Dear [Boss]:
Sadly, I would like to submit my resignation from [Wouldn't You Like to Know]. I have enjoyed my almost two and a half years here, but I’ve decided to make a brave move and finally live with my husband when he moves to Virginia Beach at the end of this month. I will miss the people and the environment at WYLK, but it’ll be nice to finally be able to spend weeknights with my husband doing exciting things like grocery shopping and folding laundry.
My last day at WYLK will be Tuesday, June 23, 2009. I will spend a large part of the month of July finding and settling into our home, but beginning Monday, July 27, I should be available for contract work if editing help is needed.
I wish many happy dog days, successful launches, and happy hour celebrations to you, WYLK health and wellness, and the company as a whole. I will forever be grateful for my time at WYLK and the friendships that have come out of it.
Sincerely,
my life is brilliant
Medical Editor
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
I'm living like a college freshman
After two days of work, my apartment is nearly empty. For the next 13 days, I will be living out of a suitcase in my own apartment, sleeping on an air mattress, and sitting on the floor to watch my TV, which is also sitting on the floor, since I no longer have furniture.
It'll be interesting, since I'm a girl who loves my house to look like a home. But the fact that after these 13 days of bareness are over, I'll finally finally FINALLY be living with my husband? I think that thought can get me through it.
Friday, June 12, 2009
I'd want you to tell me!
I got a gift from God in the mail yesterday.
It's amazing. And it's on sale now.
Girls, buy it for your girls. Boys, buy it for your girl.
Trust me.
It's amazing. And it's on sale now.
Girls, buy it for your girls. Boys, buy it for your girl.
Trust me.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Now my feet won't touch the ground
I went to see Coldplay for the first time last November. It was an amazing show, and I told K that if they came through again after he got home, we were so going. And we were getting floor seats.
Months ago, I found out about the dates the band had added to the end of their tour. K and I were able to go to the show in New Orleans on Tuesday night, and it did not disappoint.
Since the concert ended, I've been on a Coldplay high. I just want to keep looking at the photos and watching the videos I took (I got some good ones!). I've read a lot about Coldplay over the last couple of days. I can't seem to get enough.
This really isn't a good thing for my productivity at work, but seeing how I have only 8 working days left anyway, I'm kind of suffering from editoritis as it is. Maybe it'll help me to know that if I'm not looking at them, someone else is. So here you go.
(In case you're wondering, the picture taken during "Yellow" [I'll give you one guess which photo that is!] is from our seats with no zoom. We were much closer to the stage than that picture makes it seem. The 1st picture was from our seats with the zoom, and for the others, I snuck through the aisle to the front to capture those. For the 3rd & 4th photos, yes, I was really that close.)
Months ago, I found out about the dates the band had added to the end of their tour. K and I were able to go to the show in New Orleans on Tuesday night, and it did not disappoint.
Since the concert ended, I've been on a Coldplay high. I just want to keep looking at the photos and watching the videos I took (I got some good ones!). I've read a lot about Coldplay over the last couple of days. I can't seem to get enough.
This really isn't a good thing for my productivity at work, but seeing how I have only 8 working days left anyway, I'm kind of suffering from editoritis as it is. Maybe it'll help me to know that if I'm not looking at them, someone else is. So here you go.
(In case you're wondering, the picture taken during "Yellow" [I'll give you one guess which photo that is!] is from our seats with no zoom. We were much closer to the stage than that picture makes it seem. The 1st picture was from our seats with the zoom, and for the others, I snuck through the aisle to the front to capture those. For the 3rd & 4th photos, yes, I was really that close.)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Part 3: He redeems himself
Leave it to K. When he messes up, he sure can fix it.
Until last Friday night, my diploma had been in a crappy frame barely larger than the diploma itself. I wanted to buy a nice frame for it when I graduated, but they were so expensive. I just couldn't justify spending so much money on a frame.
