Hockey Hobby

It all started last week when Andy came home from work, huge smile on his face. I thought to myself...oh no, I know that look. With a deep breath I smiled back at him and waited for what he was about to say next. Trying to hide my smile I quietly waited until he finally broke the silence, almost in a shout grinning from ear to ear he says, "Jess, I'm going to play HOCKEY!!!!" And then waits for my reaction.

I've never been one to have several hobbies, I like what I like and stick to what I know. Andy however...is the total opposite, and I LOVE him for it. He fills his plate with more hobbies/activities than he knows what to do with. He drinks in life like he's drinking from a fire hydrant gushing out water. There is no taking a little sip, it's mouth opened wide, catch as much as you can. With these 'hobbies' comes a dying obsession, it's that one thing on his mind all the time for a while and then just as quickly as it came on, he's over it and onto the next thing.

His latest 'hobby' if you will, has been hockey, he's never played before but has always wanted too. I went and watched him play last night and it was HYSTERICAL!!! I was in tears laughing the whole time.

He has skating down to an art, forwards, backwards, sliding...he's got that down good. However coming to a stop is a completely different story, that should actually be his next hobby...
Stopping usually requires hitting the wall, or getting down and his knees and sliding into either something or someone.
Then with that huge grin gets up and attacks it again.



While all the other guys were all decked out and professional looking, you could spot Andy a mile away. With his black and green jersey, maroon and white socks, grey gloves, one white and one black skate, and his bright red hockey stick...
Not to mention he was the only guy out there with a HUGE grin from ear to ear the whole game.

Hey he might not have had the best looking gear, but he was so the best looking guy out there!



After only playing a few minutes he got passed the puck and shot it right between the goalies legs...SCORE! The whole game he kept looking up into the stands giving me the 'I love you sign' and making sure I was watching him. It was really cute!!!

He was on fire. Then the very last seconds of the game he went coast to coast, had a wild break away. Everyone was silent, I was saying to myself 'please don't fall, please don't fall...' as I watched him fly towards the goal. Then as if he'd been doing it all his life, he flipped the puck behind his back and shot it straight into the goal winning the game.
Two goals in one night...he was the hero, and they want him to come and play again next week.

He was so happy and so excited, he took me to get an ice cream sundae after the game!!! Yay me!!!!



I really couldn't ask for a greater husband, he's amazing!

Carry on, carry on...

Just a quick little thought... So a lot has been on my mind lately, a lot about the second coming, and natural disasters, and what am I going to do, how would I be able to get through that. Really scary stuff, I've been freaking myself out!!!
So Sunday as Andy and I were sitting in sacrament meeting we were right in the middle of singing the closing hymn when all the power in the building went out, it was so dark in the chapel I was amazed. But even more amazing, everyone kept singing, people opened up the doors to let some light in. After the song was over, we had a closing prayer with the microphone, then went to class and carried on as if we normally would had there been power in the building. We weren't told to go home, or have mass amounts of panic going on.
Finally right before the third hour it kicked back on and things were fine. But they were fine the whole time. Nothing changed, nothing was different...power or no power.
It hit me when I got home, that's what is so amazing about our church, despite what is going on outside we just carry on. I love it, it brings me such great comfort in knowing that we will, I will just carry on!

