February 8, 2016

3 years - we did it, ah yeeaah.

About a day before our 3rd year anniversary, I heard B say to multiple people on different accounts...
"I told her that if we made it to 3 years, I'd stick with her forever. So she better not mess anything up in the next 24 hours!"

And it made me laugh a lot. 
One, because never has he ever said that to me, ever. Idk where it even came from! 
The first time I heard him say it - it really really made me laugh.
And two, because I think a person or two took him literally and lo and behold...heartless B. 

But luckily for me, I didn't screw anything up. 
Now we've been married for 3 years. 
And now he will apparently stick with me forever :)

But really, 3 years - it's been so good. 
B follows GoogleFacts on Twitter and one said something about how studies show that couples are happiest in their 3rd year of marriage. 
He goes, "Rik!" *shows me the tweet*, *then fist bumps me* and inside we both are like, "ah yeeeaah".

B and I love to scare each other. 
Well actually, B loves to scare me and I attempt to get him back. 
Whenever I get home before B, he always scares the crizapp out of me when I'm in the shower. 
Soooo....the other night, I came home and I heard the shower going in our bathroom. 
Obviously I had to scare him, so I run into the bathroom, grab a water bottle, throw open the shower curtain, throw the water on him and yell, "WAAHHHH!!".
Except. he. wasn't. in. the. freaking. shower. 
He jumps out of the toilet room behind me and screams "WAH!" at me.
So me, I'm like "WAHHH!" at him in the shower but then a real life "WAHHHHH" of pure terror right after because of him scaring me.
We laughed so hard for so long! 
It was all a set up that I completely fell for and am totally ashamed of.
Cross your fingers that in my "4 year" blog post I can tell a successful story of me scaring Blake.

Also, pray that in my "4 year" blog post, I'll have my name legally changed. 
Before you go and make any assumptions about me being lazy or having committal issues to marriage, hear this. 
In my free time last week, I scrubbed the fridge and freezer head to toe. 
I could have gotten my name legally changed in that time - but then my fridge would still be dirty. 
That's called prioritizing.
Unfortunately, changing my name has been at the bottom of the list for a long time. But it's slowly making it's way towards the top!
I think "buy a new car", "make a baby", "go back to Romania", "move out of my parents house", "wait for B to graduate", "do my laundry", "clean our closet", "make dinner" etc. is on the list before "change my name legally". 
So pray that year 3 of marriage is BIG so that I can legally and one day finally become an official "Sanford".
Also, B doesn't wear his ring because it drives him bonkers to wear jewelry. 
I don't get my name changed because I hate the DMV, bank, and all things that involve "line waiting". 
No ring? I don't mind. No name change? He doesn't care.
That's called compromise. 
Also, my name is changed on FB and Insta and Email - what else really matters?
Not your business documents, college graduate certificate, drivers license, credit card, debit cards, church records, etc. Nope - not important. 

Anyway, I highly recommend marriage to anyone and everyone. And I'm really truly sorry that 
Blake Sanford is already taken, or else I would also highly recommend 
marrying B-Money.

And B! I know you're reading this!
Thanks for being the very best person for me.
You're the most supportive, caring, smart and hilarious person I know.
We go together. 
you know?
 like, rama lama lama, ka dignity ding da dong.
(HA! Jk - but thanks for watching all 3 hours of Grease Live with me). 

I love you SO freaking much!
Times five.
Plus infinity. 

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November 8, 2015

On being a Utah Jazz Dancer.

My intent was to blog about dancing in the NBA whiiiile it was actually happening.
BUT here we are.
Like, way too long after it actually happened.

So I'm just going to do an overview, cliffnotes style, if you will.
And I might be more candid and honest than I should be. 
But let's face it, there were things I LOVED and HATED about the experience and I want to remember it all. 
Also, I remember when I was thinking about trying out and googling anything and everything that would maybe give me a glimpse into what I was getting myself in to.
There's not a whole lot. 
So if you're thinking about trying out, maybe this will help you a little. 