I had mentioned to K once a long time ago that I wanted to get a nice frame. I spent dozens and dozens of hours and a few thousand dollars earning that diploma, so it was ridiculous to have it in a $4 Wal-Mart frame. I needed something worthy of the diploma itself.
When K decided on my gift, he remembered that comment. I was so surprised and excited when I opened the frame. I stared at it for several minutes, studying it and the picture. He did a great job.
So in typical guy fashion, K forgot he was supposed to get me a gift ... But in typical K fashion, at the end of the day, he totally delivered.
Until last Friday night, my diploma had been in a crappy frame barely larger than the diploma itself. I wanted to buy a nice frame for it when I graduated, but they were so expensive. I just couldn't justify spending so much money on a frame.
I had mentioned to K once a long time ago that I wanted to get a nice frame. I spent dozens and dozens of hours and a few thousand dollars earning that diploma, so it was ridiculous to have it in a $4 Wal-Mart frame. I needed something worthy of the diploma itself.
When K decided on my gift, he remembered that comment. I was so surprised and excited when I opened the frame. I stared at it for several minutes, studying it and the picture. He did a great job.
So in typical guy fashion, K forgot he was supposed to get me a gift ... But in typical K fashion, at the end of the day, he totally delivered.
Monday, June 08, 2009
It's never too late
Yesterday, for the second time in less than a month, I stood at the front of my church and, with K and ER beside me, made a promise in front of the pastor, God and everyone at the church.
This time, though, the promise was to God. I was baptized.
It was something I had thought about for a long time, and it was a decision I did not take lightly. I started talking to my pastor about it close to a year ago. I talked to my grandparents, ER, my dad, K, Jeremy, and a few others about it.
I grew up Baptist. In the Baptist church -- at least how it was always explained to me -- getting baptized is a way of telling the church and the world that you were "saved."
I was 9 when I was saved. I was at summer church camp, which I loved. I spent an afternoon on the porch of our cabin talking with Beverly, one of the adults at our church. I had questions about things I had learned at the camp, and we talked for quite a while. That day, on the porch with Beverly, I became a Christian.
I remember how overwhelmingly amazing it felt. I couldn't wait to tell my grandparents about it when I got home. They were so excited! My mom wasn't religious, so I was worried that she would roll her eyes or quickly change the subject, dismissing the huge, life-changing realization I had had. My mom surprised me, though. She was happy for me. But I didn't really think about getting baptized.
For the first 20 years of my life, I was surrounded by so many examples of what it meant to be a Christian. There was my cousin (the preacher's daughter), who told my brother and me that we were going to hell because we didn't go to church.
There were my aunt and uncle (the preacher), who had their children living such sheltered lives that they forced the same rules on the other children who were around them, confiscating peace sign jewelry ("It's an upside-down, broken cross!") and outlawing things like PG-13 movies and Paula Abdul ("They're bad."). Sundays were spent doing absolutely nothing but going to church, and the TV was not allowed to be on the whole day. (It's no coincidence that my brother and I only spent one Sunday at their house when we were little!)
There were the people from the largest Baptist church in town, who were very pushy and judgmental in their attempts to guilt people into religion.
There were those people who, when I did go to Bible studies, demanded to know where I had been the previous Sunday morning or during the previous week's Bible study.
There was the roommate in college who was so religious that she refused to date, and she was actually even hard to carry on a conversation with (She often interrupted at random times with things like, "Jesus loves you." What is the proper response: "Thank you"? "I know"? "He loves you too"? "Does that mean you do want me to get you more milk at the grocery store?"?).
For the first 20 years of my life, there were a lot of extreme examples of Super Religious People that I didn't know if I could live up to. And to be honest, I didn't want to. Surely God didn't put me on this earth to be a zombie who was incapable of doing nothing but talking about Jesus and the Bible and God and the Holy Spirit (not to call anyone I've mentioned zombies ...). Did that mean I was a bad Christian?
