Stolen car...found car

So last Thursday night Zac's Honda Accord got stolen from outside of our apartment complex. We didn't think we lived in the "hood" until this incident occured. It was quite devestating to the two of us. We immediately started assessing the situation and how were going to make our work schedules work with one car. Some of our options were Zac rides his bike 15 miles in 107 degree weather, I just quit my job, or I pick Zac up from Walgreens (where he works) a good five hours after he gets off. For some reason we weren't loving any of theses options so we got on our knees and pleaded that we would recieve some good fortune.
A couple of days went by with no sign of a car and our high hopes of the car being found were depleting. My siblings were kind enough to offer selling us their cars, but unless they were willing to make a deal about three thousand under the four thousand they were asking for, we were both out of luck.
So Saturday night rolls around, it was two o'clock in the morning and I was tired. I felt like I should pray specifically that our car be found. I laid in bed and couldn't fall asleep. About 30 minutes later Zac's cell phone rings. It is a cop asking us if we had reported a stolen car. He found it. We had to drive out to the middle of nowhere to pick it up in the middle of the night. Turns out the guy who stole the car sent the policeman on a wild goose chase. He drove off into an open neighborhood with lots of trees, parked the car and booked it. The cops could not catch him. Fortunately, but kind of creepy, the only thing he took from Zac's car, aside from his spoiler, was the ax my dad gave him for Christmas. So to make a long story short, there is a fugitive out there who knows where we live and has our ax. Am I sort of scared? YES!!

Reality

A conversation between Zac and I went something like this while standing in Borders in front of the Women's Health magazine section:

Zac says, "Wow, I feel really bad for you Becky. Every magazine talks about how to flatten your abs or lose twenty pounds before summer with some kind of magic food."

"I know, isn't it so sad that is all there is for me to read in regards to health?"

"You should write your own magazine about interesting stuff for women to read about."

"You're right, I should. I will call it Reality."

So that was our experience tonight at the bookstore. I always forget how we are bombarded with so many messages about our bodies and how to perfect them. What do you think about a magazine that included women's imperfections and thoughts about topics other than being thin and fit? It could have women write in questions about how to overcome certain insecurities or embracing the bodies they have. Some titles I thought of were Reality, Imperfections, Moderation, Mediocrity, Embrace, any other ideas out there?

I know this whole magazine idea is a little far fetched, but I love to study about the human body and how it works, and all I can find out there to read about makes me feel bad about my body. I know it helps me to be aware of the messages the media is trying to portray. It is nights like tonight that help me to remeber to filter out the crap.

Does anyone out there have any magazines they enjoy and would recommend?

Who knows, maybe one day I will act on this random idea, we'll see how I feel in the morning.

one of those days...

Do you ever just have those days where nothing goes right from the moment you wake up in the morning until your head hits the pillow that night? I think it comes with being human.
Try sticking qtips in your ears and make a funny face, it cheered me up.

Happy Graduation!!

So I finally downloaded the pictures from gradaution. The one with the guy is his brother. They graduated together so it was a special celebration for the Freestone family. I know it was over a week ago, but late is better than never, right?

If you are wondering why zac is pulling away from me it is because he doesn't love me. j/k! He is a little afraid of showing affection in public. I have had a "few" talks with him about this issue and he is actually making a lot of progress in regards to touching me and remembering I am in fact his wife when we go out. Last Thursday we went to a Diamondbacks baseball game. The camera man was looking for couples kissing to show on the big screen. We were having at it, (kissing, that is) and right before he got to us the game came back on and the Z-man lucked out big time. The point is that he was willing to kiss me in front of all those people. I felt so loved. I guess his graduation made him a more mature man.

BYU Graduate!!

My husband, Zac, is walking tomorrow. He gets to wear the cap and gown and take pictures next to me. He is so excited. J/K. He can't figure out what the big deal is, but I think it is really fun to make it a celebration. Mostly because I bought a new dress and shoes for the occasion. We also got to take some time off from work and the hot desert to come and visit family and the beautiful mountains. We didn't realize what a flat place we live in until we came back to visit Utah.

So far we have already hit three of our many designated food joints to eat at while we are here. Last night we went to Bombay House (Indian Cuisine) and Maverick for some fro-yo. Today we went to lunch at Brick Oven where I reunited with fellow "Bricky" friends. Next on our list is Cafe Rio and Bajio. I got my hair cut and colored this morning, finally after five months of horrible roots and split ends. Zac walked through the mall with me and even helped me pick out a cute headband to wear to graduation tomorrow - what a sweetheart!

Our 29 hours in Provo have been well spent and very much enjoyed. We leave to go back to reality on Sunday. I guess all we can do now is just live it up.

One last thing, I want to just say what an amazing husband I have and how proud I am of him for graduating and moving onto bigger and better. He is such a hard worker and willing to sacrifice anything for me. Sometimes he gets tempted to just take me away to a deserted island and just live the simple life, carefree and captain of his pretend sailboat. There are moments when I think he is serious so I try to keep him extra motivated to do well in medical school so he can have a good job one day. An example of my efforts is exemplified in the following story. The other day he was starting the dish washer and filling both of the slots full with soap. I told him that for now we can only fill one of the slots with soap, at least until he gets a real job. He thought it was pretty funny, mostly because we really are that poor and have ghetto jobs. I hope we will look back on these days and just laugh, I really hope.

Happy graduation babe. I love you!!

Wendy is a MOM!!

Norah Ruth Thomas