Jer and I have been married almost three years. When we were first married, we were super poor. We used all of our wedding money on rent, and returned tons of stuff to walmart and used that money for food. Then Jerry graduated and started working full-time. We weren't so poor and we started to pay off loans. Now Jerry is a graduate student and we are having a baby. Let me put it this way-- we have never been this poor. And I am hoping we will never have to be this poor again.
Believe me, I am not asking for sympathy. For some reason I find the whole thing disturbingly funny and interesting. Maybe I am just going crazy? Some people would probably find this whole situation stressful and depressing. But not us! (okay, maybe a little) I think we both know better financial days are ahead.
I mean, really, things can only get better.
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Monday, January 2, 2012
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Update
I have no idea what direction this post is going to take. So hold on to your seats!
School: I still have one year left. I got into the School of Music 2 years late... and it is a 4 year program which I am doing in 3 years and everyone thinks I'm crazy. I think I'm crazy too. But I love doing what I love every day. Jerry got into the MPA program at BYU! This is a big deal. I could not be prouder of him.
BYU Singers: We went to Chicago in March to sing at the ACDA convention. It was a great experience. We had a lot of free time. I did a lot of shopping and eating. The coolest part of the whole experience was getting stopped in the middle of Chicago and being asked if I was in Singers. We worked really hard on some crazy music and did it justice. Now we are leaving next Tuesday to go on tour to Colorado. It definitely is one of the least exotic places that Singers has toured to, but I'm sure it will still be a rewarding experience. I don't know if I will do Singers again next year (I was in this same dilemma last year too, ha) but if I do they will be going to England or China.
Dreams: Yes I still have crazy dreams all the time. In fact, last week I was sick and was only able to get really light sleep, and woke up every 15 minuets. So I had nights with dozens of crazy dreams.
Church: I have been choir director for almost a year, but I was just released. I was kind of sad to leave because my choir was just getting to be really good! I was finally not very nervous any more, and I was able to get more done in rehearsal and teach the choir how to make a really beautiful sound. This past Sunday we performed 3 pieces for Easter. I felt the Spirit so strongly as I was conducting and could feel it guiding me and the members of the choir. It was an edifying experience that I will never forget.
In addition to being director, Jeremiah and I have been primary teachers for the 5/6 year olds. We grew to love our class from last year, and were sad to see them move up at the year change, but we are learning to love our new class just as much. It is amazing what children can teach us. Our new class has 8 kids. EIGHT. They can be a hyper, busy bunch, but the moments when they really listen are so precious.
Marriage: (I give you permission to skip this paragraph if you are queasy) Jerry and I had our 2 year anniversary a few months ago! It is still weird to me that I am a married woman, but it is even weirder to think that there was a time when I wasn't married. I find something new to love about Jerry almost every day. I have found my life with him so far fulfilling in a way that I could have never imagined before. I feel so blessed that God has put this wonderful man in my life who loves me more than I feel that I deserve.
Future: This summer Jerry and I are both going to work 12 hour days 5 days a week! For 8 of those hours we will be together, which makes it much more bearable. Since Jerry starts grad school in the Fall and he isn't allowed to have a job, we figured we need all the money we can get. We still wont be able to avoid loans (unless we magically earn $50,000 this summer) but we want to avoid debt as much as possible! We are planning on doing a trip this summer, but haven't made any plans yet. If you hear of any cheap flights from SLC to ANYWHERE please share!
Ha! Now I don't owe any of you cookies.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Thanks, Jaden
A dream:
I am a young asian black kid. I am a trained fighter. Basically I am a ninja, stuck in a smaller body. I have spent months in a little canoe with some people I am protecting from The Bad Guys. We are living off of fish I catch with my bare hands or teeth. I also can create storms that make the fish jump into our boat. This is what I have to resort to when I am so weak that I can't do it with my teeth or hands. In addition to the people I am protecting, I am keeping track of a magical sphere that I also have to hide from the people I am protecting. My conscious is growing weaker because it is so straining to remember to protect the people from danger, but also to protect the sphere from danger and from the people. I know my task and I am going to be successful.
I am now myself: Danielle Cenatiempo(not Hale, yet). I have a task and I know I am going to be successful. I have to take a trip to Hell. I don't die, I just need to go there and face the devil. All I have to do to get into Hell is to get past the bouncer at the door. Easy.
Hell is an infinitely long building. It is comprised of rooms of various lengths but all the same narrow width and height. To get into each room you have to enter through the previous room's door. The first room was very long and had tons of people. They were all partying and laughing and seemed happy on the surface, but you could tell they were sad. I wanted to stay and be friends with some of them and help them be truly happy, but I knew I had to get through to the next room. It took me months to get to the other side of the room to get to the door to proceed to the next room. But this didn't upset me. I knew by the time I met the devil, it would be the right time, but I needed to get as far as I could into Hell before I met the devil.
