My long lost husband

So, Cristian has been living in Tulsa, Oklahoma since early May working at a Theater. It was a great opportunity for him to get some experience in his chosen field of Tech. Direction, so we were excited about it. Two months apart, not the most fun I could think of, but no problem. I have actually always been good with alone time, as I believe I have said in an earlier entry, and I am working on a show at night, so I am pretty busy and time goes quickly. I have also gone out to see him twice, complete with sleeping in two twin beds pushed together in his dorm room on the University of Tulsa campus. Thankfully the people in charge were wise enough to give him his own room. We had a great time, truly.

But, ok seriously? It's getting really old to live by myself. I want my husband back. Cristian comes home in about 2 1/2 weeks, and I can barely stand it. I am ready for the other half of my bed to not go completely undisturbed at night, and I am ready to buy a full gallon of milk again, not just a half gallon. I am ready to see the truck outside in our driveway. I am ready to do more than one batch of laundry. More than anything, I am ready for my husband to crush me with his backside as he slides into me to say prayers at night. I am ready to not have to just talk to him on the phone every day.

I was told today by a good friend of mine that a sweet older lady in our ward (who I adore, by the way) asked her if I was married. And if so, whether my husband was a member of the Church, since she never sees him. Yikes. Fortunately, most people in our ward are wonderful and always ask about Cristian, how he is doing, how I am doing without him, and when he gets back. That has meant so much to me that people care about him.

I am so glad Cristian has had this job, I think he has learned a lot, and it has been a good thing for him, and for us. So I feel this has been worth the separation. I just really miss my man and am ready for him to come home.

Why, Hair, Why?

So, my cousin Emily is in hair school. She is really talented and has been coloring my hair for a while and last week she cut it as well for the first time. I tried something a little different and told her to just do whatever she wanted. I trust her completely. She gave me some bangs and a few new aspects to my hair, and it was really cute. The next few days i enjoyed my new hair style and got many compliments on my look. Then came the dilemma that has plagued me my whole life. I had to wash my hair sometime, right?

The problem is I have a disability called Hair-Retardation. It ranges from mildly inconvenient to debilitating. I cannot, for the life of me, replicate what Emily did to my hair to make it so sleek and shiny and sassy. It has been a hard week, complete with a last minute trip to Wal-Mart for some head bands to try and salvage the mess I made. I wish I had some pictures to show, but I also kind of don't want this documented. Am I forever banned from the freedom of certain hairstyles by my disability? Can I get a handicapped parking sticker for this?

To the Jacksons

I was heartbroken this past week as I heard about the tragic accident that befell some friends of Cristian and mine. Molly and Vic Jackson's daughter Lucy choked on a piece of apple and had to be life flighted to Primary Children's Hospital in Salt Lake. I don't know all the details, but she went into a coma then passed away on Thursday. She would have been 2 years old on June 11.

I cannot imagine the pain and sadness of losing a child and I salute you, Molly and Vic, for your strength and testimonies. I cried as I read your blog and saw the hope you have in a resurrection; you know this is not the end and you will see Lucy again.

Our prayers are ever with you both.

I have pictures again!

We never found our camera usb cable, but we did find another one that works, so we finally were able to download pictures. I don't have anything really exciting going on right now, but I did want to post pictures from our anniversary in January. We stayed a night at the Venetian Hotel down on the Strip. It was gorgeous, and so fun. We ate at a great French restaurant called Bouchon. Yummy. I have to say, I was in charge this year, and Cristian didn't know anything until the last minute. I did a good job. I have the hardest time keeping secrets from him, but I pulled through, and he loved it. This is our room. Every room at the Venetian is a suite. I t was so beautiful. One of the nicest rooms I have ever stayed in. This is us down in the Canal Shoppes, where you can take gondola rides with people who sing Italian arias to you and pretend they are from Italy. They're not. I know these things, I have friends who are Gondoliers, so don't be fooled if you ever take a ride. Sorry to spoil it for you. Also, we wanted a treat so we went to the food court and got these shakes from Johnny Rockets, you know that 50's style diner, and they were like, $7 each. What a rip off.
I just want to say how grateful I am for Cristian. He is definitely who I need to be with. He is funny, kind, hard-working, creative, handsome, and wise in many ways I am not. He has taught me more in the last three years than I ever thought I would need to learn, (but don't worry, I did, and I keep learning) and I am so glad he chose me. My life is more complete with him as my partner, and I can't imagine my life without him. Did I mention I am crazy in love with him? And, by the way, next year it is his turn to plan. He always comes up with something good.

jet-setting couple?

