A much cuter shower in about an hour

I've been meaning to make a shower curtain for... oh, at least 2 months now. I finally got around to doing it last night. Up until now, we've just used a clear plastic liner as our curtain. Not cute. Last night our bathroom got a wonderfully girly addition:

I tried to get a good picture, but it's hard to see how cute it actually is. I love all the little flowers all over it! My ever-tolerant husband told me it "looks really cute," and didn't mention once the fact that it is decidedly feminine-looking. I really do love him! My bathroom still needs some decoration, but this is one more step in the right direction!

An Eventful Week

Usually, my life is pretty predictable: Go to work from 9-5 every day, come home, make dinner, watch sports, run some errands... just your average life. Not so this week! On Monday night, someone broke into my car. They bashed in my back window on the driver's side. DJ and I could not for the life of us figure out why they would choose my car to break into. It's a 2004 Hyundai Elantra with Wyoming plates and bald tires. CLEARLY it is not the nicest car on the street. Even DJ's truck had all of his sports equipment in the back seat. We couldn't think of anything missing from mine. Later that day, my mom called me at work and asked me if I was missing my temple bag. My immediate response was that I wasn't, but as I thought about it, I realized that it had been in the back seat of my car. I usually keep it in my trunk, but the last time I went to the temple I just threw it in my back seat afterwards and forgot about it. Here' a picture of my temple bag:

Now you might have an idea why someone stole it. It's a purse. Clearly, they thought they were going to get some money out of it. They were obviously disappointed with what they found, because my neighbor, a police officer, found my temple bag abandoned on the sidewalk a few blocks from my house. My initial reaction when I realized my temple bag was stolen was a completely sick feeling. The contents of that bag are sacred to me, and I was so worried about what someone would do with those things that are so important to me. I was so so grateful that my neighbor found the bag, and even more grateful when I got home and checked the bag and found everything still there and perfectly intact. There were pieces of glass all throughout everything, but it was easy to shake it out and wash everything. All in all, it was a crappy experience, but we're glad it wasn't worse. All we had to do was spend some money to fix a window. It could have been much worse.

The beginning of the week wasn't great, but the end of the week made up for it. On Friday, DJ entered a contest at BYU. There were 25 people competing, and they had to do different tasks with basketballs. First they played "Simon Says" while dribbling, then they did figure 8's with two basketballs, then they threw the ball up as high as they could and caught it behind their backs. After all those challenges, there were only two people left, DJ and one other guy. The final task was to see who could spin a ball on their finger for the longest. DJ has been doing that since he was little kid, so that was an easy win for him. Since he was the last man standing, he won a 32" TV! We already have a TV that same size, so we're going to sell it. We basically ended Friday with $350-$400 more than we started the day with, which is awesome! DJ was presented the TV on the basketball court at halftime of the BYU-Fresno State game on Friday night. It was a lot of fun to see my hubby down on the court with our new TV! They kept the camera on him for an awkwardly long period of time, but I got some pretty good pictures of him from the big screen in the Marriott Center!

I'm so proud of my basketball-playing hubby! Sometimes loving sports as much as he does pays off big time :)

Fight Night

DJ and I don't fight. We had a few very minor disagreements since we've been married, but we've never once raised our voices at each other. Until a few nights ago. And before you go thinking that I'm just airing my dirty laundry on my blog, let me explain. I woke up in the dead of the night to DJ literally SHOVING me in the back with both his hands. The worst part? I was on the the very edge of the bed. I was in very real danger of going over the edge, which is kind of a big deal, cause our bed is pretty high off the ground. So, for the first time in my life, I yelled at my husband. All I yelled was "DJ!!!!!!!!!" and he rolled over and left me alone. I'm pretty sure he woke up right next to me and thought I was crowding him, and thought that I was over on his side of the bed when in reality, he was crowding ME right off the bed. What a punk. The best part of all of this? He has no memory of it whatsoever. Good thing one of us does, because it's a pretty good story to tell :)