Old clothes...

Whit and I got pix taken before we were married in my grandma Louise's wedding dress and his Grandpa Fowler's hat and cane. It was so very, very hard to get Whit to do this...and even harder to get him to smile for it...but I tink it's cute.

Ayúdeme

I’ve always known that I'd someday fall during a car transfer. It's an easy transfer and I knew I'd eventually get complacent. Well, yesterday was that day. I was done shopping and getting back into my car in South Jordan, it was really windy. I always park with the nose of my car facing down an incline becaus I don't use breaks on my wheelchair and the slope keeps the chair snug against the car when I'm transferring. But as I was halfway between the chair and the driver's seat, my chair began to roll backward! I don't know if the wind blew it or if I was positioned funny or what. My feet were still sitting on the foot bar and they were rolling away with the chair, making my knees bend at an awkward angle. My slide board had fallen off the wheelchair cushion and landed on the top of the small front caster wheel, but the other side was still on the driver's seat...barely! The slideboard wasn't a "bridge" anymore and it was a real "slide" going down into the pavement...or at least the funny metal bottom part of the wheelchair. I was holding myself up with both my hands on the driver's seat, but my tush was slowly sliding down the board! I couldn't use my arms to scoot me more into the car because if I picked one up, I'd fall for sure. I couldn't lean into the car anymore than I was because I was straining to maintain the angle my body was at and not fall anymore forward and out of the car. My wheelchair was slowly roling further and further away (I still don't know how that was because I was on an incline going down and forward!). My legs were twisting even more and I was most afraid of breaking my ankles because my feet were still resting on the wheelchair.

I couldn't move my head because I was afraid that any extra body movement would jar me enough to lose the loose hold that I had. But out of the corner of my eye I saw some people nearby and I started yelling for help. These two guys came rushing over and I was so glad- except they just stood there! I didn’t know what was going on, I couldn’t look at them because I couldn’t move my head or my hold would weaken, all I could see were their feet and I kept saying help me! Help me! Then out of nowhere, I said “Ayúdeme!” And those two guys moved so fast, it was crazy! The one grabbed the wheelchair and pushed it a little closer so my ankles wouldn’t break and the other guy raced around to the passenger’s side and reached across and pulled me into the car.

Apparently, these two guys didn’t speak a word of English and “ayúdeme” means “help me” in Spanish. I don’t even know where that word came from, I mean, without thinking, I just said it. These guys didn’t even understand me when I thanked them so profusely in English.

So gracias, mi amigos!

I had this brilliant idea last summer that I'd keep a little journal of all the cute things Whit did for me and then give it to him on our first anniversary. I guess it worked out exactly as I thought it would, though I'd have liked a few more entries (I guess my brilliant ideas need to be more timely). Anyway, I put the little entries into a book and then illustrated it. It worked out okay :)

I made Whit his favorite cheesecake. It's an old family recipe I got from his mom and it calls for something like 11 ounces of cream cheese...which isn't a whole package, it's like a package and then some. I think Whit's favorite part of this was that I actually followed the recipe in it's entirety...but he told me that he's most happy that I don't take any creative liberties with asparagus in my desserts (sorry mom).

This is Whit with his almost famous pesto-alfred0-cheddar-deli turkey-olive-artichoke heart pizza :)

Valentines Day

We just had our first Valentines Day! It was awesome. We combined V-day with our first anniversary, so Whit went all out (and by all out, I mean real flowers, not balloons). He also made the card in the pix that's shaped in the LUVYOU. He made a heart-shaped pizza and decorated the table with the flowers and floating votives and (gasp) real plates! He rented my favorite girlie movies and even stayed awake through them. My husband rocks.

This picture was taken at a WSU football game in the summer of '03. It was one of our first dates when I could still walk (see, no neck scars).

Our Favorites...

Last year before we were married, Whit and I listed a few of our favorites. The idea at the time was that we'd list our favorites each year and just see how we've changed. We thought our anniversary was a good time to do this, but Whit forgot that was the plan and today I had to hold him down and force him to fill in the blanks. He just wouldn't understand why we couldn't just use the sheet from last year. After all, it's the same thing, isn't it? He's such a punk.

Blogging...

Whit and I (well...I...) have entered the 21st century and have discovered blogging. It's almost like family history in that our records are being collected as we go. I hope that computers can come to heaven with us because they're so much easier than scrapbooks and journals.

Today's our first aniversary! Well, almost - we're celebrating today because it's Valentines and there's no 29th. So we're finally (hooray) going to eat the stale, freezer-burned cake topper that's been monopolizing a good quarter of our freezer. I guess I've been wanting a bigger freezer for a while and after we eat the cake (or, more likely, throw it away) I'm getting one!