Well, today I am off to LA for a Teacher's Conference for the vocal organization I am a part of. I will learn all about ways to improve my teaching, which I am very much looking forward to. I really won't know anyone, so most likely I will be playing it stag all weekend, but I am ok with that. I tried to get Cristian to come with me since he would get to see some good friends while I am in classes, and it would be fun to have him along in general. He is my husband, after all; I like to hang out with him on occasion. But he has too much going on at school and just can't get away. Such is the life of a graduate student in the Theater Arts. Always weekend work.

But I realized this morning that most of the time when we are out of town, it is either one or the other of us. We very rarely get to go somewhere together, usually because one of us is tied up at home, or we are not invited. By that I mean, for example, Cristian's 2 week internship he just completed in Denver. We probably go somewhere together twice, maybe three times a year, out of all the other times when one of us is gone. That happens to be a lot, between the two of us. Just this last month, C went to Denver for 2 weeks, was home for a week, then Houston for a week, now he is home, and I leave today for the weekend. That is a lot in one month, even for us. But this summer he will spend 2 months in Oklahoma working at a theater there. Obviously, I can't go with him since I have a job here and other responsibilities. I will go visit him a few times, and other than that, I have a few other trips planned on my own while he is gone. I figure, if he is gone anyway, I might as well make the best of it and enjoy myself.

Does this solo-traveling seem weird? We never think about it I guess because if we could we would go together, but we just do what we have to do. We are both pretty independent people, and by now we are used to it, so it's not a problem, just interesting.
Don't get me wrong. I miss him when we are apart, absolutely. The really important times, like weddings and family reunions, we go together, no question.
It just hit me today how busy we both are. I am totally rambling now, so I guess I am done.

Oh where, oh where...

Has our camera cable gone? You know the cable that hooks up your camera to the computer so you can download pictures? We can't find it. Poor Cristian had to go to a meeting last night about being a set designer for a show, and he had no pictures to show his work. How embarrassing. I felt really bad about it, and I looked and looked last night, but it was no where to be found. That also means I can't post any pictures for a while until we find it or buy a new one. Boo. I was going to do some back tracking and post about our anniversary in January. It was really fun, but I have nothing to show for it.
I hate losing stuff. It drives my crazy. Back in our first apartment, our favorite cookie sheet disappeared, and even amidst moving multiple times, it has never been found. I don't get it. I especially hate the stuff like that. How does one lose a cookie sheet? Ok, I want to know the most random item that has ever been lost to you. Don't be shy. This is a time for sharing.

It's true...

I am super lazy. I do not blog nearly as much as I should, thank you, Beth. I need to start calling you my Blog-Conscience. I guess I never feel like I have that much to say, unless something big happens. But here goes.
Cristian just got home yesterday from a 2-week internship in Denver. Now, he goes out of town for various reasons a few times a year, therefore, leaving me home alone. I actually do just fine with this. I have always been good with entertaining myself, and "alone time," so as much as I miss him, I always use those days/weeks to watch movies I know he won't watch with me, and read good books.
The only thing I am not so good at is going to bed by myself. I am more or less ok, but I am really good at freaking myself out when I am in bed at night, and so at least one night when he is gone, I give myself a good scare. Before I go to bed, no problem. But as soon as I am at bedtime, I can go a little crazy. First, I lock myself in my room, when we never even close our bedroom door at night when we are both here. Then, as I read my scriptures, or whatever, you bet I am always listening for sounds, foot steps in the hall, etc. We even have an alarm system which pretty much guarantees that there is no one in the house but me, but I still do it anyway.
The first time he left town after we got married, one night I was so freaked out I took our butcher knife and stuck it underneath our bed. True story.
But, probably the best was just 2 weeks ago, right after he left, his parents were still in town with me and we watched this ghost show called "the Paranormal State" on A&E. I totally believe in ghosts and spirits, and after the second episode, I was sufficiently frightened of bad, angry spirits. Long story short, I not only locked myself in my bedroom, but I slept with my bathroom light on. I was very grateful that I was not alone in the house that night. Seriously, I am a 10 year-old sometimes. I need a night light.