When I started going to ER's church with her, I was relieved at how at home I felt. Everyone was so friendly, and I started going regularly. Even after ER moved, I went by myself. I started going to outings with the 20/30 something group, where I met plenty of people like me, including our associate pastor and his wife. These were religious people who were welcoming. They weren't judging me, they weren't pressuring me, and they weren't talking nonstop about religion. They were like me. They were good people who led good lives both inside and outside the church.
When I first started thinking about getting baptized, I thought long and hard about it. I wanted to be sure I understood the differences in the meanings of the ritual in the Lutheran church from the church I grew up in. I wanted to be sure I completely understood the promise I wanted to make. I wanted to be sure I was doing it for the right reasons, rather than because it's what you're supposed to do.
I talked with our associate pastor about baptism one final time last week. I told him about all the extremes and conflicting messages I had gotten growing up, and how it had confused me about baptism and the details of holding up our end of that promise.
When I left from our meeting, I felt so much better, so much clearer. I no longer felt like I was making a promise to God that would be impossible for me to live up to.
So on a sunny Sunday morning at the age of 25, I was finally baptized.
ER's sister put it well: "Our church had a great day: three babies and two adults baptized!" Amen!
I feel excited about the promise I made. I feel glad that I took the time to learn more about it before I dove in. I am grateful for the blessings in my life, and I'm excited for the growth that lies ahead.
This time, though, the promise was to God. I was baptized.
It was something I had thought about for a long time, and it was a decision I did not take lightly. I started talking to my pastor about it close to a year ago. I talked to my grandparents, ER, my dad, K, Jeremy, and a few others about it.
I grew up Baptist. In the Baptist church -- at least how it was always explained to me -- getting baptized is a way of telling the church and the world that you were "saved."
I was 9 when I was saved. I was at summer church camp, which I loved. I spent an afternoon on the porch of our cabin talking with Beverly, one of the adults at our church. I had questions about things I had learned at the camp, and we talked for quite a while. That day, on the porch with Beverly, I became a Christian.
I remember how overwhelmingly amazing it felt. I couldn't wait to tell my grandparents about it when I got home. They were so excited! My mom wasn't religious, so I was worried that she would roll her eyes or quickly change the subject, dismissing the huge, life-changing realization I had had. My mom surprised me, though. She was happy for me. But I didn't really think about getting baptized.
For the first 20 years of my life, I was surrounded by so many examples of what it meant to be a Christian. There was my cousin (the preacher's daughter), who told my brother and me that we were going to hell because we didn't go to church.
There were my aunt and uncle (the preacher), who had their children living such sheltered lives that they forced the same rules on the other children who were around them, confiscating peace sign jewelry ("It's an upside-down, broken cross!") and outlawing things like PG-13 movies and Paula Abdul ("They're bad."). Sundays were spent doing absolutely nothing but going to church, and the TV was not allowed to be on the whole day. (It's no coincidence that my brother and I only spent one Sunday at their house when we were little!)
There were the people from the largest Baptist church in town, who were very pushy and judgmental in their attempts to guilt people into religion.
There were those people who, when I did go to Bible studies, demanded to know where I had been the previous Sunday morning or during the previous week's Bible study.
There was the roommate in college who was so religious that she refused to date, and she was actually even hard to carry on a conversation with (She often interrupted at random times with things like, "Jesus loves you." What is the proper response: "Thank you"? "I know"? "He loves you too"? "Does that mean you do want me to get you more milk at the grocery store?"?).
For the first 20 years of my life, there were a lot of extreme examples of Super Religious People that I didn't know if I could live up to. And to be honest, I didn't want to. Surely God didn't put me on this earth to be a zombie who was incapable of doing nothing but talking about Jesus and the Bible and God and the Holy Spirit (not to call anyone I've mentioned zombies ...). Did that mean I was a bad Christian?