Over the next period of time I proceeded through more rooms. In each room the people just seemed sadder and sadder. Not even trying to cover up their sadness with laughing. And not even trying to suppress their sadness with alcohol. There was also less people in each room, mostly because people were so sad that they forgot that they could even go to another room. In my fourth or fifth room I saw a man who looked like me. He was trying to get to the next room. And he looked happy. We became friends. His name was Jerry. After months of journeying through Hell we discovered that we were on the same mission. We both needed to face the devil. We started to fall in love-- and we got married(well as married as we could get in Hell).
Alas, after years of trekking through Hell we arrived at the last room. We knew it was the last room because there were no people and it was wider and taller than the rest of the rooms. All the rooms up to this point had different themes i.e.: red, school, Moroccan, glitter, my grandma's house, or metal. This room was like a big, old, abandoned warehouse with lots of broken glass and splintering wood(which if you know much about me, know that I am pathetically scared of both-- but that is something for another post). So basically, I guess this really was my personal Hell. Jerry and I knew that we were going to have to face the devil in this room. But we also knew that we had time to prepare. We started to train ourselves to fight and to resist mental penetration (a la Harry Potter). After we felt that we had done everything within our power to prepare for the Devil, we had a visitor. It was a little asain balck kid who seemed wise beyond his years. He gave us a glowing sphere and told us it was the key to defeat the devil. Then he disapered.
The day came for us to fight the fight the devil. She was a woman. We could hear her laughing. When she finally came into sight we were surprised to see that she just looked like an average, middle aged, working woman. I was defeated pretty quickly, but was still very aware. I could hear the devil and Jerry fighting for days. I remembered that Jerry needed the glowing sphere. I tried to enter his mind to remind him of where we had hid it. But instead of entering his mind, I accidentally entered the devil's mind and told her. When Jerry realized the devil knew where the sphere was, it was a race to see who could get to it first. Jerry did.
I woke up.
I am a young asian black kid. I am a trained fighter. Basically I am a ninja, stuck in a smaller body. I have spent months in a little canoe with some people I am protecting from The Bad Guys. We are living off of fish I catch with my bare hands or teeth. I also can create storms that make the fish jump into our boat. This is what I have to resort to when I am so weak that I can't do it with my teeth or hands. In addition to the people I am protecting, I am keeping track of a magical sphere that I also have to hide from the people I am protecting. My conscious is growing weaker because it is so straining to remember to protect the people from danger, but also to protect the sphere from danger and from the people. I know my task and I am going to be successful.
I am now myself: Danielle Cenatiempo(not Hale, yet). I have a task and I know I am going to be successful. I have to take a trip to Hell. I don't die, I just need to go there and face the devil. All I have to do to get into Hell is to get past the bouncer at the door. Easy.
Hell is an infinitely long building. It is comprised of rooms of various lengths but all the same narrow width and height. To get into each room you have to enter through the previous room's door. The first room was very long and had tons of people. They were all partying and laughing and seemed happy on the surface, but you could tell they were sad. I wanted to stay and be friends with some of them and help them be truly happy, but I knew I had to get through to the next room. It took me months to get to the other side of the room to get to the door to proceed to the next room. But this didn't upset me. I knew by the time I met the devil, it would be the right time, but I needed to get as far as I could into Hell before I met the devil.
Over the next period of time I proceeded through more rooms. In each room the people just seemed sadder and sadder. Not even trying to cover up their sadness with laughing. And not even trying to suppress their sadness with alcohol. There was also less people in each room, mostly because people were so sad that they forgot that they could even go to another room. In my fourth or fifth room I saw a man who looked like me. He was trying to get to the next room. And he looked happy. We became friends. His name was Jerry. After months of journeying through Hell we discovered that we were on the same mission. We both needed to face the devil. We started to fall in love-- and we got married(well as married as we could get in Hell).
Alas, after years of trekking through Hell we arrived at the last room. We knew it was the last room because there were no people and it was wider and taller than the rest of the rooms. All the rooms up to this point had different themes i.e.: red, school, Moroccan, glitter, my grandma's house, or metal. This room was like a big, old, abandoned warehouse with lots of broken glass and splintering wood(which if you know much about me, know that I am pathetically scared of both-- but that is something for another post). So basically, I guess this really was my personal Hell. Jerry and I knew that we were going to have to face the devil in this room. But we also knew that we had time to prepare. We started to train ourselves to fight and to resist mental penetration (a la Harry Potter). After we felt that we had done everything within our power to prepare for the Devil, we had a visitor. It was a little asain balck kid who seemed wise beyond his years. He gave us a glowing sphere and told us it was the key to defeat the devil. Then he disapered.
