We Are Friends!

For the last several weeks, my Bryce and I have had the opportunity, pleasure, adventure, experience, or what-have-you to have a semi-permanent house guest.

Jeffery "The Bowler Extraordinaire" J.K.
(Previously introduced here, as the Stroker!)

Jeff is a good friend of my Bryce and, given some family issues, we decided that he needed to become part of our little clan; at least for awhile. While Jeff was visiting we had way more fun than usual. I mean, no one likes staying with lame, stay-at-home hosts like my Bryce and I usually are; Jeff especially dislikes people like this. So we adventured.
We took a trip to see the "big white church in George" a.k.a the Latter-day Saint temple in St. George, UT, spent infinite hours playing Wii bowling, took a trip to visit the "above parents" in N-town, faithfully attended EVERY SUU Women's Basketball game (Yes, we are the fans in the second row :}), single-handedly kept ESPN in business by watching SportsCenter 24/7, gad a rocking Super Bowl par-tay, spent many an hour harrassing Papa B, Lonna and 'Lest aka Hairy aka Celeste, christened Erin Jo and Kyle's baby Fuffie (Jeff's choice, not mine), and made super-delicious-can't-get-enough-homemade granola bars. Take that Quaker Oats Man a.k.a the devilish preservative king of the world!

I really like using a.k.a. It's because I want to be a super secret spy with an a.k.a name. Ask my students!

It was quite the eventful few weeks and we are very grateful for the time Jeff spent with us. Of course he still comes over on week night to chill, but its not the same as having him everyday. We (and by we I mean me because my Bryce is nearly perfect in all of these areas so by overgeneralizing I don't feel too terrible) learned a lot about patience, gratitude, question answering, love, bowling, cast-wearing, and charity while Jeff was with us.

I now, give a running commentary of what I am doing and why I am doing it. It's a Jeff-born habit.

Semi-adopting Jeff was a very unique, inspiring blessing that I will never forget. Because really, who doesn't like getting big ol' hugs with the proclamation, "We are friends, right!", every half hour a.k.a Jeff's hugs are best :)



My Bryce and Jeff at the big white church!



Take a Bow little J.J., Take a Bow!

I would just like to thank my little Jean Jacket. The same little wardrobe staple that has taken up closet space since I was 17. Today my loyal, button-y, blue, brown stitched usually rejected companion helped me hear the compliment every woman dreams of waking up to. This morning, I put this on and my Bryce said

 "Daaanggg! You look hot." 
That's right J.J., you and me, we look hot. So, take a bow Jean Jacket. You deserve it :)