When I started going to ER's church with her, I was relieved at how at home I felt. Everyone was so friendly, and I started going regularly. Even after ER moved, I went by myself. I started going to outings with the 20/30 something group, where I met plenty of people like me, including our associate pastor and his wife. These were religious people who were welcoming. They weren't judging me, they weren't pressuring me, and they weren't talking nonstop about religion. They were like me. They were good people who led good lives both inside and outside the church.
When I first started thinking about getting baptized, I thought long and hard about it. I wanted to be sure I understood the differences in the meanings of the ritual in the Lutheran church from the church I grew up in. I wanted to be sure I completely understood the promise I wanted to make. I wanted to be sure I was doing it for the right reasons, rather than because it's what you're supposed to do.
I talked with our associate pastor about baptism one final time last week. I told him about all the extremes and conflicting messages I had gotten growing up, and how it had confused me about baptism and the details of holding up our end of that promise.
When I left from our meeting, I felt so much better, so much clearer. I no longer felt like I was making a promise to God that would be impossible for me to live up to.
So on a sunny Sunday morning at the age of 25, I was finally baptized.
ER's sister put it well: "Our church had a great day: three babies and two adults baptized!" Amen!
I feel excited about the promise I made. I feel glad that I took the time to learn more about it before I dove in. I am grateful for the blessings in my life, and I'm excited for the growth that lies ahead.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Part 2: My gift -- it really is the thought that counts
Ladies, if you're engaged, share this story with your fiance!!!
In general, K is light years ahead of other men when it comes to thoughtfulness and consideration. So it shocks me when we have those times that smack me upside the head and remind me that even though he's a really really good one, when it comes down to it, K is still a man.
When I decided on K's gift last October, I was so excited that I told him I had made my decision. I asked if he had thought about what he was getting me. Of course, he hadn't. No big deal; he had time.
Each time there would be a development with K's gift, I'd ask him if he knew yet what my gift would be. Each time, he still didn't know. I had given hints -- peridot jewelry (it's both our birthstones!), a silver necklace (he gave me a gold heart necklace for our first Christmas), a really cute yellow linen cabinet ... K also knows that I've wanted a really nice digital camera for a long time. That would be a huge gift, but it's an idea. I didn't know how K couldn't figure something out.
It was about two weeks before the ceremony when K's answer finally changed. Suddenly, he knew what he was going to get me, so I didn't question him again. He's an awesome gift-giver, so I was excited about what he could have thought of. (The spa gift certificate he gave me the Christmas before he left for Iraq was the best, most thoughtful gift ever. When I opened it up, he said something along the lines of "I won't be here to do it, but I want to make sure you're still pampered.") His gift to me didn't have to be big or extravagant, but I knew it would be something special.
The day before the wedding, I was talking to ER about the jerseys. She asked if I had any idea what K could get me. I told her I had a few: (1) Diamond studs. I wear my $2 fake ones almost every day, so I could see him buying me real ones. (2) The peridot jewelry or silver necklace. (3) The nice digital camera. (4) Or a trip. We hadn't gone on a honeymoon after the Florida wedding (we had half a day to ourselves after the ceremony before we drove back with K's dad & brother). People had been asking us both quite a bit if we were going anywhere for a honeymoon, and we had even talked about a few places -- Hawaii, Costa Rica, Cozumel, Key West -- but we'd made no plans. I could see K having something planned all along.
"Oh my gosh, those are all such awesome gifts! I can't wait to find out what it is!" ER said. I was excited too.
On the day of "I Do, Part 2," as I waited in the church choir room for the ceremony to begin, I handed K's gift and card to my bridesmaids to deliver it to him. (No, I didn't see these pictures until after the wedding.) I anxiously waited for them to come back. I couldn't wait to hear K's reaction.
When the girls got back, they were empty-handed. "He didn't send anything with you?"
"No," they said.
I figured K wanted to give me his gift in person. Or maybe, like if it was the honeymoon thing, he would tell me at the reception. That would be a K thing to do.
