Cheetah with spots

I can't say much has happened in the last few days. I was talking to Cody, he's my friend and a co-worker, and he informed me that I don't write on this much anymore, so here's my attempt. I've been writing a lot of nonsense fluff garbage lately that I've figured only really applies to my life and my future posterity. I know that some of you find it interesting as I talk on dully of my life and the situations that I find myself placed in. But, a lot of them have some personal feelings attached to them that belong in a journal and not in a blog. The definition of my blog is light and careless. It's not meant to be full of the deep and meaningful basura that only I'd find to have any meaning.

I used to be a cheetah. Yes, I said a cheetah. I would run and climb and then I'd run some more. I'd pounce off of the black sands of the outback and soar through the air. My golden body shined brightly in the sun as my black spots put fear into the hearts of all other creatures. I was a cheetah and I was amazing. That was until my friend Mary told me that she was a cheetah and I had to be something else. She had claimed that she was a cheetah first and that I was more fit to be a unicorn or something. I didn't want to be a unicorn. What's manly and graceful about an animal with a horn. No one in their right mind would ever want to be some prancing little fairytale flutternuffle who doesn't even exist in real life. I was a cheetah and I refused to be anything less. Mary informed me that she was not going to allow me to be a cheetah anymore and that if I didn't stop telling her that I was she'd go home. After that I was aladdin and she was Jasmine and my trampoline was our magic carpet. Disney eat your heart out!

-Jer-

The never thought...

My life has always been full of surprises. When I was 7 years old my grandma asked me to help her pull weeds in her garden. I told her no, turned around and ran away. I didn't like pulling weeds and I was definitely not going to pull them in my grandma's garden. It caught me by total surprise when she caught me by the top of my head and pulled me back the garden by my hair. An old lady, and at that age someone who I thought was ancient, caught up with me! ME! A young cheetah! Needless to say I had to re-vamp my ideas of a quick scheme to get out of work. When I was 17 years old I got a full-ride scholarship to attend culinary arts school. It was a dream come true. I loved it until I started doing it. I determined at that moment that cooking for me was so much a passion that if I did it for a living I'd end up hating it. When I was 20 years old a doctor in Puerto Rico told me that I had something lodged in my brain and then insisted that I would have to have it removed. He said that he didn't know what it was but he was sure it was the reason that I was having a migraine everyday. He went on to scare the living crap out of me by telling me that it was serious enough to be sent home to Utah immediately. It turned out that the "something" that was lodged in the back of my brain was a cyst and wasn't cause for concern. It's still there and as far as I know is still the size of an egg. It rest peacefully next to my brain and the bone in the back of my head. But, not even my grandma catching up to me that day compares to the following story.

3 months ago Melissa had a miscarriage. It had been her second one in less than 4 months and needless to say, we were distraught. We had determined after that moment that we were going to wait to have a baby for a while. Melissa needed to heal and we needed to have a little more us time. Plus, we didn't want to have another surprise like we had just had the last 2 times. 6 weeks later Melissa started getting sick. She had a lot of symptoms associated with the flu so we weren't too worried about it. After a few days however, she started getting worse. We called her OBGYN and she said, as we thought, that there was a flu bug going around but since we were worried we could take a pregnancy test. After three positive answers we called the doctor back and were told to come in for some blood work. Within two hours of the blood work Melissa got a call telling her that she needed to come in ASAP for an ultrasound. The doctor was worried about the results of her test and she needed to see what was going on. The next morning we went in for the test, anxious for what was about to happen. After a careful, and very careful test, we found out that Melissa was exactly 6 weeks pregnant. We were blown away. How could she possibly be pregnant? She had just had a miscarriage 6 weeks prior. It was a completely different pregnancy and had somehow survived the miscarriage. We asked the doctor and she didn't know. When we went in for our first official appointment all she was able to tell us was that things like this just happen. Our baby is now 12 weeks. He/she is healthy and strong. Baby Sorensen is due on December 25th and has to be the biggest surprise of my life.

-Jeremy-