Letter From Jeff (3-4-2012)

I'm scrolling through documents on our computer and trying to organize it.  This is a gem that I found.  Jeff is so sweet

(3/4/2012)

To: Cortney Clemmer

When I saw you for the first time at Ruby Tuesday, I thought you were beautiful.  I liked your long dark hair, your facial expressions, and your spunk.  I thought that we would have so much fun if we went out.  I know I was a little unique on how I asked you but it worked didn’t it?  I did enjoy our first couple dates.  I had so much fun.  You were different then all the girls I dated before.  Over time I started to really like you then I started “liking you a lot”, then “loving you a little” then “loving you a lot”.  I’m so grateful that you decided to marry me.  I know at first you were nervous, I was too.  As days/weeks would go by that love increased 10 fold.  Now it’s hard trying to put my love into words.  I’m happy that we are trying to have a baby.  I do want a little Cortney with spunk or a little Jeff with freak outs.  I think that will be so fun and hard but I believe God wants us to start having children now. 

Thank you for being the best, sexiest, sweetest, coolest wife ever.  I know I married a girl out of my league.  I think you are a trophy wife.  I love you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much!!!!

Love, Your man from Hawaii 

Embarrassing!

My dream last night:

I was at my old house in Tremonton, with its large floor plan and unfinished downstairs. My family was there and I was late for work (mack's drive -in). It was dark and a bit damp outside so I wanted to take the truck, but I couldn't find the keys. While looking for the keys, I realized I needed to use the restroom, but I didn't want to be late for work so I searched and searched as my bladder filled with more and more liquid. Finally, I found the keys and rushed downstairs to go out the back door. Suddenly a bathroom appeared in the corner of the unfinished basement. Odd... Yes, but that is how dreams are. Since the bladder was near explosion, I sat on the pot and squeezed the lemon. I hoped I wouldn't be late, but the bathroom couldn't wait. I was so relieved and then I felt it... The warm and wet liquid and then I woke up.

End dream:

I peed the bed... No joke! I cannot believe it. 30 and still not potty trained. I must have been in a DEEP sleep. As I felt the bed I realized what was going on and ran to our bathroom. So terrible.... I know! But, I found out later that I have a raging UTI. I get them frequently, but have NEVeR wet the bed. Seriously! 

This one is actually pretty bad. The doctor thinks that it has gone into my kidneys. Which I can sure feel it. This one came on so suddenly and hit full force! Ugh! Luckily the pain isn't too terrible. I have prescriptions for the infection as well as for the pain. 

On another side note, Jeff has an embarrassing story too. He accidentally told one of the doctors at his work that he loved her! Ha ha. He was meaning to send the text to me, but somehow he got it mixed up and sent it to Dr. V instead. Good thing she has a great sense of humor. 

Well, Cory is hear visiting. It's good to see him. We have long chats about Pay and life in general. He really is such a good friend. Jeff is getting closer to him as well. They did two cross fit workouts together. I bought a milkshake and watched. ;)

I'm Not Crazy

Jeff and I gave a lesson today on journal writing for the 12-14 year old class at church. So we pulled out a lot of journals and started reading entries from them. Jeff's were so funny. They all talked about food. Ha ha! I realized that many of my entries were emotional ones. I need to start writing not just when I 'need' to. Writing for me is either therapeutic or drudgery. It's nice to write my thoughts down so that I can think through everything, but now I'm realizing that there are More entries where I am frustrated than those that are happy. This is not because I am crazy, it's because when things are good, I don't take the time to write. So here I am saying that my life is not all bad! It is wonderful and good. 

Wait, I just realized that if people read this, they will only be reading the happy posts. I don't Post all of my frustrating moments. I'm only writing this one to prove to Patrick that I'm not horribly crazy.