But the ceremony came and went, and the reception came and went, and the wedding night came and went, and there was no surprise from K. It had slipped my mind, so I didn't think of it until the next day, when we were talking about the jersey. I gave him a chance to mention it, but he didn't. I said nothing.
Later that afternoon (still the day after the wedding), K and I were headed home from ER's house, where we picked up the gifts and things left from the ceremony. We were talking about the gifts, so I brought it up to K. I mentioned how he had finally said he knew what he was getting me, and I asked when I would get to find out what it was.
K sighed. He took a deep breath and told me that he had forgotten to get me a wedding gift.
Wow. I hadn't expected that, but I didn't really care. "It's no big deal," I said. "It's not like I married you to get a gift."
"I know," he answered, "but how hard would it have been to just have a card? That would have taken five minutes. But I had nothing." He went on. He said he had felt like an a**hole.
As I listened to him, my feelings started to change. "OK, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm starting to get mad. I spent a lot of time working on those jerseys! And for the Florida wedding, I easily put 24 hours into that scrapbook." I explained to him that the Florida wedding was different, since the Dallas ceremony was always going to be the "real" wedding, but still. I put a lot of time and thought into both those, and he couldn't even remember to get me a card.
K said to me, "You're making me feel worse."
I explained to him I wasn't telling him any of this to make him feel better or worse. I just needed him to know how I felt. "Besides, it's not like you forgot to reserve a limo and make dinner reservations for your bachelor party."
I told him that it didn't matter what the gift was, but it was the sentimental value. I love things with sentimental value (who doesn't?). I told K that that was the whole point -- that I could someday say to our kids, "Your dad gave me these earrings on our wedding day," or "K got me this camera as a wedding gift because he knew how much I love photography."
Anyway, on Memorial Day (observed), we were laying around the pool with one of K's friends when something came up that made K tell his friend about his goof-up. K admitted to us that he had ordered his gift for me on the wedding day, while I was getting my hair done. I don't know why he hadn't told me about that the day before, but he explained that he thought it should still count as a wedding gift since he'd ordered it on the day of the wedding.
We'll see. But whatever it is, evidently K got it in the mail on Monday. And finally, tonight -- almost two weeks after the wedding -- I'll get to see what it is.
In general, K is light years ahead of other men when it comes to thoughtfulness and consideration. So it shocks me when we have those times that smack me upside the head and remind me that even though he's a really really good one, when it comes down to it, K is still a man.
When I decided on K's gift last October, I was so excited that I told him I had made my decision. I asked if he had thought about what he was getting me. Of course, he hadn't. No big deal; he had time.
Each time there would be a development with K's gift, I'd ask him if he knew yet what my gift would be. Each time, he still didn't know. I had given hints -- peridot jewelry (it's both our birthstones!), a silver necklace (he gave me a gold heart necklace for our first Christmas), a really cute yellow linen cabinet ... K also knows that I've wanted a really nice digital camera for a long time. That would be a huge gift, but it's an idea. I didn't know how K couldn't figure something out.
It was about two weeks before the ceremony when K's answer finally changed. Suddenly, he knew what he was going to get me, so I didn't question him again. He's an awesome gift-giver, so I was excited about what he could have thought of. (The spa gift certificate he gave me the Christmas before he left for Iraq was the best, most thoughtful gift ever. When I opened it up, he said something along the lines of "I won't be here to do it, but I want to make sure you're still pampered.") His gift to me didn't have to be big or extravagant, but I knew it would be something special.
The day before the wedding, I was talking to ER about the jerseys. She asked if I had any idea what K could get me. I told her I had a few: (1) Diamond studs. I wear my $2 fake ones almost every day, so I could see him buying me real ones. (2) The peridot jewelry or silver necklace. (3) The nice digital camera. (4) Or a trip. We hadn't gone on a honeymoon after the Florida wedding (we had half a day to ourselves after the ceremony before we drove back with K's dad & brother). People had been asking us both quite a bit if we were going anywhere for a honeymoon, and we had even talked about a few places -- Hawaii, Costa Rica, Cozumel, Key West -- but we'd made no plans. I could see K having something planned all along.
