Pillow Talk

Stefi and I often have to force ourselves out of bed in the morning. Sometimes we end up talking and not really getting up. Today this is how the conversation went..

Stefi: "I had a dream I was someone's bridesmaid and she didn't even know my name. It was really sad and awkward."

Susan: "I had a dream that I ate 3 donuts. I'm hungry."

Stefi: "Oh, Skus"

Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that

People often ask me, "Susan, what do you do all day at work."

Well, that is a very good question...

Well, we make Bouquets.

Hundreds and Hundreds

Of bouquets..

Using classy things like pearl loops

And when it's all done,

I dart off to a cabin in Idaho..

And visit Yellowstone

Wait for Old Faithful to go off (dont look so anxious John)

And feed squirrels. Naturally.

Back to California

I went home to Morgan Hill this past weekend. It was a short bittersweet trip. I realized how much I missed my family but also how much I have come to see Provo as my home. But here are a few highlights for your enjoyment!

We visited my favorite Indian restaurant, Sneha. Interestingly also the name of one of my very good friends from high school. Almost as interesting as the Indian server who kept hitting on me, and I think who wanted me to follow him to the back room. Errrr.

Walking my fat dog.

At least she's cute.

Seeing my cute bald grandpa. And yes he was watching Spanish soccer. In Spanish. And no, he does not understand a word of it. Except maybe, GOL!!!!!!!

My sister is having a baby boy in June. So, her shower was the main reason I went home. All she had to do was ask.

I love how little my grandma is compared to me. Because I am little myself.

My adorable niece. I know everyone says this, but she is a genius. She even won some of the party games.

The Gilroy Outlets. This picture does not begin to describe the craziness that is the Coach Outlet on a Saturday. Women everywhere. Going crazy. And a corner full of guys waiting for their wives and the madness to be over.

Things I learned from my Mother

This is the first Mother's Day I will not be spending in Morgan Hill, and it feels so surreal not to be going home tomorrow. But I decided to think back to all the things I have learned and appreciate about my mother. So, Mom, here's to you. Love you!

1. This picture is from my parent's wedding 21 years ago. I always admired my mother's ability to bring us together and make us a family.

2. My mother has always been so supportive of her children. She drove me to Nutcracker practices 45 minutes away twice a week for three straight months. For 6 years. Not to mention the dance classes I had 4 days a week growing up in Morgan Hill.

3. She supported my endevours in cooking and allowed me to experiment and learn by trial and error. And then she ate whatever I came up with. Even if it was bad. (Last year she let me do all of Thanksgiving by myself.)

4. She taught me to be generous with my time, money, and friendships. To give when needed, and also when not. My mother might not be a member of the church, but that she taught me to choose the right regardless.

5. To cook well, and to share it with others. And to never attend a party or event without bringing food to share and saying thank you at the end (this picture is from "Asian Night")

6. My mother always told me growing up that to make friends you have to be a friend. And that having fun can require effort. I never really understood that until I got to college, and I had to go out of my comfort zone to meet new people and try new things. Best lesson in friendship. Ever.

7. She tries to make me embrace my culture, no matter how hard I try to avoid it. We had "Asian Night" last night. I made chow mein and cashew chicken and hosted a big party. I guess I can never get away from my heritage, so if you can't hide it, embrace it.

7. Chow Mein. My mother doesn't have a recipe for it and because of that neither do I. Best thing I make. Hands down.

8. She supported me when I decided to get join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and also when I chose to attend BYU. I know it's really hard to be so far away, but Utah is only a 2 hour plane ride away. And she visits often and so do I. (This is from her last trip up here for my birthday. She treated 15 people to dinner at my favorite restaurant.)

9. I will love my mother for always taking pictures. She is often never in them, and we give her such a hard time for taking the time to do it. But, you can't put a price on memories.

10. For being my mother. For teaching, helping, listening, cooking, cleaning, supporting, watching out for, and loving me. Through thick and thin and near and far.

Everything I need to know in life, I learned from my mother.

Honey, Please Never Buy Me Roses

I am one week into my job at the flower place, and as much as I love my mother, I will be thrilled when this holiday is over. Yesterday we got an order for over a thousand rose bouquets for today. For those of you uncertain on just how many flowers that is, I did the math for you.

• 1,056 mixed rose bouquets total
• 12,672 roses (with the thorns on by the way)
  
• 3,168 bunches of baby's breath
• 18 workers
• 4 hours of work
• 3 assembly lines
• 2 very tired roommates

The good news is that since Stefi and I are becoming the same person, we also have the same job. We get to enjoy hours of each others company both in and out of work, and it's quite fun to confuse our co-workers who don't know we live together with phrases like, "no one even loves you."

Well, I have the day off tomorrow and will be splitting my time between my bed, the pool, and Sonic. Growing up I used to want to be a florist and spend all day around flowers, but after today, all I can say is please honey, never buy me a mixed rose bouquet.