? The iPad 2."

"(insert anything I say here)" "But Sara. Think about the iPad 2."

shocked that we actually got one.

Pure Joy.

You know those days

where you just really want a diet coke?

(for the record i have been killing it without these babies for awhile)

A few days ago I was at my parents and the urge hit me.

I needed one and I needed it now.

I asked my dad if my mom had any stashed anywhere (she usually does).

She didn't, but I was in luck! He thought there might be one in the fridge downstairs.

I flew down the steps, wrenched open that little black door,

and there it was.

One can, in the middle of the shelf, nothing else near it.

The heaven's opened up, a light shone down from above and the angels opened their mouths and let out one glorious, joyful note.

It's the little things.

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

The Ugly:

Any hour before 6:00 am. 5:59 why do you even exist?

Last night's dinner consisted of tomato soup, taquitos and cheez-its. Fail.

The Bad:

Trey is the one who taught me how to iron my dress pants. Double fail.

I had Wendy's at 10:45 am this morning.

The Good:

I quit my job. It's not you Job, it's me. But...it's mostly you.

(and from seeing the aforementioned meal choices i apparently couldn't care less about the body builder lifestyle)

We are going to California in less than one. week.

Let me 'splain the awesomeness of this situation.

We did this California trip last year for Spring Break '10.

Just check out how fun it was:

Reasons why this trip will rock harder:

We are officially official and can now do like, married people stuff, yo. ;)

We are seeing Wicked.

We are either driving in Trey's car with the sweet dvd-playing stereo his super awesome wife bought him (holla!) or hitching a ride with some randoms and therefore being super thrifty.

The randoms are actually The Walkers, and they are pretty rad.

We are staying for one. whole. week.

Bring it on Spring Break 2011! Bring. It. On.

ch-ch-changes

we spent christmas with our toes in the sand with people we love

we both turned 22

i became an official college graduate

i got a new job

trey is taking the hardest classes known to man

we are going back to the beach in less than a month

we still go on lots of little dates

watch lots of movies

are super busy

laugh a lot

& are madly in love.

life is good.

yesterday in church somehow we got on the subject of boys vs. girls.

according to trey no matter what science says it will be all my fault if we have all girls.

it was agreed upon that boys are easier

and that there should at least be two girls so then they can go be dramatic together.

even so, i still want both.

me: "but all the girl stuff is cuter!"

him: "yeah. but i don't have to shoot girlfriends."

good point.

he is going to be such a good dad.

people

Photographs are still not uploading.

Christmas posts will have to wait.

But my California Christmas was fabulous, thanks for asking!

I've been thinking about people a lot.

You know.

Human Interest type stuff.

I feel like I have a lot of those stories from work.

People are amazing.

Sad, funny, touching and amazing.

Like the mom who woke up at 4:00 a.m. to take the bus from Clearfield to Bountiful to come to therapy before work. She supports her husband and 8 kids. 4 of which are handicapped. 2 of which are severely handicapped and require around-the-clock care.

Or the lady who reads the Book of Mormon to her husband so he won't fall asleep (it doesn't work).

Or the nicest sweetest guy who when I called his house to confirm an appointment his wife told me he doesn't live there anymore.

Or the patient who told me that we were all like candles in a dark room.

Or the guy who explained to me that the reason it's so awkward to live with his girlfriend and his girlfriend's daughter is that his girlfriend's daughter is is ex-girlfriend whhaaaat.

Or the patient who told me her dad (who is also a patient and 85 years old) and her mom will just sit together for hours in their armchairs talking, reading, laughing and holding hands.

Or the mom who had to hold on surgery for months because she couldn't afford the 3 days off of work it would take.

Or the 300 lb. biker who brought his autistic son in and listened and agreed with everything he said.

Or the patients whose spouses come to therapy with them everyday and follow them around just to talk.

Or the patient who, when noticing the sequins on a therapist's shirt said, "What, what are those? Medals for all the patients you've killed??"

Or the patient who has a Phd and now because of disease can hardly make himself understood.

Or the 70-80 year old patient whose husband exercises right along side her and says, "babe no, do the other one, I already did this one, then we can be next to each other."

Or the patient who when I complimented her on her execution of an exercise bounced up and proudly told me, "I'm 85!"

Or the guy who's daughter came with him and he held on to her as if she were the center of his universe.

Or the patient whose husband fills her pockets with M&M's before therapy

because he knows she likes to snack on them.

People rock.