Happy Birthday, Mom!

My mom's birthday was May 6th. Between finals, papers, and a nasty computer virus I was unable to write her one on time. And then between graduation, parents flying in, and an awesome vacation I am only now starting it. Sorry mom!

Here is my mom:

(she's the one on the left...not wearing a tuxedo).

Basically, my mom is the best. She is quirky beyond belief, she loves to spoil her grandchildren (and children), and she is very creative. As a kid I went on so many adventures with my family thanks to my mom. She loves to hike, boat, explore places, etc. She was always very supportive of us kids trying to find our identities. She never said no to any hair dye or style that we wanted to try. In fact, I remember the first time I wanted to dye my hair, I told my mom I wanted a new color and she emphatically said, "OOH! Like PURPLE?" uh...no. It's always been fun when mom's around.

My mom is very selfless. I called her at unruly hours of the night and/or morning when I was having a crisis at school and she never once complained. She has given approximately 10,000,000 back scratches and foot rubs. She's like a personal spa!

She is very hard working at all she does. She went back to school in her 40's to become a nurse. She has gone to various classes to learn new skills. She's the best.

Happy very late birthday, Mom! Thanks for having me! :)

Heeeeere we go!

Ok, I have so much to blog about, it's not even funny. I'm a little overwhelmed by all the posts that I need to write, so bear with me. I'm just going to start from the beginning and work my way forward. Stay tuned!

Identity Crisis

Tomorrow is my last day of school. ever. I'm talking about for the rest of my life. And that is weirder than weird.

My entire life I have never EVER liked school. I was the kid (and college student)who always stared at the clock in every period, waiting to go home. I never had a summer break where I was excited to go back to school. Usually the beginning of each school year was met with sheer dread. School has never been good.

And here I am, practically hours away from being done with school for the rest of my life...and I'm sad.

Am I going to miss lectures, homework, paying ridiculous amounts of money on books that I read twice in the semester? Uh...no. Not. One. Bit. What I am going to miss is being a student. Since Fall of 1991 I have never NOT been a student. I never took a semester off to work, didn't go on a mission, didn't take time off to find myself. Aside from summer breaks I have always been in school. It's all I know. Career? Isn't that what old people get? I always thought I was YEARS away from that.

Suddenly I feel old and boring. Whenever I hear about people in college, that will simply be something I did once long ago. Even though I certainly WON'T miss school, I WILL miss being a student.

attack on our bladders

Ok, so I hate hate HATE when people throw around the word "right". "We have a right to this and that and whatever we want! Blah blah blah." It drives me nuts because most of the time, these so called rights are NOT rights but simply things that people really want.

But I am totally gonna throw out the R word tonight.... I have the right to use the bathroom when I need to.

I just barely finished watching the news and Spirit Airline is going to start charging $1.50 for every time you use the bathroom while you are in the air. ....WHAT? Is that really allowed?? I mean, I would understand if you had the OPTION of using some fancy bathroom with a toilet that sang to you, but how can someone charge you to pee? What really really bothers me about this is whether or not you have to use the restroom is rarely a choice. I get the STUPID fee of paying to check your bag or paying $4 for peanuts because hey, that's your choice to use/eat those services. But it is not my choice to have to relieve myself on a five hour flight. If it is going to save me money to go right in my seat...I just might.

Hopefully no other airlines are going to take part in this insanity. Seriously, we gotta fight for our right to urinate, people!

oh, and did I mention that Spirit airlines will soon charge $40 per CARRY ON starting in August? Sheesh.

Goodbye 23....

In a few short hours I will be 23 no longer. AUGH! It has become ritual for me to get anxious on March 31 of every year. Even though I enjoy my birthday, I don't like the finality of it all. I can never be 23 again. It's weird but every year I sort of mourn my age. Am I the only one that does this? Probably.

For example, I remember literally crying on our livingroom couch while my mom stroked through my hair on March 31, 2003. I was turning 17, and I was NOT ready. I remember feeling as though I had not fulfilled all that 16 year old Sonja was expecting me to do. I had only gone on two very mediocre dates (and one was the ultimate pity date....his mom made him ask me)and I had yet to obtain my driver's license. I felt very similar on March 31, 2006 when I was about to turn 20. Me? In my TWENTIES? I'm not mature enough for that! I needed more time to let teenage Sonja live!

One thing that is different this year is that I feel as though I have fulfilled 23. This age has been one of the most important of my life so far. Between April 1, 2009 and March 31, 2010 I...

* graduated from BYU
* received my endowment
* got MARRIED!
* went on my first (of many, hopefully) cruises and went to two different countries
* moved to Oklahoma
* moved into my first non-student housing...with a BOY!
* began grad school
* went to Graceland!
* did a family counseling internship (do you know how weird it is to overhear someone in a waiting room say, "Hello, I'm here for my appointment with Sonja." Whaaat? That's meee!)
* most importantly, I have NOT had a job for the majority of this age...and I love that!

