No homework, please.

Curt and I set pretty high goals. This was what we planned to do Saturday:

Work till 12.

Sleep till 2.

Study (espanol y management) till 4.

Cookie break.

Essays (two to be exact) till 7.

Dinner.

Work more on speeches till 10.

Homework until 12.

This wasn't exactly what happened. Instead it looked more like:

Work till 12. (according to plan, check)

Lunch.

Slept till 4:30 or 5:30 (if your Curt).

Study espanol till 5.

Cookie Break (much needed).

Dinner at TGIF (free Appetizer) till 9.

Decided we wanted to watch a movie.

FamilyVideo at 9:30 (zeroed in on Social Network).

Watched movie till 11:30.

THEN we got around to a bit of homework.

Like I said, we set very high goals for ourselves.

More about my Mondays.

Setting: YMCA
Job: To greet members and answer phones and crack some jokes and make people feel at home.
Time: 6:38 pm
Situation: A man calls the YMCA. I hear children in the background. This is the conversation:


Man: Can you page Megan B.? (Name will not be fully revealed)
Me: Sorry sir, we aren't able to page anyone in the building.
Man: Okay, can you go find her?
Me: We aren't able to do that either. It's our privacy policy.
Man: Well, leave her a message. Tell her that her babysitter is QUITTING as of now. He is DONE. She better come back and get her kids. I am NOT taking care of them anymore.
Me: (trying to hold my laughter inside, not working) Is everything okay sir?
Man: Yes, give her the message.

I was crackin up. It was funnier in person. Believe me.

I work every Monday, 2:00pm-10:00pm. It's a pretty rough day. Especially after going to class from 7:30 am- 12:30 pm. Man oh man. I am dead. I took a quick nappy when I got home, that helped a little. But there is one thing that helps me get through the evening. My wonderful husband, Curt Dawg, brings me dinner at approximately 7:45. I absolutely love this. It breaks up my evening a little, and I get a small break from the onslaught of members. Curt is too good to me. Today he picked up sammiches from South Street. Nom nom nom. If you haven't been there, you need to. It's on South Street, believe it or not. Anyways, I was starving by 7:45 and let me tell you, that pulled pork sammiche tasted glorious. Especially when topped with fresh corn bread smothered in butter and honey. Are you salivating yet? And on top of that, I was with the most handsome loving man in the world. It can't get better than that. Unless, of course, I was eating a Curt Dawg sammiche. But we won't get into that. 

I guess what I am trying to say is, Curt makes my life a million times better.

A little motivation goes a long way.

Where would we be in life with no purpose, nothing to look forward to? It amazes me how some people believe that there is nothing to live for, once we die, we die. I don't understand how you can live with that kind of perspective? You need something to look forward to, something to push you through the rough times. For example, couple volleyball. The only thing keeping me going through the weeks in the promise of a competitive game of volleyball. What is more rewarding that winning a long volley with a beautiful set and a perfect hit? Ahh I love that feeling. I love the sweat dripping down my back. It tells me I am working for the win. It's even better when you are along side you wonderfully athletic and competitive husband. When we get together to play a sport, or anything at that matter, we play hard. It is definitely something that ties us together.

But I can't tell you enough, couples volleyball is wonderful. I think about it all week. Man, I wish it was Friday all ready. So we can play some volleyball. But it's not all about the game, it has a lot to do with the people. So many good people come and make the whole night a blast. Everyone that comes all know each other so well. It's kind of a little cult. Kinda-not really. Just a big group of friends.

And what makes it even better is hanging out AFTER volleyball. Man oh man. I love people. I am definitely a person who NEEDS people. I need to converse and be surrounded by individuals. And this is a great opportunity. Friday night, we kicked it at our place for a while eating Kelly's delicious oreo cheesecake cupcakes (to die for) and discussing how many syllables are in words.

Words we discussed: Every (2 or 3 syllables?), Argyle (2 or 3 syllables?)...i think we can to the conclusion they both have two. But this debate was ongoing...

And last couples volleyball we played Quelf, one of the most ridiculous and random games I have ever played (thank you Ryan Habben).

I am so glad we bumped it up to every two weeks now.

I always wanted to marry a boy scout.

Wish granted. 

My husband is a boy scout through and through.

Relapse.

Curt was graciously given a pair of beautiful pumas for Christmas. (thanks mom :) )

These pumas have caused a major relapse for Curt. He cannot think of anything else besides soccer. His mind is gradually becoming more and more consumed by this game. It is starting to take over his life!

This was our conversation this morning:
"Curt, do you want your warm, masculine robe?"-me
"why that is a wonderful idea."-Curt
"Here you go honey."-Me
"Thank you so much....I want soccer"-Curt

This is pretty much the basis for all our conversations. Ever single subject is referred back to soccer...the weather (he wishes it was spring so he can play soccer), school (he wants school to be over so he can play soccer), milk (it's white like his soccer shoes), sleep (he dreams about soccer).


I have called the doctor several times. He doesn't know what to do. I'm worried for his well being. Soon he won't be able to function. He will enter into a soccer coma!


I have a secret though. I think about it just as much. Spring please come.

It can't hurt to wish a little.

While I sit here, in my lonesome, I decided to look at things that my selfish self wants, which I can probably never have.  But they are just so darn cute.

Anthro.

