In Other News...

-Robert is in Virginia this week for training. He flew out rather unexpectedly late last night. He knew he had training this week, but he thought he was leaving on Sunday night. It wasn't until Saturday afternoon when he looked at his flight schedule that he realized he was actually leaving that night. So he has a full day in Virginia today to sleep off his red eye flight and play video games (yes, he took his Play Station with him.)

-Friday at work I had an interesting experience. In the morning there was a mother and her three little girls who came in and were being assisted by another case manger. While the mother was talking to the case manager the little girls (probably about 4-8 years old) came over and were looking at my things. They saw a picture of Robert and I on our wedding day and asked "Who's that?"
"That's my husband and I."
"Oh, is he your boyfriend."
"No, he's my husband, we're married."
"So is he your boyfriend?"
It was really sad that I had to explain to these little girls what a husband was, because the concept of being married and committed to one man was foreign to them. It makes me grateful that I was raised in a family that had a loving mother and father. I can't change the way other people choose to raise their children, but I'm grateful for the gospel and the counsel that we have about the importance of the family. I look forward to having my own little family someday and raising them with a mom and a dad.

Dodgers Game!

(It was Joe Torre Bobble head Night. I haven't figured out yet what we're going to do with two of these little guys)

It's that time of year again, baseball season. We went to our first Dodger game of the season on Friday. Robert loves going to Dodgers games, and I..., well, I love being with Robert. Seriously, the games are fun for me, but I tend to spend more time watching the other people than watching the game (and I do really enjoy people watching). I think Robert just has such a better understanding of the game than I do so he knows exactly whats going on. To me, they throw the ball, hit it or miss it, and run around the basses. But ask Robert what's going on and he'll tell you what the coaches are thinking, why the pitcher walked a guy, why the batter hit a fly ball etc. He is really good at explaining things to me, too, so maybe one day I'll figure out what's going on.

Friday's game was pretty exciting and even I spent a lot of time actually watching the game. The Dodgers played the Rockies and had seven runs in the first four innings. They managed to hold the Rockies to six (even though the Dodgers themselves didn't score any more) until the ninth inning. In the ninth inning the Rockies scored one run, so the game went into overtime. We decided we were going to stick it out until the end of the game. And then the game just kept going and going. Well, the Dodgers finally scored a run in the 13th inning and we all got to go home. By that time I secretly didn't care which team scored a run as long as we didn't go into another inning (but of course I was very happy it was the Dodgers). Next game: June 5 vs. the Cubs, Takashi Saito Bobblehead night!
Typical Robert. He's checking the scores from other games on his Blackberry.

I don't know if you can make out the time in this picture, but it says 12:21, A.M. That's what time the game ended after 13 innings. Whew!He he. We probably should have taken a picture of us together before midnight when we still looked awake.

Kevin and Ellen's Wedding

Congratulations Kevin and Ellen! They were married last week in the Denver temple, sealed for time and all eternity. They are such a cute couple and we are so happy for them. This also means we now have all our Wheat sisters since now all the Wheat boys are married. From someone who never had sisters before getting married it is very exciting to now have three! I like this picture. You gotta be tough growing up with the boys.

My Haircut

Yesterday as I was sitting in traffic I saw a hair salon and thought "Hmm, I really do need a haircut." I pulled into the parking lot and went in for a spur of the moment haircut because, hey, it beats sitting in traffic. So I walk in, they take my name, and I have a seat. When they call my name (..or some variance of it, I think it was Melanie this time)I get up and then, dum da dum dum, I see my stylist. It was a guy first of all. I am always more comfortable with women cutting my hair because they actually have to style their own hair everyday. Not only was this a guy, however, he was like a cross between Kramer and someone out of New York Doll. He had the tall, lanky, dark haired, eccentricity of Kramer and the necklaces, rings, and gaunt look of the New York Dollers. My exact thoughts as I approached him were "uhh, this is my stylist?? Okay...."

He was quite hilarious actually, although probably not in ways he thought he was funny. He was really rockin' out to the music in the salon. Between the time he would snip off my hair he would sway forward and back, as if he were playing a guitar. It was definitely my most interesting hair cut ever. In the end though I was happy with my haircut.