The day came for us to fight the fight the devil. She was a woman. We could hear her laughing. When she finally came into sight we were surprised to see that she just looked like an average, middle aged, working woman. I was defeated pretty quickly, but was still very aware. I could hear the devil and Jerry fighting for days. I remembered that Jerry needed the glowing sphere. I tried to enter his mind to remind him of where we had hid it. But instead of entering his mind, I accidentally entered the devil's mind and told her. When Jerry realized the devil knew where the sphere was, it was a race to see who could get to it first. Jerry did.
I woke up.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
We made it!
Sunday was a great day! We didn't do anything "official" to celebrate our anniversary, we just did everyday things but called them special. i.e. I made dinner(although I will admit, it was the bomb) and Jerry played me some songs on his guitar. Mostly, it is so wonderful to know that we will be together for eternity.
On Monday I made Jerry a Brazilian dinner. I have spent weeks trying to find authentic recipes, but I pretty much found to do things really authentically I would have to fly down to Brazil and get all of their ingredients. I ended up making:
Brazilian rice
meat
lemonade
and pastels
I also got the stuff to make advacado shakes, which we have yet to make.
Some people have said that the first year of marriage is the hardest. If that is the case, then the rest of our lives are going to be a complete breeze! No, really, the people who say the first year is the hardest are probably lying. I bet the hardest is the 39th year or something, so I am waiting.
On Monday I made Jerry a Brazilian dinner. I have spent weeks trying to find authentic recipes, but I pretty much found to do things really authentically I would have to fly down to Brazil and get all of their ingredients. I ended up making:
Brazilian rice
meat
lemonade
and pastels
I also got the stuff to make advacado shakes, which we have yet to make.
Some people have said that the first year of marriage is the hardest. If that is the case, then the rest of our lives are going to be a complete breeze! No, really, the people who say the first year is the hardest are probably lying. I bet the hardest is the 39th year or something, so I am waiting.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Love, 1 year (and a day) later
One year ago yesterday Jeremiah officially proposed to me! Of course we already had the temple booked and such, but it was the night I got my very special ring and knew that if Jeremiah was willing to spend X amount of dollars on me, that he wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to marry me and be with ME for eternity!
(happy)I think the more interesting part of the story is when Jerry asked my father for my hand. I was told the exact words that came out of my dad's mouth were "Why would you want to marry her? She is so crazy!" Wow, thanks for the support, dad. Basically my parents like my husband more than me, but I'm not complaining. I would too if I were them.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Just a little shut eye.
OK: I just want to say 'sorry' for my last entry. I got many complaints about how the point that Jeremiah is the cutest husband ever was, in fact, not proven at all. The point is THAT IT WAS PROVEN IN MY HEART.
hm. So I thought that once Jerry and I were married all problems would be fixed RE: our laziness. This assumption was indeed FALSE. sad, huh? The only redeeming part about all of this is that instead of staying up together until curfew and getting nothing productive done, we now stay up until about 10:30 and get nothing done. So at least we are getting more sleep.
While we are on the topic of sleep. I have a story! I hope it sounds as funny as it really was, but it probably wont(just like my last failed story trying to prove to ya'll how cute jerry is). So I guess I am not quite adjusted to sleeping with a man yet. I mean, we've adjusted in certain ways--like how we both like the covers, who sleeps on what side, and whatnot. But waking up and seeing Jerry right next to me and sometimes even [touching] me kind of takes me off guard. Just the other morning I happened to stir before our alarm went off. There I was half awake, and I hear a little cough next to me. I rolled over quickly and what was there?!??!?! A MAN!!! I screamed. Make fun of me, but that is what I did.
Later that morning when our alarm went off I opened my eyes to see.. WHAT? A MAN!!! staring straight at me!! like 3 inches away from my face!! Now some may say that that is a tender moment and that I should cherish it("I love waking up next to you and seeing your face"(eye flutter)). Needless to say, I did not cherish that moment, but I'm pretty sure Jerry cherished the memory of me jumping and screaming. good for him, I guess.
DISCLAIMER: I do enjoy Jerry's presence in the morning, and his face isnt scary. I am just easily startled.
hm. So I thought that once Jerry and I were married all problems would be fixed RE: our laziness. This assumption was indeed FALSE. sad, huh? The only redeeming part about all of this is that instead of staying up together until curfew and getting nothing productive done, we now stay up until about 10:30 and get nothing done. So at least we are getting more sleep.
