We've Still Got the Jive

Ok, so maybe using the word 'jive' would put up a red flag that we've obviously NOT got what we claim to.  But I am going to stick with it.  We're still just as awesome as before.  Before we got married and had to think of a second person all of the time and disagree about money.  Before we had a baby that needs watching every second of the day, including diaper changes and eating.  We've still got our spontaneity.

This past weekend was kind of a let-down for us.  We had big plans to go to St. George and they were vanquished by the magical abilities that only a doctor bill can summon.  With nothing to our name but a full tank of gas and a mason jar with some change you can imagine we were more than a little dejected.  And panicked. But hey, there's nothing like starting over from nothing.

So... to save our awesome weekend I signed us up to cheer and guide a relay league in Park City.  Running with Ed (who's full name is Education, and was represented as an apple, complete with face and graduation cap) needed a few volunteers and who better than a new momma and her sweet baby and handsome husband?  Needless to say, Steven wasn't as enthused.  But I had a good time.  It was free entertainment.  Quite a few of the runners had a team name complete with running costumes.  My favorite was Nerd Squad who's outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt tucked into tiny running shorts, suspenders and glasses with tape.

I spent the afternoon cheering on strangers while Steven stayed nearby calming Alaska every time her otherwise very quiet momma let out an Indian whooop when someone rounded the corner.  After our shift we went to the field house to see Steven's cousin who had given me the idea in the first place and then drove around the historic part of Park City.  It was a great weekend.  But not over yet.  The best was yet to come.

At the end of the day after a nap we both needed some icecream.  However, we had no money to spend on something so insignificant.  Until I raided the change jar on our dresser.  I found $6.25 in nickles and dimes, 75 cents in quarters.  Our favorite place to get icecream is in Bountiful.  It only took us eight seconds to  decide that's where we were headed.  It was 9:30 pm, Alaska was asleep, and the place would close around 10.  We piled her into the car, barely waking her, and we were on our way, my hands full of coins.

Steven coaxed a few bills out of his wallet and we were set.  So if that's not taking the unexpected and still making a great weekend I don't know what is.  And the best part of all of this was realizing we've still got the jive.  Don't date me by that word, it was around long before I was.