The Rantings of a Tired Woman

(I woke up early this morning and couldn't go for my run because the noise from the treadmill would wake up the house, so I wrote this blogpost instead. I may regret writing it later, we'll see. It's still too early to be fully coherent)

Life can be hard when you love something you're suppose to hate. Here's what I'm talking about.

You see, I LOVE this song. No seriously, I REALLY LOVE this song:

 But here's the problem. I HATE the part where he says, "let me love you until you learn to love yourself". The angry feminist in me stops and say, "Hold the phone...did I really just hear those words?!"

For 3 years I taught the Young Women in my ward! I LOVED these girls like they were my own flesh and blood and when I prepared their lessons, the 3 things I always tried to emphasis were:

1-Their divine individuality. They should never be scared to be who they truly are. Heavenly Father ADORES them and made them PERFECTLY. They are already perfect
2-Their divine inner strength as women
3-how important and what an honor it is to be a STRONG and INDEPENDENT women

So when I hear words saying, "let me love you until you learn to love yourself" I want to yell back at my Iphone, "No! They should learn to love themselves before anyone else loves them, Ne-Yo". You think he can hear me?

So all my ladies out there, before I go for my morning run and listen to this song (maybe 3 times because it's got the perfect beat to run to, lets be honest), remember, there is nothing more sexy and attractive than a woman who loves and respects herself.

Ne-yo got it right with this song, however.



I still love you, Neyo, but I love myself more :P

(K-Everyone is now awake so I can use the treadmill now. Goodbye)

Happenings

Moving into our house in less than a week! (YAY)
Started crafting! (What the?? Who have I turned into!?)
Chopped my hair off. (Identity crisis maybe?)
Brother from Australia is coming this weekend! (UBER HAPPINESS!)

Back in the day when I had hair

Things are happening people! Things. Are. Happening. There is a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving and I'll start by saying how grateful I am for my hubster! He's incredible! Actually he transcends incredible!
I love you babe!

 Pictures to follow soon
:)
PS: I've deactivated my Facebook account. I'll be back during Christmas sometime. So please don't think I have some weird grudge against you...I don't

Our First Child!!!

I was going to title this blog post, "We're Expecting!" but thought that would be cruel to whom ever really DID care about our baby life.

HOWEVER...We are expecting to pick up our first child in 2 weeks and let me tell you, it's ALL Tristin and I can think about!

World, meet Sylar, our beautiful Savannah kitty! And yes, he IS names after this guy





For 4 years Tristin and I have been PINING for a Bengal or Savannah cat but the opportunity never cleared its way for us until this past Friday night when I was cruising the net looking for breaders in Utah that were selling Bengal kittens. Somehow I stumbled across Sylars advertisment and told Tristin that we had to inquire if this lady was REALLY selling her Savannah and WHY!

Turns out Sylar is not only a character but HATES it when his family is gone for long periods of time. His mom right now is gone 12 hours a day and Sylar despises that and gives her an earful every time she comes home. In conclusion his owner said she just wants him to go a a good and deserving home where he'd get lots of attention (something he'd never lack between the two of us).

Before going in to meet Sylar I ask Tristin if we should have a sign or code indicating that we liked him or not. Turns out as we walked through the door and were greeted by this HUGE and GORGEOUS cat we instantly looked at each other and said, "We'll take him!"

Sylar is PURRRFECT! Loves to play, loves to talk to you, is mischevious, independent, yet needy and is just SUCH a character! We can't wait to pick him up and take him to our new home in 2 weeks!

Our Roney family is growing!  Yay Team Roneys!

A Teeny Bit More Halloweeny

Fact: I'm not a Halloween type of person.
Fact: Tristin LOVES Halloween. I'm sorry babe. I'm a terrible wife for not making this holiday more real.

 You see, Im more of a Guy Fawkes Day kinda gal! (if you haven't watched V for Vendetta, do yourself a favor and put that DVD in your player!) BTW, HAPPY GUY FAWKES DAY everyone.

Remember remember the fifth of November. The Gun powder Treason and plot. I don't see why the fifth of November should ever be forgot.

Back to Halloween. October was a blast! It was like one long Halloween party weekend after weekend. And I've GOTTA show you the 3 (YES 3!) outfits my brother did this year for Halloween. His Halloween enthusiasm makes up for my lack thereof.

Three weekends ago was Conryd's Zombie race in Sandy, UT. You can either run this 5k as a human or a Zombie. Of course he picked zombie (why is my family obsessed with Zombies?) Get this: he did his own make-up! AMAZING right?

He's the infected dude on the right.

The next weekend (the 27th), Tristins cousins and siblings had a Murder Mystery dinner, Circus style! Here I actually DID dress up for my part (barely). I was Skylar Topplett, tight Rope artist extraordinaire. Tristin was Rob (Forget his last name), the dude who catches the trapeze artists. 