While we are on the topic of sleep. I have a story! I hope it sounds as funny as it really was, but it probably wont(just like my last failed story trying to prove to ya'll how cute jerry is). So I guess I am not quite adjusted to sleeping with a man yet. I mean, we've adjusted in certain ways--like how we both like the covers, who sleeps on what side, and whatnot. But waking up and seeing Jerry right next to me and sometimes even [touching] me kind of takes me off guard. Just the other morning I happened to stir before our alarm went off. There I was half awake, and I hear a little cough next to me. I rolled over quickly and what was there?!??!?! A MAN!!! I screamed. Make fun of me, but that is what I did.
Later that morning when our alarm went off I opened my eyes to see.. WHAT? A MAN!!! staring straight at me!! like 3 inches away from my face!! Now some may say that that is a tender moment and that I should cherish it("I love waking up next to you and seeing your face"(eye flutter)). Needless to say, I did not cherish that moment, but I'm pretty sure Jerry cherished the memory of me jumping and screaming. good for him, I guess.
DISCLAIMER: I do enjoy Jerry's presence in the morning, and his face isnt scary. I am just easily startled.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Hi.
So, I'm pretty sure only 5 people read this.. and they already know everything I am about to say.. but I am avoiding studying so I am going to post an update on my life!(plus.. there is a lot of new stuff anyway!)
Well, I got engaged
Was birthed 2 nephews
Got into the music program
And got hitched!
wow!
on a lesser note:
I got my wisdom teeth out
Had my cell phone stolen
Turned 20
Went to Idaho and Arizona
moved apts
So since I've been married a number of people have asked me sarcastically if I was going to start a blog about how cute my husband is. And I responded "NO! HA! not me! never! HA!" well, here I go..
i cave
It's hard not to when, seriously, you DO have the cutest husband ever! So, I am going to try and not force his cuteness on you, and this will be the last time I call him cute(on this blog).. but know that if I randomly tell stories about him, know that I am trying to convince you that he is, in fact, the most adorable married man you have ever met/heard of/live on the same earth as.
So yesterday at lunch time, Jeremiah and I were home scrounging thru the pounds of sugar wedding food in search for some nutrition. When none magically appeared I excitedly remembered that I had some Pizza Rolls in the freezer which I had bought a month earlier on sale at Smiths as a splurge. My mouth started watering as I thought of eating the fake meat, cheese substitute, and bleached carb combination. I turned to Jeremiah in a frenzy and exclaimed my pure passion for my discovery, only for him to reply with frowns, healthiness, and hatred towards a little piece of heaven that he had never before partook. But I wouldn't let his negitivity bog me down, and proceeded to bake my golden nuggets in the oven(on a stone, of course!). Distraught, Jeremiah settled for a pop-tart. As I began to partake of the extacy wrapped in synthetic death, my vision became blurred from the happiness I was experiencing so I did not notice that my loves were being stolen and eaten and enjoyed by none other than their harshest critic: Jeremiah!!
and I want to puplically say: I told you so.
Well, I got engaged
Was birthed 2 nephews
Got into the music program
And got hitched!
wow!
on a lesser note:
I got my wisdom teeth out
Had my cell phone stolen
Turned 20
Went to Idaho and Arizona
moved apts
So since I've been married a number of people have asked me sarcastically if I was going to start a blog about how cute my husband is. And I responded "NO! HA! not me! never! HA!" well, here I go..
i cave
It's hard not to when, seriously, you DO have the cutest husband ever! So, I am going to try and not force his cuteness on you, and this will be the last time I call him cute(on this blog).. but know that if I randomly tell stories about him, know that I am trying to convince you that he is, in fact, the most adorable married man you have ever met/heard of/live on the same earth as.
So yesterday at lunch time, Jeremiah and I were home scrounging thru the pounds of sugar wedding food in search for some nutrition. When none magically appeared I excitedly remembered that I had some Pizza Rolls in the freezer which I had bought a month earlier on sale at Smiths as a splurge. My mouth started watering as I thought of eating the fake meat, cheese substitute, and bleached carb combination. I turned to Jeremiah in a frenzy and exclaimed my pure passion for my discovery, only for him to reply with frowns, healthiness, and hatred towards a little piece of heaven that he had never before partook. But I wouldn't let his negitivity bog me down, and proceeded to bake my golden nuggets in the oven(on a stone, of course!). Distraught, Jeremiah settled for a pop-tart. As I began to partake of the extacy wrapped in synthetic death, my vision became blurred from the happiness I was experiencing so I did not notice that my loves were being stolen and eaten and enjoyed by none other than their harshest critic: Jeremiah!!
and I want to puplically say: I told you so.
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