"Oh my gosh, those are all such awesome gifts! I can't wait to find out what it is!" ER said. I was excited too.
On the day of "I Do, Part 2," as I waited in the church choir room for the ceremony to begin, I handed K's gift and card to my bridesmaids to deliver it to him. (No, I didn't see these pictures until after the wedding.) I anxiously waited for them to come back. I couldn't wait to hear K's reaction.
When the girls got back, they were empty-handed. "He didn't send anything with you?"
"No," they said.
I figured K wanted to give me his gift in person. Or maybe, like if it was the honeymoon thing, he would tell me at the reception. That would be a K thing to do.
But the ceremony came and went, and the reception came and went, and the wedding night came and went, and there was no surprise from K. It had slipped my mind, so I didn't think of it until the next day, when we were talking about the jersey. I gave him a chance to mention it, but he didn't. I said nothing.
Later that afternoon (still the day after the wedding), K and I were headed home from ER's house, where we picked up the gifts and things left from the ceremony. We were talking about the gifts, so I brought it up to K. I mentioned how he had finally said he knew what he was getting me, and I asked when I would get to find out what it was.
K sighed. He took a deep breath and told me that he had forgotten to get me a wedding gift.
Wow. I hadn't expected that, but I didn't really care. "It's no big deal," I said. "It's not like I married you to get a gift."
"I know," he answered, "but how hard would it have been to just have a card? That would have taken five minutes. But I had nothing." He went on. He said he had felt like an a**hole.
As I listened to him, my feelings started to change. "OK, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm starting to get mad. I spent a lot of time working on those jerseys! And for the Florida wedding, I easily put 24 hours into that scrapbook." I explained to him that the Florida wedding was different, since the Dallas ceremony was always going to be the "real" wedding, but still. I put a lot of time and thought into both those, and he couldn't even remember to get me a card.
K said to me, "You're making me feel worse."
I explained to him I wasn't telling him any of this to make him feel better or worse. I just needed him to know how I felt. "Besides, it's not like you forgot to reserve a limo and make dinner reservations for your bachelor party."
I told him that it didn't matter what the gift was, but it was the sentimental value. I love things with sentimental value (who doesn't?). I told K that that was the whole point -- that I could someday say to our kids, "Your dad gave me these earrings on our wedding day," or "K got me this camera as a wedding gift because he knew how much I love photography."
Anyway, on Memorial Day (observed), we were laying around the pool with one of K's friends when something came up that made K tell his friend about his goof-up. K admitted to us that he had ordered his gift for me on the wedding day, while I was getting my hair done. I don't know why he hadn't told me about that the day before, but he explained that he thought it should still count as a wedding gift since he'd ordered it on the day of the wedding.
We'll see. But whatever it is, evidently K got it in the mail on Monday. And finally, tonight -- almost two weeks after the wedding -- I'll get to see what it is.
Part 1: K's gift
I decided what I was getting K as a wedding gift on October 4 of last year. I was with Jeremy at the OU-Baylor game. Jeremy was wearing his custom-made OU jersey, which has his last name on the back and the number he wore when he played high school football.
Since K is a real Sooner fan now, I decided he needed a jersey. And if he gets a jersey, why not have it personalized?!!! And if K gets a personalized jersey, how awesome would it be if I got one too, complete with my new last name?! The numbers would be 9 and 22, for our Florida anniversary, since that's the day we were legally married. Perfect!
I immediately started searching for plain jerseys. Turns out they are NOT easy to find! N!ke owns the rights to Sooner apparel, but they don't sell plain jerseys (hello, gigantic marketing opportunity!). If I managed to find a solid, could-be-the-right-shade jersey, I then had to find a smaller version that would work for my jersey. Not an easy feat.
