A few last things...

Today I turn in my keys and my laptop to my principal. My time here has officially ended, and the new chapter is soon to begin. Summer school is over in an hour and a half. We are having a super cool water party. My principal came in and told the kids to make sure to get the teachers all wet. Sounds fun eh? Families are coming into town today, I'm going to finishing moving (Taylor: Where'd you get ALL this stuff?), and hopefully I can fit a nap in there somewhere. Oh, I can't wait to be on the beach next week! 

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Fathers Day!!! I am so lucky to have such a wonderful father. He has taught me so much over the last 24 years! I have had a chance to reflect (and bawl my eyes out) as I pick a song to dance with my dad for the reception.  He has always been such an involved dad, and willing to do anything for his kids. When we were little we used to have daddy daughter dates, and I looked forward to those every time they came around. Another fun thing my dad and I used to do was make spice pictures. I would choose a page out of the coloring book. Dad would put the glue in each section, then we would use all my mom's different spices to create our masterpiece. Thanks dad for all the fun times, the adventures, your patience, your perseverance, and love. You mean the world to me. 

I also couldn't go without saying thank you to my soon to be father-in-law. He has raised four great children, one of whom I am lucky enough to be marrying. He has taught Taylor about hard work, having goals, and the importance of family. It has been fun to get to know him over the last little bit. Thanks Scott for being a great father! 

Crazy. Times Three.

Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

First, crazy how much I love this man. He loves me for who I am and is so patient with me. He calms me down, builds me up, makes me believe I can do anything, and supports my love for Diet Dr. Pepper. He drives an hour both ways just to see me on his few and far between days off. He has called me every night, without fail, since our first date. He is wonderful and amazing and I am so lucky.

Second, crazy that I am almost his wife. What I originally thought would crawl by has simply flown. Only eight days until we are sealed for time and all eternity. I can hardly wait.

Third, crazy how I am packing up my life once again. This is my 5th move in 6 years. And we will probably move again next year, bringing the total to 6 in 7. Starting a new job, surviving grad school, finding a place to live, hopefully not dying in a tornado (that's my ultimate goal), and living on a teachers salary, all big hurdles to conquer. Luckily I get to do them all with my best friend.

This might be the last post for awhile. It might be the last post on this site. But don't worry, those that want to watch our tornado dodging adventures can follow us at themcfarlandteam.blogspot.com. Send me an email or comment with your email, cause sorry folks, it's private. (now come on, we're not that interesting that complete strangers would want to read our blog!)

The Temple

Today I was able to go through the temple for the first time. What an amazing and special experience. It was so nice that Taylor was able to come. We also had my mom, Taylor's mom, my aunt Gina, and my Nana and Papa there to support me. It was great to be surrounded by family. It was a special day that I will always remember!

The Illinois Conclusion

So, after I finally got my bag in Illinois, I calmed down a little bit and was able to enjoy my vacation. It was fun riding on the airplane with the boys and they took their turns sitting with "Linny". After 3 hours on an airplane, with 4 year olds, things get a little crazy.

While in Illinois we had a big party for my grandparent's 50th anniversary. It was fun to see how many friends they have and hear stories from the past. My grandpa's college roommate was there and told us some of his antics back in the day. We mostly hung out, ate, and played whiffle ball. We got in a little fishing, complete with Papa's famous Wheaties bait.

The flight back home was just as crazy, but I made it and so did my bag. I think it will be a long time before I fly anywhere again! (P.S. Did I mention we have some Cub Fans in these pictures?)

The First 24 Hours in Illinois

Yesterday was completely crazy. It started off with Taylor taking me to work. What a nice treat. It just made my whole day. It made up for the craziness that was to ensue during the following 24 hours after.

After work, we went to lunch and he dropped me off at the airport. I was on my way to Illinois for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. My mom bought our tickets online, and therefore I was scheduled on a million different airlines. I was to fly from SLC to Boise, then to Denver, and then to Peoria. I went to Delta, they told me I was on United. Went to United, they said I was on Delta. After frantically making it to my gate, I arrived in Boise to find that United had given up my seat on the flight to Denver. I was supposed to meet my family and fly the rest of the way with them, but they had to go and I had to stay. Luckily my aunt and uncle and their adorable 3 boys were flying out an hour later on a direct flight to Chicago. Even though the airline had no idea where my bag was (details later) I got on the plane hoping that everything would work out. On the flight we watched Gilligans Island, took a little nap, and drank all the free 7 up we could get our hands on.

We arrived in Chicago, I had the twin boys with me, and we were walking through 5 lanes of traffic trying to get to the rental car shuttle. We barely made it out of Chicago and had a 2.5 hour drive ahead of us. We made it to the hotel, met my parents and settled in. I still had no bag, no pajamas, contact solution, toothbrush, etc. My mom was nice and stopped by the local walmart and picked me up a contact case and a toothbrush.

We woke up early this morning, got ready and came to Gmas and Gpas to hang out. I had been trying not to drink Diet Dr. Pepper, but after this adventure, I needed one. I called the airline this morning, and they said my bag had ended up in Minneapolis (seriously?) and that it would be here by 5pm. After that we were on a mission to change my return flight to avoid the same problems. My mom was on the phone with the airline for an hour and a half! Somehow they deleted all legs of my flight except from Denver to Boise. So, after an hour and a half of ridiculousness, I was back on my original flight, and we weren't going to worry about it. Well, not for now at least. I got my bag at the airport, the 45 minute drive took Kels and I two hours (go figure). At least now I don't have to wear the same clothes for 3 days.

I think tonight I am going to sit in the hot tub and soak it all away. Oh, and next time, I'm going to carry on and fly only on one airline.

Grand Plans

Today I had grand plans. I even had to get out my planner to write them all down. Then, after summer school I went to see my favorite podiatrist (really, he is wonderful). We talked hockey, camping, and then he gave me the news. I need surgery. He asked, "Do you want to be in a boot for your wedding?" I promptly replied no, and he decided to try some other measures before we go ahead with surgery. Needless to say, the list of my grand plans has kinda gone out the window because I have a numb foot. I put my sandal back on after the procedure, and had to look like 5 times to make sure the straps were right. I felt like I had straps in between my toes. What a weird sensation. Oh well, there's always tomorrow to carry out my grand plans.