Meltdown

Okay so just bare with me for a second. I'm sitting here at home laughing my head off all alone. Andy is at school, Oakley's chewing on his toy duck, and the baby has the hiccups for the 5th time today. I'm laughing, because that's sometimes what I just do. I laugh, I laugh when I'm in an awkward situation. I laugh when I'm uncomfortable. I laugh when I'm trying not to cry, or when someone says something that hurts my feelings. I've been this way my whole life, when my dad would spank me...I'd laugh. You get the picture, but all that has changed these last 8 months of being pregnant. Instead of laughing, I'm crying which leads me to last weekend. Andy had a really busy week last week. Busy as in not just work and school, but after all that he played basketball, hockey, young men's activities, a work dinner, and went snowboarding Friday night (our usual date night) All of these things put him getting home late, like after I'm already in bed late. Usually it's great and I'm fine when he has things going on. I was fine all week, so Saturday rolls around and I'm so excited because we get the whole day to spend together doing whatever I want, whatever I need help with. So I plan the whole day out, we're going to sleep in, finish the nursery, paint some shelves, just tie up a lot of loose ends. Keep in mind this was his idea, to be with me ALL day Saturday. So we wake up to his cell phone ringing, they've asked him to come referee the young men's basketball game from 11-12. Okay, fine. I told him to tell them "no" because he reffed two games last week, but whatever. He can't tell them no, so he goes. Fine, I'll just clean the house. Then I get a call from him saying that he has to ref one more game, so now he'll be home at 1:00. Again I think 'Fine.' Finally he gets home and we are ready to go, we run to IKEA our first stop, as we're walking into the store his phone rings again. At this point I want to rip the phone out of his hands and hurl it across the store. Well some guy wants to come look at the truck (we put it up for sale) he wants to come in an hour. So we run through IKEA get nothing done, and head back home so that he can get the truck cleaned up for this guy. Meanwhile, my day is ruined at this point it's 3:30 and we've gotten nothing accomplished. So I go up to our room, shut the door and have a total melt down. I sat there crying for an hour, to the point where I couldn't even breath. I can't even think of a time when I've cried that hard ever, ever, ever. Andy finally comes in and honestly thinks that someone has just died. As he tries his best to comfort me, I'm telling him get out, get away from me. So he does, he leaves gives me what I want. Well that just makes me cry even harder, so I throw the pillow at the door because he's just going to leave me there??? What kind of a husband does that??? So he comes back in the room, when he asks me what's wrong all I can get out is, "You...sniff...ruined...sniff, sniff, wipe...my day!!!" Then more sobs and tears follow along with the crazy talk:
Me: "I can't do this anymore Andy," Now I'm screaming at him with a creaky voice.
Andy: "Can't do what Jess?"
Me: Cry, cry, cry
Andy: "Be pregnant anymore?"
Me: Shake head
Andy: "You want to call it quits?"
Me: Sob and hysterically shake my head
Andy: "I don't know what to do..."
He's blown away has no clue what to do, he's looking at me like he's never seen me before. In the mean time the guy comes to look at the truck, Andy's thinking, 'Do I answer the door? Do I leave her? Can I leave her? Is she going to jump out the window?
At this point, I don't even know what I'm saying, or really why I'm crying anymore. So I crawl into the bathroom. He follows me (on his hands and knees into the bathroom)
Andy: "Stop crying now."
Me: Shake my head
Andy: "I don't care if you cry for a reason, but do you have a reason?"
Me: Nod my head
Andy: "Sorry that I ruined your day. Now stop crying, and get off the floor."
Me: Shake head
Andy: Grabs me by my arm and drags me across the bathroom floor. Bends down and tries to pick me up. No good, I'm too heavy.
I start crying again because now I'm too fat!

Eventually I get up on the bed, stop crying, and fall asleep. When I wake up, I'm trying to make sense of it all. But am sticking to my point that he ruined my day, and that I'm not a scary enough wife. Why because it's easier for him to tell me no, than other people.

Now as I'm remembering this and playing it back in my head, I'm laughing. I really am crazy, but he really did ruin my day. It feels good though to laugh instead of cry...I need to get this kid out of me while I still have some sanity left.

Zurik Wesley Stuker

He's finally here!!! My brother and sister in-law Rachel had their baby Thursday, January 22nd. He is the cutest little guy and has the sweetest little spirit. We are so excited to finally have him here. Just a few more days before his cousin makes an apperance into the world. Welcome to the family baby 'Z' we love you!

My baby - Baby Boy Welch!

So there's been some confusion as to this post...this is just a joke, not our real baby. We've had a few people call, sweet, sweet people, and congratulate us on the birth of our baby. So just to clear things up, this picture is morphed. Below is a website that I put our pictures into (just out of curiosity) to see what our baby might look like...the below picture was the result.

Thank you to those who were sweet enough to call and voice their concern. Mostly to be upset that we didn't let them know that we had our little boy...people he's still cooking for a few more days. I promise that we will let you all know when he arrives!


What do you think about my little new baby Baby Boy Welch?
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