Back in December, when I was in Oklahoma for Danielle's wedding (sorry, I never posted about that), I went to the store in Oklahoma City where Jeremy's jersey was made. Once again, the smaller jersey was creating a problem.
I finally found a company online that sold plain jerseys in adult and kids' sizes (evidently women don't wear jerseys), so I ordered them. A month and a half later, when I still hadn't received the jerseys, I learned mine had been sent elsewhere by accident. I got them a week or two later, and they were the perfect shade of Aggie maroon. Yikes!
I called the jersey company and spoke to a few different people before I was connected with someone in the warehouse, who actually looked at the different jerseys to tell me which color would be the perfect shade of Sooner crimson. I returned the Aggie jerseys, and a couple of weeks later, I got two beautiful new crimson jerseys in the mail.
I immediately shipped them up to a store in Norman (the one that does the REAL players' jerseys!!!) to be personalized. They were finally ready just five days before the wedding, so Danielle picked them up and brought them with her to Dallas the week of the wedding so K wouldn't see the box and be tipped off by a Norman label.
As you can tell, these jerseys took months of work and effort, but they were worth it. They looked gorgeous!
I had ordered some cutesy cards off etsy months ago, so I used one that said "you're better than chocolate" (if anyone ever questions something I'm saying, I tell them that I swear on chocolate and Sooner football -- two things most people know I'd never joke about) to write him a note to read before he opened his gift.
I took a picture of the back my jersey, and I placed it in the box on top of his jersey so he would get the significance of the numbers I'd chosen.
I put so much time and effort into it, but come football season, it'll be totally worth it!
Since K is a real Sooner fan now, I decided he needed a jersey. And if he gets a jersey, why not have it personalized?!!! And if K gets a personalized jersey, how awesome would it be if I got one too, complete with my new last name?! The numbers would be 9 and 22, for our Florida anniversary, since that's the day we were legally married. Perfect!
I immediately started searching for plain jerseys. Turns out they are NOT easy to find! N!ke owns the rights to Sooner apparel, but they don't sell plain jerseys (hello, gigantic marketing opportunity!). If I managed to find a solid, could-be-the-right-shade jersey, I then had to find a smaller version that would work for my jersey. Not an easy feat.
Back in December, when I was in Oklahoma for Danielle's wedding (sorry, I never posted about that), I went to the store in Oklahoma City where Jeremy's jersey was made. Once again, the smaller jersey was creating a problem.
I finally found a company online that sold plain jerseys in adult and kids' sizes (evidently women don't wear jerseys), so I ordered them. A month and a half later, when I still hadn't received the jerseys, I learned mine had been sent elsewhere by accident. I got them a week or two later, and they were the perfect shade of Aggie maroon. Yikes!
I called the jersey company and spoke to a few different people before I was connected with someone in the warehouse, who actually looked at the different jerseys to tell me which color would be the perfect shade of Sooner crimson. I returned the Aggie jerseys, and a couple of weeks later, I got two beautiful new crimson jerseys in the mail.
I immediately shipped them up to a store in Norman (the one that does the REAL players' jerseys!!!) to be personalized. They were finally ready just five days before the wedding, so Danielle picked them up and brought them with her to Dallas the week of the wedding so K wouldn't see the box and be tipped off by a Norman label.
As you can tell, these jerseys took months of work and effort, but they were worth it. They looked gorgeous!
I had ordered some cutesy cards off etsy months ago, so I used one that said "you're better than chocolate" (if anyone ever questions something I'm saying, I tell them that I swear on chocolate and Sooner football -- two things most people know I'd never joke about) to write him a note to read before he opened his gift.
I took a picture of the back my jersey, and I placed it in the box on top of his jersey so he would get the significance of the numbers I'd chosen.
I put so much time and effort into it, but come football season, it'll be totally worth it!
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