August 2009

As August began, our first anniversary crept ever closer, and we couldn't have been more excited. On the morning of the 8th, I went out to our car, the adorable Chevrolet Tracker, to get something out of my purse. To my surprise, it wasn't there. We searched the car inside and out, and turned over every leaf in the house. No purse anywhere. Since Allen left the car unlocked, we all came to the obvious conclusion that someone had stolen. Contents of the purse appeared near our house to further prove this claim.

Later that day, we were supposed to go to the Hilton Garden Inn in Layton, Utah to celebrate getting over the "one year hump." But after the demoralizing blow we had just received, we didn't want to do anything, let alone celebrate. Somehow, someway, we mustered the energy to go to that hotel, but needless to say the night was pretty lackluster. It was nowhere near how bad the day had been, but it wasn't as great as I wanted it to be. A little reminiscing later and the entire shindig wasn't a complete loss.

Towards the middle of the month, Allen began missionary lessons to become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I'd been casually suggesting that he should join the church since we got together, but I wanted him to make his own decision. It might have taken him awhile, but he stood on his own two feet against a family who didn't agree with his religion, and forged ahead. For that, I'm proud of him.

The job search continues. Finding a job these days is like finding a needle in a haystack, or Waldo in a "Where's Waldo" puzzle on steroids. Oh well!

See you next time. Buh-bye