Best thing about dressing up for this dinner? We both got to wear sexy tights!! And both pairs were mine :P

I tried REALLY hard to get him to lose the green shorts so he could show off his sexy legs...he refused :(

 That same weekend Conryd had a halloween party he went to and showed up like this! He also won Best Costume (for obvious reasons)

The day before Halloween Tristins family and I went to Lindon to ride the String Town Haunted Express Train. Basically this family in Utah put this massive train ride together that goes inbetween several homes in the neighborhood. They have 300 volunteers from their ward help out at this event dressed up as ghouls and goblins, witches, creatures, make up artists....you name it! And its a FREE ride (only cost us 2 hours of waiting in line. Trust me, it was worth the experience!!)

While waiting in line the kids could play games, get scared by the characters, etc. We also had the opportunity to take a picture with Jack Sparrow.

The ride was incredible! Try it out next year! you won't regret it, I promise!

On Halloween we didn't do much other than have a Haloweeny dinner with Tristin's family. Kim always put on an amazing dinner and dresses up as a witch. Prior to dinner I went over to see Conryd, Aly and Evans costumes.

Aly, I hope you don't mind me posting these pictures...

Isn't that incredible? And Evan is the cutest bunny I've ever seen!!! My urges to want to eat him alive still prevail. 

And last but not least (no, the fun isn't over just yet!), we had our Zombie chase this past weekend!! It was incredible! Here we DID get chased by zombies. And not just any zombies, but the BYU track and cross country team zombies!

I was determined to not get "infected" and run the hardest I'd ever run. Prior to the race everyone gets a flag. If a zombie chases you down and catches your flag you are infected and get an infected shirt at the end of the race. I WAS NOT going to get caught.

the beginning was intense! everyone was huddled together on this teeny tiny path. Trying to pass people was impossible for the first 5 minutes. 

I was 5 feet from the finish line and still had my flag in possession....until a zombie sprinted past me and snatched it from my waste band! FIVE FEET!!!!! FIVE STINKING FEET!!!! I was SO TICKED! I heard several people groan when they had witnessed my flag getting stolen. 

Infected or not I still got a great time of 23:30 for the 5k! It almost makes up for getting infected. 

And I guess the infected shirts are pretty cool too!

Hope you all had a magical Halloween!

I Lack Boundaries

Apparently the prefrontal cortex is the part of your brain that is suppose to pick up on social norms and abnormalities. It's the part of your brain that tells you, "you'll be socially awkward if you do that".

Apparently my prefrontal cortex doesn't work when I get really excited.

This past Saturday I got to meet Joanna Brooks at The U of U! She's kinda my hero for SO MANY reasons! (I may have a golden shrine dedicated to her...JK...or am I?) I was SO excited to meet her and talk to her and take a photo with her (Creep-o-meter  going up) that when we all went in to take the photo I was TOTALLY crouched up next to her and in her space like we were best buds!!

In my defense I thought EVERYONE was going to snuggle together for the photo. Whoops...Sorry Joanna. I'll respect your personal space next time round.

Joanna Brooks is the author of The Book of Mormon Girl. She's not only an incredible writer but an incredibly sensitive, loving, and empathetic person who strives to bring awareness for equality especially among women. The best way she does this is by demystifying what it means to be a devout Mormon and a feminist. Feminists are not angry women. Feminist are a community of women who may be housewives, working women, singles, teachers or young students who all believe in a God who adores His children equally. 

After hearing Joanna Brooks talk, me and the girls went out for drinks and a snack. In light of the nature of the womens conference, and because I have a very sick sense of humor, I suggested ( that's a lie, I INSISTED) that we go to this place....just for kicks:

I'm a bad person...

Don't worry, we ordered herbal teas and hot chocolates followed by a quick stop to the chocolate shop (apparently it's a famous chocolate shop but I've forgotten the name)

Girls day out = success. YAY for Women! And YAY for chocolate!

Weep Not for Roads Untraveled...

Leaving CO was rougher than I thought it would be. I often told Tristin, "I wish people would forget we even existed here, it would make goodbyes SO much easier," but then I realized how selfish and ungrateful that sounded. We gained SO many friends and met so many people we dearly love. Life wouldn't be the same without them. They deserved a proper goodbye, as did we.  Our last month there I kept joking with T about tying him to the car and driving to Disneyland where we could ride away our sadness.I kept my cool til my very last working day when I was alone and everyone was out of the office. As I packed up my massage room I had a fat pity party for myself followed by some happy Owl City tunes.  I never knew I could love my clients so much but what shocked me was their love in return. They had become a part of my great big Colorado family and so saying goodbye every day was probably harder than saying goodbye to South Africa 10 years ago.  I hate even admitting this but I didn't even stay for my last Sunday in Young Womens. Saying goodbye to my girls would have been too hard...so I left after sacrament (selfish, I know!!!)

Our last Room Mate get together! You guys were the bomb.com

The packing Crew

However, we survived the sadness and heartache. We packed our truck in 45 minutes, left a day earlier than planned and said goodbye to Boulder as we drove away in the rain.

But don't feel too bad for us...we spent the next 10 days in Grand Cayman, burning all sadness away with sunshine and salt!

 *more pictures to  come*

Soon after our Cayman trip it was back to reality. We met with a mortgage officer, started looking for homes to buy, fell in love with a few and finally decided on one.