ModCloth.

urban outfitters.

anthro.

 

 

 

anthro. i love yellow.

Okay, enough for me tonight. I'm hungry and pretty tired. I'm going to eat cereal and then shower and then brush my teeth and then put jammies on and then go to bed. Good night.

I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me...

This is a first for me--Us-- I mean.
Curt has left me. Temporarily of course, for the night.
This might sound pathetic, but I really really hate being home alone.
Something about it drives me insane. and most of all I dread going to sleep ALONE.
I haven't had that problem for a long time, one of the pleasures of marriage--slumber party for life!
Anyways, tonight Curt is off in the dark, scary woods in the freezing cold.
He is camping with young adolescent boys (also known as boy scouts) who want to prepare themselves for out doorsy predicaments.
I think the best preparation you can tell these kiddos are to avoid the cold. Hibernate. Never leave your comfy bed. If they follow this advice then all will be well. Why would you send your vulnerable child, who has little fat on him, thin skin, and probably sucks his thumb, with nothing but a tent and extra long underwear outside, with snow on the ground?? And sleep on it! They are walking in a death trap. All I hope now is that Curt's manly body hair will keep him warm. That's what is there for right? Honey, please be alive tomorrow. ILY.

What's a story without magical unicorns and plump gnomes?

The Beginning

Once upon a time, in a far, far away land there was a princess. This princess was young and restless. She hated being trapped in a land where she knew no one. “How could the king do this to her?” she would ask, “Why would he punish her so?” Oh, how little this princess understood. The King had a plan for her. He could see the bigger picture.

Over time this princess met other princes and princesses in the kingdom, mostly through religious activities. There was one particular prince who she fancied above the others. His name was Prince Isenbarger. It seemed as though every princess was chasing Prince Isenbarger. Who wouldn’t? He was tall and strong. He had dark hair and blue, blue eyes. And when he smiled, the princess felt as though she would melt inside. But it would never work, she thought. The King was to ship her off to become an educated and learned princess in a few days time. Again she asked herself, “how could the King do this?” She finally met an honorable and worthy prince, and not to mention, a very attractive one. It was puzzling, to say the least. Nonetheless, the King had the final say.

Leaving the handsome and well groomed Prince Isenbarger behind, the young princess went off to the learned kingdom of Sir Brigham Young. She studied diligently and achieved high grades. She learned many great things and met many wonderful people. Yet that young and handsome prince never left her mind. No one in all of Sir Brigham’s kingdom stirred her heart the way Prince Isenbarger did. Thankfully, the princess had a magical contraption. It was a little box with magical buttons that allowed the princess to talk to the prince every night. They talked into the wee hours of the night, every night, growing more and more in love with each passing day. Prince Isenbarger was her prince charming.

They had many hardships to face. They were separated by high mountains, firey dragons, raging rivers, and empty deserts. It seemed as though there was little hope for these young lovers. They questioned the King, “why must we face so many challenges?” They were on the brink of desperation. But on one blizzardy day, Prince Isenbarger could take no more. He jumped onto his flying horse, and braved the empty deserts, raging rivers, dangerous dragons and lofty baggage fees. He soared past mountain peaks and icy tundra. Anything to return to his beautiful princess.

When he saw her, waiting for him, he knew that he would never leave her side again. He picked her up in his arms and asked her, “Will you make me the happiest man alive and be my queen for all eternity?” The princess’ skin sparkled with joy. Happiness bubbled inside of her, and just then, she had a glimpse of what the King had planned for her the entire time. She shouted with ecstasy, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Prince Isenbarger strapped her to his flying horse, and together they flew into the horizon.

Upon their return, the King praised them for their ability to overcome all trials. He gave him His kingdom for being obedient to His words. The two were married in His holy temple, with His holy consent. They were sealed together, as Queen and King Isenbarger for all eternity -- one of the greatest gifts of all.

* * * * *

I say ‘The Beginning’ because in reality, this prince and princess have just begun their life together. They have begun a new chapter in their fairytale story; a chapter that will be filled with much happiness and joy emphasized by trials and tribulations that will surely come their way. It is the beginning of us -- Curt and I.

I tell this story to show that we are all princes and princesses in our Father’s eyes. We are living our lives, day by day, to return to our beloved King. And if we follow his commandments and have faith in His plan, He will bless us with all of the joys in the world. I have come to learn to trust my Heavenly Father more than ever this past year. I now understand that I cannot understand what He has in store for me; but I can follow His words and commandments. By doing so, Heavenly Father promises us everything He has.

-Curt & Vanessa

2010

It takes a little dedication and a lot of patience.

Which I don't have at all. Me and patience aren't friends really. We should be though, I think it would help me in the long run. Anyways, the reason for our mysterious and long going disappearance from the world of blogging is one annoying reason. We have the worst internet in the whole entire world. This reason alone is keeping me from the necessary realm of the internet. And because it takes about 12 years for a page to load, especially that dang gmail, I tend to get very very upset. I yell and scream and throw things across the room. That was all a lie-but I do get upset and complain a lot.
So there you have it, I am not purposefully avoiding all you out there who may perhaps possibly wonder what the Isenbargers, namely Vanessa and Curt, are doing these days (which really isn't too much, besides attending our new classes and working diligently for this internet connection that works so horribly).

Updates we soon be readily available.