Becoming an Adult Can Be Scary

"This is part of being an adult" was the phrase my dear husband gave me on Tuesday night as I was freaking out about calling the hospital and letting them know that I was sick and wouldn't be coming to work the next day. Most of people don't see what the big deal would be; however, when you hate phone calls when the recipient is not your friend, it is a big deal. In addition, I am sort of afraid of confrontation or letting people down. So I was worried that they would start asking me how sick I really was or how much they needed me to come to work. My fears were pointless since it pretty much went like this:

Eevi: "Hey this is Eevi Aura and I'm schedule to work tomorrow, but I'm sick so I won't be able to make it"

Charge nurse: "OK, we'll put you down as a sick day"

Eevi: "thanks so much" Hang up the phone. Running back to our bedroom and happy screaming "Troy, they weren't mean to me about it". 

This is another thing about phone calls; when I make more official phone calls, I have to be in a different room from other people so I don't distracted. 

Let me share some of my "phone call moments" with you. 

1. Freshman year I got sick and had to go the BYU student health center. I didn't want to call and make an appointment so my roommate called. The lady on the other end asked if I was incapable of speaking and after it was concluded that I was not, the phone was handed to me and I made my appointment.

2. In high school I got suckered into one of these gym deals with personal trainer that cost like 70 bucks an hour. Here again, I was too embarrassed to say no to his face so I made one of my friends call and cancel my appointment. The gym personnel were asking her for my birthdate and my friend was not sure so she AIMS me during the phone call for it.

3. I needed to find  a job after we moved to Tucson so I applied everywhere. One of the places was Victoria's Secret. They called me to "congratulate" me on the job and proudly told me that I would be making $6.35 an hour. I said I would think about it. Then I made Troy call and notify them that I would not be taking the position.

I am proud to say that I am growing up and I have made my own doctor's appointments this year, even called restaurants for reservations and called future employers about positions. But I would choose email as a way of communicating any day. 

Thank Heaven for Girl Friends

I love being married to Troy and sharing my life with him. However, every once in a while you just need some girl time. So I went to visit "my other red head" in Utah last week. Starla and I were randomly assigned as roommates our Freshman year and we became inseparable right away. Few things have changed from that time; instead of sleeping about 3 feet away each other, we now live in different states. Instead of taking most of the same classes, eating dinners together and asking "what are we doing this weekend", now we compare our nursing classes and chat through gmail chat most of the time. The wonderful thing about good friendships is the fact that no matter how much things change around us the friendship adjusts to those things. So I know we will still be friends when we are old and frail no matter how far away from each we live; however, for purely selfish reasons, I will be recruiting her to Arizona after she graduates because having her around makes life that much better.

Here Starla is enjoying some waffles that got stuck on the waffle maker. 

This is a picture is at a BYU football game on Troy's birthday about a week after Troy and I had met. We were not dating at this point since I had some other commitments at the moment. 

Starla shamelessly pampered me last weekend. We ate at Cafe Rio, Texas Road House,  and a delicious Easter dinner and you know how much I love eating. I also got to watch hours of college basketball:) 

Another upside of going out of town is the realization of how happy I am come home to Troy.  

Spring Break

Last week was so much fun. Troy and I worked on our backyard. I enjoyed the days without school work, had a girls' night here in Tucson (which included shopping and Jamba Juice run), saw the Easter Pageant at the Mesa Temple and traveled to see Starla in Utah. 

Here I am showing the lean, mean muscles that I used to unload 2 tons of retaining wall block and built the wall. Troy took off some time from work to work on our backyard this week. Since he did not get to finish the wall, I worked on it for good four hours one afternoon. Now we just need to add some bushes and flowers and we are ready for a BBQ party. 

Troy and I met his parents and brother's family at the Mesa Temple and enjoyed the Easter Pageant. Since I was going out of town, we planned for Troy to stay with his parents so he wouldn't get too lonely. Ironically enough, he drove to Tucson with his parents on Friday for a track meet after dropping me off at the Phoenix airport. 
Freshman year girls and Natalie and Suzanna's husbands got together for a breakfast feast. Mollie and Shannah are missing from the picture. It is actually kind of funny how all of us married couples  got married in 4 month sequences. I was the first one Sept 05 (everyone, including myself, thought I would be the last one), Mollie Dec 05, Shannah April 06, Molly Aug 06, Suzanna Dec 06 and Natalie April 07. We have not met a guy who is worthy of my Starla yet. Natalie is the first one to be pregnant and she is due in August. 

I will post more pictures of the girls' weekend after some studying:) Yes, there is school work after spring break, which is so unfair. 

Euro Fresh-America's Best Tasting Tomatoes

This was a slogan on the side of a truck that Troy and I passed on our way yesterday. I thought it was hilarious and thought that maybe someone else might appreciate the oxymoron. The rest of the post has nothing to do with tomatoes (I don't even really like tomatoes).

