Coincidence? I think not!

This would be better looking, but personally I think Blogger needs some help. I have to fight with all my posts to make them. . . Post right. Anyway!

My brakes in my car failed.
It's actally a funny story now that everyone's survived, I didn't crash, and some how everything turned out okay.
So, my mom and I were driving to Krave (a popular frozen yogurt place here in St. George) and as the mini-van in front of me was pulling into the turning lane I did too.
The mini-van stopped a little shorter than expected, but I should've been able to comply just fine.
Until my brakes started making this grinding noise and it was as if I was sliding at 35 miles an hour toward this mini-vans bumper.
All I could see were red brake lights and my mind went blank as I swurved, barely missed the van by inches (my mom will second that), went right into traffic, and back into the turning lane.
This was on Bluff Street in the evening when traffic is high and people are coming home from work. The fact that I totally missed the car in front of me was a miracle in itself, but the chance that I missed the huge truck that traded me spots leaving an open lane for me to swurve into was amazing.

Coinsedence? I think not!

That was an experience I won't forget. I was very much protected. I don't remember thinking at all, it's as if I already knew what to do. My car is in the shop and the new brakes will cost over a thousand dollars, but it's a blessing that no one was hurt. Plus, it humbles me to have to depend on others to get around. Thank you to everyone who drives me to work and play! My family and friends are amazing!

It's Getting Easier

I have been given something that Jeff used to give me all the time.

When I was lonely,

or just cold.

It might not seem like much to some, but it's his jacket.
It means a lot to me.

He used to let me borrow it all the time.
I talking clear back into high school.

I have this thing with jackets. . .

It started back when my dad had some health problems. He was gone to Salt Lake to go to LDS Hospital. Call me a daddy's girl, but I would miss him a lot.

My dad had this wool sweater he would wear all the time and while he was gone I would wear it.

Fast forward a couple of years and now I have this funny thing with jackets.

I miss him, I miss him, I miss him.

Jeff's younger brother, Kevin, gave me Jeff's jacket.
Thank you Kevin, for making this year that much easier for me.
Now I have something physical I can hold on to.

Happy New Year!!

I know, it's like almost February.
Bare with me. . .

I've made a huge resolution, huge for me anyway, and I plan to achieve it.

I'm going to run the St. George Marathon!

I've made this resolution for a lot of reasons and since a lot of them have to do with a certain someone
(three guesses who)
I figured I should blog about it.

Reason number one:

Running has always been my stress reliever. Whenever something stressful happens I will get up and go running. Running stripes me of all my walls and lets me know my true self. I get to push myself to my limits. For some reason this calms me, like showing myself that I still have something constructive to let it out on. I found this outlet when I was 14 and never let it go. You can thank my cross country coach for that, Coach Bentley. He never let me break, even when I wanted to. It's no lie when I say that Jeff leaving has stressed me out. Sorry, but duh. Jeff and I were ready to get married, but there was one more thing he needed to do first. All you married people need to think back to when you met your spouse and knew they were the one you wanted to get married to. Now. . . imagine that you must now say goodbye for two years and they aren't supposed to think about you because you are now a distraction. ;) Stress? Yes! So, I run and run and run! Ha ha! Jeff is not my stress, the situation is. Which isn't anyone's fault, but it comes with the territory. It's a complicated game.

Reason number two:

I want to do something life changing before he comes home. Granted going to school, institute, and work can be life changing, but I was doing that before Jeff left. I believe the journey to the marathon will be more important than the actual thing itself. Sounds weird, but I forsee a lot of self discovery in this. I want to be able to say to Jeff that I've changed in good ways and seen myself in different lights.

Reason number three:

In wanting to take good care of myself. It is a running joke between my brother Tyler and I that I need to eat and gain as much as possible before Jeff gets home. Then we will see if he really loves me. ;) Looks like I better hurry, he only has about a year left!