I Needeth it to be Warmeth!

I have started walking and I try to go every day, six days a week, but today I looked outside and thought "I can't do it." A blinding whiteout. Yesterday, I walked in the rain and wind; Tuesday in the cold - but no wind; Monday in the cold and wind. When I say cold, I mean it never gets above 35 degrees. Right now, it is 32, and I'm not budging.

I bought a pedometer to measure how many steps I walk and the distance. It clips on my waistband. Yesterday, I got three miles away from home in the wind and rain and because it was sooooo cold and humidity has an effect on me (it causes my muscles to constrict) and because I have a bladder the size of a walnut anyway, I needed a potty break. I looked around and nobody was coming either way - I'm out in the middle of nowhere - of course nobody is coming! And because I was about to have an accident I decided to go right there. I was really nervous, and I couldn't get to my sweatpants because my parka and gloves were hindering me and I finally had to rip my coat and gloves off and then I could pull my pants down. What a relief! When I finished I pulled up my pants, readjusted coat and gloves and was on my way back home - another three miles. I got a little ways down the road when I decided to check my pedometer. NO PEDOMETER! I stopped and looked around and decided it must have flipped off when I so urgently pulled down my pants. I went back and couldn't see it anywhere. A pickup passed me and I know they were wondering what I was doing peering so intently at a place on the side of the road. Who cares. Then I thought, "it must have worked off as I was walking," so I decided to stay on the same side of the road which I had just walked and look for it all the way home. I was serious about getting my pedometer back. Once I thought I saw it in some grass, but it turned out to be the shiny bottom of a crushed pop can. I wondered if someone had run over it and crushed it like a worm. Aas I came over each little hill, I thought that I would see it, but alas, it was not found. I thought as I was walking the last little way, "Did I even get out of the house with it? It probably fell off at home when I went to the bathroom before I left." When I got home I checked everywhere, but I couldn't find it. I was feeling bad, because: 1) I wouldn't be able to find out how many steps I had taken, 2) I was attached to my little pedometer and it had somehow become my little friend on my long walks and now it was laying out at the side of the road somewhere, alone and scared, wondering if I would ever come and find it, and 3) I would have to spend another $20 on a new one that probably would never measure up to my first one. I ate lunch alone and then went to practice the organ for about two hours. I went to the mail and the library and then came home. I cleaned some rooms and did some laundry, then Zack came home and I went visiting teaching. I know, you're wondering if I ever took a shower, well I didn't because I was in too much of a hurry. So last night, as I undressed to have a shower, I heard a familiar little rattling. What? I twisted and pulled the waistband of my pants around and there hooked on to the very back of my pants was my pedometer. And it had faithfully measured every step I took yesterday. I was so glad to see it, my little friend was back (Pun intended). I believe in my hurry to get my pants down yesterday at the three mile mark, I inadvertently slid the pedometer to my backside. Yay!, a happy ending to my day.

Now I've been told that I must answer some questions as part of a tag from Julie. I'm not sure I can remember so far back, but I'll try. Some of these could be embarassing.

1. Who do you love?

I love Alan, yes I do.

Morgan, Zack, and Andrew too.

And of course, I love Leah Jane,

My little smoocheroo

2. How long have you been married? I have been married for 25 years. Who'd a thunk it?

3. Who said "I love you" first. I don't remember this very clearly. I do remember asking Alan if he was falling in love with me once while we were dating. Looooong Awwwwkwaaard Paaauuuuse. I can't remember his answer, but I remember thinking, "I'm so stupid!"

4. How long did you date? Alan and I started dating in January and got engaged in October and got married in December. All in one year.

5. Where did he propose? Who said he proposed? JK. At my apartment in Logan. It was supposed to be at Temple Square the night before, but when we got to Temple Square it was closed. I think it took Alan by surprise that his plans went awry, so he just proposed the next night after USU beat BYU at the homecoming football game.

6. Who is taller? Alan and I are the same height.

7. Who is smarter? I know he thinks he is. Really, we're both smart in very different ways.

8. Who does the laundry. I do and Alan does. I wish he wouldn't, because his laundering methods are so bad for my clothes. At least he sorts into lights and darks now. It's the filthy grimey levis and my church skirts and tops all in one load that get me bothered.

9. Who pays the bills? I used to when everything was on paper and no computers, but Alan does now. It's complicated.

10. Who mows the lawn? I mow the lawn. It is something I am very particular about. It needs to be done by an expert and I am the expert.

11. Who cooks dinner. I cook. Too scarey to think of Alan cooking anymore. Alan can cook breakfast foods. He likes cooking crepes, pancakes, German pancakes, eggs and toast.

12. Who drives? We both drive. I'm glad that I don't have a husband who insists on driving all the time. Sometimes it is just better if I drive and he sleeps. You know what I like? When I look over at him and he is asleep. He knows me and trusts me to take care of us.

13. So now I will tag Stacy and Rebecca, my sisters-in-law. Just answer the same questions, or make up some of your own if these don't apply to those you choose.