Today was a very exciting day for me as I finished my first half-marathon. Troy and I got up at 5 am, packed my race bag and drove 45 minutes to the race location. Since this was my first race, we did not know what to expect. We arrived half an hour before the race so 6:30 am and there were about 50 cars in front us waiting to get into the parking lot. We kind of sneaked past most of them and found a spot.Then we saw a huge crowd, which is obviously expected, but I thought that they were lining up for race. Nope, every one else had to do a trip to the bathroom just like I had planned. We waited in line for 15 minutes and got in and even to the start area before the start of the race.

Troy and I are not huge fans of the desert. Troy loves mountains and we are too far away from them in our neighborhood. So he was mesmerized by the scenery around Oro Valley, which is a a nice (expensive) area to live with some beautiful mountains.  He keeps talking about moving up there as soon as I'm done with school. He misses the Rockies from Utah and though these mountains don't even compare, they would still make him happy.

If this picture wouldn't be so blurry, you could see that I have the goofiest smile on my face as I am about to cross the finish line. My goal was to ran at 2 hrs or less and my time ended up being 1 hr 56 minutes 19 seconds. I was so happy and so tired. I finished 81 out of 481 women and 217th out of 775  all runners. The even announced our names as we crossed the finish line; it was a sweet feeling.

So Troy is my coach as he is supposed to find good runs for me and keep me going etc. He is way pumped up after this race and proud of his wife. (Yes, I'm saying that about myself, but he is just being so great about it.) I obviously had a special mix of music for my half-marathon that would last at least for 2 hours. As I passed the 8 mile mark and the songs switched, suddenly I hear his voice saying that he loves me and that I can do this and "see you in the end". I had no idea that he had recorded this message for me. 

So my body is obviously exhausted and my knees are aching,las I imagine they will ache when I'm 80 year old, because there was a good amount of up/down hill running on the course. The first two miles of the race were uphill and I started to wonder if I could finish the other 11. 

So half-marathon down and now we are looking forward to the real thing in San Francisco in August. 

Love-hate relationship

The title describes my feelings with nursing school. Last week I came home every day and I said "I'm not going to be a good nurse" or "I hate nursing school" or "What if I just drop out". Obviously anyone who knows me even decently well knows that I would never drop out of school so my emotions were pretty crazy last week. I have calmed down a lot and I don't have any anxieties at the moment; maybe it is because I only have one more day of school before spring break or because my tests went well this week, either way it feels good to have some sense of control over my life. Also the fact that I didn't have to get up at 5 am this morning brightened my mood quite a bit and the lunch date I had with my hubby at Jamba Juice and Rubios. 

Troy and I had a fun weekend. On Friday, we went on a study date. Yes, we are nerdy but my academic success is a major indicator on my mood and thus our marital bliss. We went out to eat and then headed to the health science library and studied for few hours. There were two other people there and they looked like homeless people who were using the computer. 

On saturday, I ran 10 miles in 1 hr and 33 minutes, which was so exciting since I have never run that far before. Troy rollerbladed next to me and provided encouragement. We also enjoyed hanging out with our friends. On saturday we stopped by at Paul and Heather's place and just chatted for few hours and on Sunday we had dinner with Bridget and Jeremy. Troy and I love being with our friends and are always so amazed how quickly times goes when you are chatting with good friends. Troy does get little nervous about hanging out with Heather and Paul since Heather is about to have their first baby anytime now. Heather is actually delivering at the hospital where I will be doing my internship this summer. 

A little shout out for Troy should be included as well. He has received two awards at work in the last month. One of them is an individual achievement award and the other one is a team award. On top of that he did great on his two tests this week. It is a great blessing to have a hard working husband. Also last night I fell asleep on the couch as he was studying and he carried me to our bed. Gotta love the little romantic and sweet things in life. 

I always try to have some pictures with my posts but I have really no new pics. 

One more clinical day before Spring break and one more week until I go and see my girls in Utah. This week life is very good:)

Tagged

Who do I love? My fabulous, hard working and loving hubby, Troy.
How long have I been married? Two and half fabulous years.

How long did we date? One year exactly. We met on Sept. 10th 2004 and got married on Sept. 10th 2005.

Who is taller? Troy is taller.

Who can sing better? I think we are tie this one.

Who is smarter? I get better grades because I am obsessed with them. I know anatomy, physiology and nursing stuff and Troy is a genius when it comes to math, engineering and computers. So in our own fields of study, we both do well. 

Who does the laundry? I do it unless there are no clean clothes left:) It's not that Troy doesn't want to do it; I just do it before he does it.

Who pays the bills? Troy does.

Who sleeps on the right side? Troy does because his right shoulder is messed up and we can't cuddle if I lay on his right shoulder. 

Who mows the lawn? Troy has a fancy lawnmower that he uses to mow our patch of grass:)

Who cooks dinner? Depends on the week, when my school stuff gets too crazy Troy cooks almost every night. When he is working long hours, I do most of the cooking. We have a great system down:)

Who drives? Troy drives when we are together.

A great example

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenck's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someones garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." -Marjorie Pay Hinckley