Our Little Scare

Since I am using this as my journal, there was a small event that happened a couple of months ago that I didnt record.  I dont think I was ready at the time, but I am now. 
Robb was hospitalized for some heart problems.  He had been having some pressure and it lasted a few days.  Finally, one morning, he just couldnt take it any longer and went into our Dr.  He told him he needed to go to the ER, which he did.  Robb said when he arrived at the ER and told them he was having heart pains, 20 people immediately swarmed him. He was stripped down, hooked up, poked and prodded.  They decided to admit him and run a stress test on him the next day.
After finishing the stress test, the nurse told him she thought everything would be fine because they had never had anyone actually finish the stress test.  He was mentally getting ready to go home, when the Dr came in and said they had found something not right on the test; a shadow, and that they were going to send him by ambulance to St George and have him get an angiogram.  We called our Bishop and he gave Robb an amazing blessing.
After frantically packing and trying to calmly drive through the gorge, I entered the cath lab in St George. I thought for sure I was in the wrong place.  Everyone there was at least 20 years older than my husband.  They did the test very quickly and came back with strange results.  Whatever the Drs  in Mesquite saw was no longer there.  Robbs heart is in perfect shape. We still really dont know what was causing his pains.  Maybe it was stress or even indigestion but he hasnt had any real pains since then.
This little scare made me realize how blessed we are. I am thankful for Drs who know what they are doing and for medical technologies that I have no understanding of.  I am so very thankful for Priesthood blessings. But, most of all, I am thankful for my husband. I love him with all my heart and soul.  He makes me laugh, he pushes me to be better.  He is an amazing father and provider and I cant imagine my life without him in it.  

A Day of Sitting

This weekend, I just sat around.  I sat and watched Jazz play in a volleyball tournament.  She was a little rusty at first but turned it around pretty fast.

I also sat and watched Bud play his last game of the season with the Cornhuskers.  He starts All Star practice tomorrow and we will be sitting and watching them all summer.

I then sat in the car on the way to Vegas to attend a 51s game, thanks to America First. We arrived at the stadium and we sat and ate with my co-workers in our own special section.  I then went and sat in the bleachers to watch the game.  Im not the sharpest tool in the shed.  I just realized last night why they are called the 51s after I saw a picture of an alien on the cup of Robbs soda and multitudes of people carrying around huge inflatable green people with large black eyes. (It only took four years for that one to click.)

I then sat back in the car for the ride home.  I never thought I could be so worn out from a day of sitting but when I climbed into my wonderful bed when we got home, I was out the second my head hit the pillow.

Birfday

For my birfday this year, we kept it pretty simple.  We stayed home and made homemade pizzas.  I would rather hang with my awesome family than go out and do anything else.

Robb got me a spa day so today Heather and I went to indulge ourselves a little.  

These are some of the wonderful things I did.

A little of this. . .

A smidgen of this. . .

Some of this. . .

Even a bit of this. . .

And a lot of this. . . .

Thanks honey for a day of relaxing and rejuvenation. A little alone time is sometimes just what a girl needs.

And, speaking of feet, heres a cute little story about Bobby:

He likes to have his clothes perfect and neat and when his shoes got a little scuffed, he asked how he could clean them.  I mentioned bleach.  Well, what his l2 year old brain went to was "I should pour half a bottle of bleach in the sink and soak them for a few hours and then I will put them in the dryer so they are dry for school tomorrow.  I received a call at work from my son telling me his shoes were falling apart.  I dismissed him, telling him he would be fine.  Well, when he got home from school, this is what his shoes looked like.  He was so embarrassed that he had to walk around school all day like that. Not only did they look silly but they made a flopping sound whenever he took a step.