Note: It's 2:00 a.m. for me and I have to get up at 3:30 a.m. in order to be at the airport in time to catch my flight back to Utah. Naturally, I can't sleep. Let's see if this helps.
Adam came in for training the next Thursday night. I had suggested that night because the only other day I worked was Saturday morning at 7:00 a.m. and I was hoping to make a good impression on him. I'd be half asleep Saturday morning. :) Thursday afternoon I primped a lot more than usual. I curled my hair, put on one of my cutest outfits, and even wore a ribbon in my hair that matched my eyes exactly. When I got to work, I "neglected" to change into my uniform shirt. That would have spoiled my whole ensemble!
I'll spare you the details of the actual training. He did learn quickly and we were able to squeeze in some small talk and flirting. I tried to be clever about discovering if he had a girlfriend or fiancee, but alas, I failed. And I just knew he had a girlfriend. I mean, how could he not? He was adorable, charming, smart, and hot! I took it as a good sign when he decided to stay and keep training until I got off work at 2:00 a.m. We even walked out together. I offered him a ride (not that I was driving, I was having a police officer drive me home :) but he declined, as he only lived five minutes away from the police station. Still, it was the best time I had ever had at work. Or ever, really. I just loved talking to him. Needless to say, I put him on the schedule for Thursday nights, just like me. (Abuse of power? Maybe. But totally worth it!)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Picture it...
Provo, September 2005. A beautiful young BYU coed is working as a dispatcher for the university police department. One day, a devastatingly handsome man walks into the station and steals her heart. A few short months later they are married and live happily ever after. That young girl was me. And that hottie, was Adam.
Maybe I watch a little too much Golden Girls... I've decided to use my blog to chronicle the story of how Adam and I met, fell in love, got married, and all that jazz. I'm going to use it as a place to keep my memories fresh and share them with family and friends who didn't get the chance to meet Adam yet. I just love talking about Adam, so I hope nobody gets tired of hearing me
So, here goes. I heard about Adam several days before I actually met him. I was helping in the hiring process for some new people at the police department and I saw his application. As soon as I saw that he was a licensed HAM radio operator, I knew the supervisor (my brother-in-law, also a HAM nerd) would hire him. I also saw that he went to France on his mission and was a French teaching major. France wasn't very en vogue at the time, so I had to hide the fact that I thought that was way cool. I grew up reading and loving French novels (Victor Hugo, the Scarlet Pimpernel series which I realize aren't French, but they're about France. It counts.). Moving on.
The first time I laid eyes on Adam was in the waiting area of the police department when I went to get him for his interview. Honestly, I can't remember what I really thought of him. He was there for a job interview so I was focusing on if he'd be a good employee. I do remember that his tie didn't match his shirt, though.
Needless to say, he was hired, along with several other new recruits and I was in charge of training them all. It was at our second meeting that I realized he was an extremely cute guy. He came in to submit his availability for his work schedule and to set up a time for training, and I found myself flirting with him. (Adam later told me that he didn't think I was cute until this meeting either. He had been very nervous at the interview. He also said he could swear I had on a wedding ring... yeah, he checked.)
Maybe I watch a little too much Golden Girls... I've decided to use my blog to chronicle the story of how Adam and I met, fell in love, got married, and all that jazz. I'm going to use it as a place to keep my memories fresh and share them with family and friends who didn't get the chance to meet Adam yet. I just love talking about Adam, so I hope nobody gets tired of hearing me
So, here goes. I heard about Adam several days before I actually met him. I was helping in the hiring process for some new people at the police department and I saw his application. As soon as I saw that he was a licensed HAM radio operator, I knew the supervisor (my brother-in-law, also a HAM nerd) would hire him. I also saw that he went to France on his mission and was a French teaching major. France wasn't very en vogue at the time, so I had to hide the fact that I thought that was way cool. I grew up reading and loving French novels (Victor Hugo, the Scarlet Pimpernel series which I realize aren't French, but they're about France. It counts.). Moving on.
The first time I laid eyes on Adam was in the waiting area of the police department when I went to get him for his interview. Honestly, I can't remember what I really thought of him. He was there for a job interview so I was focusing on if he'd be a good employee. I do remember that his tie didn't match his shirt, though.
Needless to say, he was hired, along with several other new recruits and I was in charge of training them all. It was at our second meeting that I realized he was an extremely cute guy. He came in to submit his availability for his work schedule and to set up a time for training, and I found myself flirting with him. (Adam later told me that he didn't think I was cute until this meeting either. He had been very nervous at the interview. He also said he could swear I had on a wedding ring... yeah, he checked.)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
What the heck?
Hello everyone,
Well, there's been a lot of talk about blogging this week in my family, and I thought it might be kinda funny to start up my own blog. I don't know if I really want to do this, but I figure I can at least give it a shot. Given the fact that its almost 2:30 a.m., I don't think I'll post anything real tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
P. S. Does the title make sense to you? Adam used to use that in emails and instant messages. I actually had to have him explain what it meant to me. Sometimes I'm a little dense. (For anyone who is as clueless as me, the <3 is supposed to look like a heart. Maybe I can find a better font...)
Well, there's been a lot of talk about blogging this week in my family, and I thought it might be kinda funny to start up my own blog. I don't know if I really want to do this, but I figure I can at least give it a shot. Given the fact that its almost 2:30 a.m., I don't think I'll post anything real tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
P. S. Does the title make sense to you? Adam used to use that in emails and instant messages. I actually had to have him explain what it meant to me. Sometimes I'm a little dense. (For anyone who is as clueless as me, the <3 is supposed to look like a heart. Maybe I can find a better font...)
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