Thats right, folks, we are moving up in the world and are becoming home owners soon. Just the other day I bought our very first fridge for the house and we were SO PROUD of ourselves!!! By Thanksgiving we will be ready to move in and say goodbye to the boxes of stuff that are sitting around our temporary bedroom right now. No point in unpacking boxes to just pack them again, right!

Tristin has started his BYU PhD program, along with work and is a VERY busy boy these days. I'm lucky I get to see him at all. Even on the weekends he's working on research projects or papers for his classes. Full time school plus 35+ hours of work a week is not easy but trust Tristin to be able to do it. The hubster is brilliant and continues to amaze me more every day. 

My Shy Guy

What is even more amazing to me is that he loves the work he's doing at the BYU Advisement Center (Hi Kerry), loves his professors, loves the research groups and projects hes doing and loves his cohort in his program. Everything here was just SO easy! No struggles, no large obstacles, no nothing!

Dessert at the Grad Night Dinner. Peter, from the cohort, won a half semester scholarship and did a cartwheel while receiving it! It was brilliant! the Psych Department was definitely the loudest!

People keep asking us what it's like to be back. The truth is this: sometimes it feels like we never even left and that CO was some sort of strange dream.  But then I'll get a loving text message or phonecall here and there from CO friends that remind me that I really DID exist there once upon a time and that there are still people there that love us...I left a few footprints and people still feel them. That, to me, is a warming feeling

It's good to be back in Utah Valley. I've missed my family and forgot what a luxury it was to have them around ALL the time! Even my little nephew knows and remembers me now. He now allows me squeeze him and give him kisses ALL THE TIME!! (obsessed much? Maybe...)

Even with that messy face I wanna eat him alive!

Family hike

Life continues to unravel gloriously every day. I know this is where we are meant to be.  I've felt the "pull" of Utah Valley calling us home for a long time and even though I was scared to come back, it was worth it.

13.1 Miles of Awesome

13.1 miles
1:44 minutes of straight running
1300 calories burned
3 days of intense muscle pain (and then some)

Yeah, it was TOTALLY worth it!

This past weekend Tristin and I ran the Nebo Half Marathon. It was one of THE COOLEST things I've ever done. Maybe even cooler than bungie jumping off the Orlando Towers in Soweto, South Africa!

Here's the nitty gritty details of the day:

~5am-Wake up
~6:15am-Get on a bus with the other runners and drive up Nebo Canyon
It was the longest 13 mile bus drive I've EVER taken. After 30 minutes I asked Tristin, "are you sure you signed us up for the half and not the full marathon....this seems like an awfully long bus ride."
And how were SO MANY PEOPLE that chatty at 6:30 in the morning! It was a LOUD bus ride.  I mean, seriously, people, I was ready to take a nap.
~6:55am-Get off the bus.
The race was suppose to start at 7am. As we get off I head straight for the porter potties. Nerves+stress+anticipation=Upset stomach (TMI??).
HOWEVER!!! HOW. EVER...the dude on the loud speaker says, "Excuse me everyone but we WILL start at 7am. Those that just arrived please come to the starting line. We are going to start in 2 minutes".
WHAT THE WHAT!!! I couldn't believe what I was hearing, not to mention that the lines for the Honey Buckets (honestly, who names porter potties The Honey Buckets. What kinda sick sense of humor is that, people?!) were super long!

So the race starts and T and I are just finishing up. No warm up, no stretches, no nothing. But no worries, Our timers only start when we cross the starting line so I guess I shouldn't have been freaking out.

So as we were about to start I stop and say, "WAIT! I've gotta take a picture". So now we're late, stressed (well I was stressed, Tristin was chilled out as always) and freezing in the cold while I fumble for the phone. Good times!! (It actually was good times! I loved every second of it)
 ~7:03am-Start running!

The starting line. Its a little blurry coz I was shaking.

Finally we are off! The run was not only a blast but it was BEAUTIFUL! and I was listening to a killer music playlist of what Tristin likes to call Cheesy Boy Band Crap. Mix the scenery in with awesome music and the best runners high I've ever had and you've got what I kept calling "a spiritual experience". Seriously, I thought this was just as amazing as going through the Temple for the first time ever!!! I kept thinking things like:

We should have signed up for the marathon! this is fantastic
Lets run 13 miles twice a week now
I cant wait to do this again! We should sign up for  one next month.

The high was awesome...until I hit mile 10. Then reality took over and my body was saying, "Um, I'm done. No more".

The last 3 miles were excruciating.

But WE DID IT! We finished! And we had both our parents there to meet us at the finish line! That was probably one of the best parts for me was seeing them all at the end! I felt like a kid again at a sporting event getting cheered on.

My big grin...because I was happy it was over (and super chuffed with my time I did it in)

Tristin sprinting to the finish line!

WOOHOO! Finished at last!

So YAY us! I'm proud that we did it and I really cant wait to do it again! And not only that but we did it faster than we thought we would. I placed 4th in my age group (20-24 Yr old) and Tristin placed 9th (25-29Yr olds).

So....
Run Half Marathon: Check
Goal Accomplished! Yay Team Roney