It really has been an incredible year. I don't say this to brag, but to give 23 year old Sonja props before she disappears into the past. And for the first March 31 in a very very long time, I am a little excited to meet the newer, older me.

Crazy weather

Living in Tulsa has convinced me that Mother Nature likes to play MASH....you know, the game where your future is predicted at random and often makes no sense (i.e. the husband who lives in a mansion that he pays for with the wages of a professional pooper-scooper).

Take this weekend, for example:

Friday: In the 70's, bright and sunny, everyone is happily walking outside in t-shirts.
Friday @ 10 PM: Pouring rain
Saturday: Prediction of 4-6 inches of snow.

uh....whaaaat? Better take off my flip flops and put on my snow boots.

Happy Birthday, Jeff!

Today is Jordan's older brother Jeff's 29th birthday! We just got back celebrating with him at a Sushi bar.(I'm trying really hard not to think of all the seaweed resting in my stomach right now.) And since he is our family, he qualifies for a birthday spotlight!


Jeff is one smart cookie. He knows so much about politics and world events. In fact, he wrote an article to Tulsa World a few months ago and got it published! (My computer is being dumb and not letting me link it, but if you google Jeff's name and tulsa world you should find it.)

Jeff is one of the most genuinely nice guys that I know! He is always willing to help us out in any way. For example, he and his dad drove all our crap from Seattle to Tulsa after our wedding...that's a 30+ hour drive, mi amegos!

Jeff also has some interesting fashion sense. When he isn't wearing an OSU shirt, you may see him in a kilt, which is what he wore to Junior prom! (I have evidence of this, but blogger won't let me upload it. Technology is such a bully.

Happy Birthday, Jeff!

Kissing Contract

Unless you live under a rock (or large bush if you are a fraggle), you have been subjected to infidelity plaguing our society. I do not enough energy to even begin to explain the many disturbances of the website ashleymadison.com, which is created exclusively for married people to seek out an affair with a stranger. (Did I mention their slogan is "life is short, have an affair"? I'm going to vomit.)It is naive to think that you are invincible to having your heart or emotions stray from your marriage if you are not careful.

That is why Jordan and I created our Kissing Contract last night.

(Ok, really the only reason we "created" it was because it came up in one of our many random conversations). But still, it is official now.

The Kissing Contract

If the circumstance arises in which a kiss is offered and/or accepted by one of the following female celebrities:

Olympic Skier Lindsey Vonn

Anne Hathaway

Then Jordan is allowed to grant them one closed-mouth 3 second (or shorter) kiss without receiving repercussions from his spouse or conscious.

If the indentical circumstance were to arise for one Sonja to kiss the following male celebrities:

Ewan McGregor

Conan O'Brien

Then she too could participate in a 3 second closed mouth kiss (with assistance from a step stool for kissing Mr. O'Brien) without consequences from spouse or conscious.

Other than the aforementioned celebrities, Jordan and Sonja will not kiss anyone else outside their marriage.

Just gotta go get this baby notarized and we're good to go!

...so who is on YOUR kissing contract?

While watching the Olympics....

I've learned some things...

1)I'm a bad person.

No, really. I am. Here I am watching the world's most trained and talented athletes- people who have sacrificed so much of their lives for their sport- and all I do is sit on my couch and secretly chant, "Fall! Fall! Fall! Fall!" It's not because I'm 100% evil- I just want the people that I like to win. And unfortunately, that usually requires the other athletes to fall and shatter their dreams. But I'm ok with that.

2) I do not like Russia.

No matter who you are, if you are a Russian athlete you are on my "oh, please do fall" list. I blame this on the following people:

Svetlana "Ostrich neck/fish lips" Khorkina

Plushenko (eat silver, buddy!)

...and that 2002 Russian skating scandal (too lazy to find the pictures).

3) Shaun White reminds me of a certain puppet...
Am I the only one who sees this?

brief update before class.

You know what it hard to do? Blog when you are busy. Especially when your laptop is PMSing.

Right now I have a half hour break before class so I thought I would dust off the ol' blog and update everyone on our lives.

Life is busy! I started my internship and school, which leads to 42 hour weeks of work altogether (and yes, I'm aware that lots of people work more than that, but I'm still tired by it. That also does not include the time I waste, er I mean dedicate to homework. Waaa, waaa, waaa.

Jordan officially decided that he wanted to go to OU-Tulsa. It's so nice to know where we are going...or I guess not going, since we don't have to move. Some nights it really sinks in that I will be this far away from my family for two more years and I get mopey, but overall, I am happy to stay in Tulsa.

We have 1:00 pm church and I LOVE it! I think I am the only person in the ward who is giddy about the time change. I'm sorry, but no good comes from 9:00 AM church.

Jordan and I saw "Valentines Day" and it dumber than dumb. My co-worker told me that Julia Roberts (puke) was paid 5 million for the movie....and she is in it for approximately 15 minutes. I'm too lazy to do the math, but I'm pretty sure that is around $333,333 per minute.

Annnnnd, I gotta go to class. Until next time, blog!