Here's a list of all the things I was unprepared for, good and bad.
Also, as a disclaimer, this is all based on my own personal experience. AKA: all my thoughts and opinions are just mine and no one else's!
So there's that.  :)
1. The physical exhaustion. 
Honestly, I was prepared to be physically exhausted, but not to this extent. Practices are 4 hours long and they start with a work out. I thought I was in-shape, until I had to work out with the Jazz Dancers. I remember the very first practice we had, I had to talk to myself mentally through the whole thing. No joke. I was like, "you can do this", "only 4 more circuits", "maybe sing the national anthem to make time go faster". And then after the work out, you dance and you dance hard. There's rarley down time during practice. But luckily, your body gets stronger. I would dread practice at the beginning of the season, and eventually it became no big thing.
2. The mental exhaustion. 
You learn about 40 routines throughout the season. Practices mainly consisted of learning multiple dances in one night. It wasn't rare where we would learn a dance and perform it the next night. And it's a way scary thing having to perform numbers that AREN'T in your muscle memory and having to think hard during the whole performance. OOOOOH my brain was so fried all season. Not to mention, a lot of the dances were so similiar! So many times I would be practicing back stage, do a move, and start going into a completely difference dance. Panic mode - activated.
3. The pay.
I don't think I can disclose how much they make, BUT we did get paid for all practices, games, and appearances. Way more than I thought (I read online that dancers only make $50.00/game and that's it). So that was a pleasant surprise.
4. The perks. 
There's not a lot. So that was a sad surprise. No free tickets? B cried. 
5. The weigh-ins.
They happen once a month and they never tell you when they are going to be. Those sucked. I remember not eating a whole lot when I THOUGHT we would be having weigh-ins, and also trying to pee a whole lot as well. (it was the worst thing when I was wrong, cause then I was running on not enough food at practice). Honestly, I never once left a weigh-in feeling like a baller. More like I needed to grab an exercise ball and do 1,000 sit-ups. I was told to lose 5 lbs. That never happened. I think I actually ended up gaining weight from the muscle I was building with all the work outs.

(just a side note: people are usually really surprised when I tell them that we have weigh-ins, like "how could they!?". But let's get real. Our job is to dance and be fit. Of course they are going to monitor our bodies closely. Not that that makes it suck any less, but I guess it just makes sense in my brain.)
6. The intensity. 
Usually if you screw up in a dance in a concert or something, it's not a huge deal. Screw up on the court, in front of 20,000 people, on the jumbotron? You're toast. The coach doesn't let mistakes fly, and basically you want to die if she saw you mess up. Just take my word for it that it's NO BUENO.
7. The friends. 
Truly, the best part about the Jazz. I made so many life long friends through this journey that I am SO grateful for. During my season, there was no drama and we all got along really well. Everyone was so sweet and loving and I LOVED IT!!!
8. Feeling like a piece of meat. 
It happened. They want you to look good and sexy and available. Didn't love that. I also wasn't allowed to wear my wedding ring, which also made me not happy. But it's just part of the whole thing!
9. The makeup. 
At my first game, I feel like I caked the makeup on, like CAKED. Then my coach looked at me and said I needed more. I was like, "more?! but HOW?!". I'm such a dummy when it comes to makeup. Like truly. Even to this day, contouring and highlighting is such a foreign thing to me. But I did learn a thing or two and my eyebrows have never looked better. 
10. Game day. 
It's an event. We get there early, practice on the court with the basketball players (while trying to avoid their flying basketballs), then dinner, then we get our hair done and do our makeup, then we warm up, then we greet and make appearances to the suites, then we dance. It's a long day, but also really really fun.
11. The driving. 
Practice was held about an hour away from my home. Being late is unacceptable (even getting in a car wreck isn't a valid excuse ?!?!?!?!), so we would leave way early. The arena is 45 minutes away - we would also leave way early for that. Seriously I felt like I drove SO MUCH. But I had a bomb carpool and some of the best memories of being a Jazz Dancer happened during all our car rides. Belle, Alex, Dano...I love you so much!
12. The costumes.
We have so many costumes! I totally wasn't expecting that. And they are cute. LOVED THAT.

13. The modesty.
I don't know about you, but as a dancer, I expect to be wearing spanks and tank tops and shorter skirts/dresses. It's just part of the deal.  However, if you look at other NBA teams, they wear crop tops that show lots of belly and lots of cleavage. Dancing for the Jazz, if it shows too much mid-drift, we aren't allowed to wear it. I remember we wore this way cute yellow hoodie for a dance and on some people it showed too much of their stomach, so we weren't allowed to wear it again. The modesty - some people love and some people hate. I for one, appreciated it.
14. Being a "rookie".
If it's your first year, you're called a "rookie" like, all the time.  Rookies are usually always in the back of dances and you're basically under a microscope all season. The worst moment of the season was when we had learned a dance the night before (that the Veterans already knew) and we weren't told that we would be performing it the next day at the game. During our practice, right before the game, I remember the coach telling the rookies to get on the basketball floor and do the dance for her and the Vets. I think a few swear words were said in my mind. Mostly just, "holy shoot, holy shoot" over and over  :) We basically got roasted cuz we didn't know the dance and I remember being so stressed because we were getting yelled at AND we had to have the dance perfected by the 4th quarter. Basically being a rookie sucked on that day.
But the veterans are so nice, and the captain was so so sweet. They help you all season and really make you feel welcomed on the team.
15. Performing.
At the beginning of the season, I hated performing.  It was so dang scary! Plus you didn't know if you were going to get busted after the performance for being out of line, or messing up, or whatever.  But after doing it a few times, it became the best thing ever.  Performing in front of so many people gives you a high that can't really be explained! As the season goes on, you get better at remembering the dances and the coach's comments turn from criticism to praise. This is the thing I'm going to miss the MOST. Performing on the NBA floor.
16. Throwing out prizes.
During the 4th quarter, we get these little jazz balls and we throw them out to the crowd.  I was NOT prepared at how BAD I was going to be at that.  Hahahaha after my first game, B said, "Awesome job baby! Now...let's go work on your throwing skills."  :)  I quickly learned to NOT point at the person I was going to throw it to.  I had too many embarrassing experiences where I would point to the person, nod my head at them, throw the ball, and have it go in the completely wrong direction.
 *face palm*

17. Getting makeovers.
Such a fun AND scary part of being on the Jazz.
At the beginning of the season, they give you a hair makeover and give you some makeup that goes with your skin type and coloring.
When it comes to your hair makeover, you don't have much say.
I remember just standing in front of the coach and our hair stylist and they were like, "I don't like her blonde, let's take her dark brown...and she needs a trim."
And then you just kind of walk away and that's it! You show up to your hair appointment and they do what they want!
They cut off a TON of my hair, which made me sooooo sad. But it could have been worse!
They gave some girls bangs, some go more red, some get extensions, etc, (one chick got her hair chopped and dyed blonde!)
It's fun to see everyone after their hair makeover and it totally reminded me of an episode off of America's Next Top Model. You feel me?!

And really, that's all I can think of right now.  It was a great experience and I'm glad I did it!  Mostly because of the friends I made and being able to perform, but also because it taught me to be confident in myself, go out of my comfort zone, to make new friends and to try new things!

One more thing!
I think there's a stereotype that comes with being an NBA dancer.
Like, idk, "pretty, but dumb" (???) Maybe?!
Anyway, that is SO. NOT. TRUE.
On the Jazz, a lot of us were graduated, there were people with a masters degree, a nurse, a mom, an accountant, girls moving on to grad school, etc.
I guess all I'm saying is that this group of girls are AMAZING and not just at dancing, but in tons of other aspects of life as well.

Ah! One more thing!
I was fully planning on trying out again for a 2nd season.
But life has different plans and I ended up opening a dance studio instead (!!)
Next stop? baby time. 
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October 19, 2015

HBD Lush!

Yesterday my BFF turned 24.
We're slowly getting old and it's freaking us out. 
But whatevs. 
One day we'll have ten kids and wrinkles and bomb lives with 50 years behind us and we won't even care how old we are. 

Yesterday, B and I had to give Lush a lesson on fractions and multiplication and it just made me so happy for some reason.

B: So what's two times two?
Lush: Four.
Lush: I meant five. 

Ya,  Lush is growing up...but she still needs my help with simple math, so we're basically still those girls that found each other in 4th grade and were instant besties.

Happy birthday, baby girl! I love you!

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July 20, 2015

Hey you, I appreciate you.

A few weeks ago, I started feeling really anxious. 
I don't want to get into too much detail, but in sum, I had this deep urge to be a better person, especially when it comes to my beliefs.
A lot of things in this world are changing and it seems as if worldly standards are veering further from my own personal beliefs. 
It kind of hit me like a ton of bricks that I can't just cruise through life or I'll drift in the direction of the world. 
Yes, I may be making right choices and living a good life, but in that moment, I realized that it wasn't enough.
So I had a freak out moment, like...
"BLAKE! the world is coming to an end! We can't just be chillin!"
and, "Omgeeee, how are we going to raise kids in this world!"
and, "AHH we have so many things we need to work on!"

I'm so happy a married a person who listened to my freak out and first said "Rik, you're a really really good person", but also said, "Okay, what do we need to work on?"

In that moment, the only thing that came to mind was, "we need to be on time to church!" haha cuz we're bad at that and it seemed like a good place to start.

But really, we've made some goals and we've been doing really good at them and it makes me so happy and it's totally increased the quality of our marriage.
Seriously, I'm way obsessed with B lately, like more than usual. 
And I just know it's because he get me, and listens to me, and helps me when I have weird freak outs. It's nice having a person to work on stuff and share goals with. 

B....I love you and appreciate you. 
So much. 

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July 17, 2015

Spring Break 2015

For Spring Break, B and I decided to just get away.
It had been a crazy busy year with his school and my work/dance schedule. 
Being on the Jazz, it's hard to take vacations. 
I mean, we're allowed time off, but the stress of missing practice (and having to learn all the dances from a video taken on an iphone and sent to you via text and having them perfectly learned by the time you show up to the next practice) is just SOO stressful!
Like, beats the purpose of even going on vacation. You feel?

Sadly, Spring Break landed on the last week of the Jazz season.
So I didn't get to dance at the last games, and get thank-you flowers, and do our end of year "solo" stuff.
Which was okay (at the time) because I thought I was going to do Jazz for one more season. (but totally turns out, i'm not! - more on that later). 
aaaaand they had some random blonde chick do my solo part at the game. 
So if you happened to be at that game and the announcer said "Rikiiiii Saaaanfooorrd!", 
and some tiny-sized, blonde chick came out and did a solo...I'm sure you put two and two together and realized that that DEFINITELY wasn't me :)

Lucky, Vegas and California were just. so. good. that I was sad about missing Jazz stuff for about point five seconds. 
B and I hit up Vegas for a few days (man I love free time with my man, we laughed and ate and shopped and napped and loved every second of it!) then we headed to California where we met our good friends Mitchy and Meggy. 

I feel like I post about California a lot (too much?). 
Too many beach pics.
Is that a thing?
They say too much of a good thing is a bad thing.
I say too much of the beach is just good for the soul.

This vacation was a real good one.
Now, enjoy a crizapp load of pictures. 
^^B is a lover of frisbee and I'm soooo bad at it! I think one of his life goals is to make me a good frisbee partner. 
^^ one of our favorite things to do in California is house hunt. We found the sweetest house this time right next to the sweetest secret garden type thing and it was all just so sweet. 

 ^^Meggy's hair looks bomb. 
 ^^ we tried to do a shoulder sit for a picture and literally fell over cuz I guess we're really uncoordinated people when it comes to shoulder sits and stuff. 
Grateful for good friends and fun vacations.

Have a happy weekend, friends!

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April 17, 2015

The Earnest's are Adopting!

You guys.
One of my dear friends, Julie, and her family are looking to adopt. 
They are an amazing, tight knit, spiritual, and stupidly talented and good looking family.
Which immediately makes me like, "oooohh, you want more kids? Fiiiine you can take Me and B in." 

But in all seriousness, I've experienced, first-hand, how amazing this family is. 
I've also seen a glimpse into the trials they have faced regarding fertility. 
They want another family member so bad.
And while it breaks my heart that they can't have another one of their own, it also makes me extremely grateful for adoption and the chance they have to take in a special baby and make it their own.

If you know of anyone who is looking for a great family, please tell them to check out the Earnest's adoption profile!
Or if you just want a cuteness overload, go check it out yourself. 
or visit http://adoption.com/profiles/julieearnest-3521

Thanks for reading, kiddos!
And please spread the word!
and also have a great weekend. (woot woot!)