Wedding Website

It's been a while since my last blog, so....if you'd like to know what I've been up to, check out our wedding website: www.theknot.com/ourwedding/sarahmyhre&kentmazur

Only a little over 3 months!

Wrongs Righted?

I am one of those people who embarrasses you in a public place by taking back the cold fries and asking for a new batch, knowing that while the cook is probably spitting in them, as least they'll be hot. And it's not just that it will be hot, but JUSTICE will have been served; a wrong righted.

A week ago I pulled through Chick-fil-a for a quick and somewhat healthy, grilled chicken sandwich on wheat bun. After pulling over to situate before getting back on the road, I opened my sandwich to apply a nice, slathering of mayonnaise, only to find a winged bug creature lying dead, in the fetal position atop my generous slice of tomato. To be fair, it was tiny, I could barely see it and would definitely not known different if I'd gone to town on it instead of adding a condiment. Regardless, this was not acceptable, I was grossed out. Chic-fil-a is as reputable a fast food chain as there exists in this glorious land of capitalism, so I knew that the manager would be more than eager to handle the situation with the usual graveling and gratuity granted by the situation. Such was the case, and I ate, somewhat hesitantly, a bug free grilled chicken sandwich just five minutes later (for the record, in case anyone from Chic-fil-a Corporation is reading this, I know you sometimes do. I was offered a free brownie or soft drink for my trouble, but decided it would defeat the purpose of eating a healthy sandwich to add to it a side of sugar).

Wrong righted, right? Well what about this next scenario. Shell gas station car wash. Yeah, are you reading this Mr. Corporate Shell, oil mogle? We (speaking for the civilized world, because it's happened to all of us) are tired of your cut rate car washes that charge top dollar and leave our cars with the same amount of dirt, but just in different places. I drove through a shell car wash this week and paid $7 for the Silver Wash, so I didn't scrimp, I went for the upgrade with the extra rinse cycle. Well apparently, I forgot to pay extra for them to use SOAP!!! I essentially paid $7 for a spritz and then for those nasty noodle things to push the dirt around a bit, leaving it more obviously dirty than before when the dust was evenly distributed, so it just looked like a grey car instead of a blue one. So while Kent is laughing at how fired up I'm getting over it, I'm pulling back around to the attendant station to demand a refund. The attendant appears to understand me, but it also appears that English is not his native language, so when I'm handed a receipt that appears to be a refund, I walk away satisfied, until I'm on the freeway and I realize that it's a credit, FOR ANOTHER CUT RATE CAR WASH! As if, I would ever go back there again! Kent is going to use it though, he says his truck could use a rinse.

Tonight takes the cake. Early this afternoon, between recruiting visits, I did laundry in the shared laundry facility at my apartment complex. I left my last load in the dryer while I went back to work for a few hours, and when I returned, my clothes were gone. Now, I've seen people take clothes out of the machine and put them on top because a negligent user left them after the cycle ended, but really, who steals clothes out of a dryer? Put them on the floor even, but really? You're going to steal a beach towel and some used undies? So, there's nothing I can do right? There's no one to complain to, no eager manager or laundry attendant? WRONG. I wrote a note. I am going to assume that someone took the clothes on accident, thinking it was one of their loads, and will realize it and return them to the laundry room, where they will see my note and return them to my apartment, no questions asked. Riiiight. Kent asked me if someone did put them back, if I would wash them again. Seriously? I've lost a load of my belongings, and you ask if I'd wash them again if they showed up. This coming from the guy who wears clothes he just bought without washing them. Ew. I mean, what, is someone going to terrorize my laundry with harmful chemicals? Oh, now there is a clever terrorist act--put harmful skin irritants in public laundry machines. Ba ha ha ha! But seriously, Osama Bin Laundry, give me my beach towel and underware back. Or at least let me give you the other towel, they match and it's no fun having just one. The underware you can keep, it was time for new ones, if you know what I mean.

Spring Break Haps

What says Spring Break better than baiting mule deer to the front porch, posin' with The General (Jessica Simpson has nothing on this), paying tribute to THE Smokey (the bear) and seeing Kent in his natural Odessan Jackalope habitat? Honestly, you might say, "umm...duh, Cancun?" Well, I'm sorry, but, you're entirely wrong. See, I even have photographic evidence.

See, even Kent was moved by the sociocultural significance of one black bear's lifetime

but, don't worry, he got over it. Go Odessa Jackalopes! Trust me, the American Airlines Center has nothing on the Ector County Colosseum. As if the brawling game fans weren't enough, behind us was the famous local arena football team, the Odessan "Roughnecks." Really, it was a cultural West Texan experience.

Alli's Getting Hitched

Alli accepted Eric Curtis' proposal of marriage on Tuesday, March 10th. The wedding will take place at the Myhre residence on September 12th.

Meet Patton

Patton is a 7 week old, terrier mix rescue puppy from the Dallas SPCA Shelter. He weighs 8 lbs and has an average temperature of 102 F. Okay, enough with all the superfluous details. Kent adopted Patton on Saturday afternoon after finding him on the shelter's web site. It was love at first sight and the feeling is entirely mutual. Patton is affectionate, playful and surprisingly getting along well with both his crate and potty training. Kent is an attentive master, and the two make quite an adorable pair. With Patton around, I'm now outnumbered, but it's okay, I think they both like me well enough to keep me around another week, ten days (Myhreism). 

Stars v. Ducks (formerly Mighty)

Kent and I enjoyed some weekend hockey action at the American Airlines Center on Saturday. The Dallas Stars faced off against the Anaheim Ducks. I was disappointed to learn that the Star's west coast opponent no longer used their Disney-famous title of The MIGHTY Ducks, but were now simply the Ducks. They also no longer make use of the Flying V nor the triple deke. Oh, the times, they are a changing. 

Despite their abandoned offensive threats, the Ducks still managed to outscore the Stars, entertaining me with 7 total goals and 2 fist fights. I also included pictures of the Stars dancers and the ice girls who periodically scrape the shavings off the ice during time-outs. Yes, they are wearing boob shirts and low rider pants. I guess that is just one more possible meaning for the term "reaching for the stars."

Superman

My disengagement with this blog is due in large part to my relationship with "Superman." My parents, specifically my father; have this cute way of categorizing our boyfriends with special names that relate to a portion of their name, location or hobby. For example, little Kayt's BF is Chris, so when they started dating during the holidays, my dad dubbed him "Chris Kringle," which may or may not have been a step up from his previous title "Missouri" often pronounced "Misery." Many of you may also be familiar with Alli's main man, Eric, affectionately known as "Tractor Boy." Eric is a boy wonder when it comes to fixing anything mechanical and seems to have a special fondness for old tractors, thus the awkward moniker.

So, why did I title this blog, Superman? Well, because I'm dating Kent. Not Clark Kent, but a young man of exceptional taste and fortitude, who goes by Kent, ergo, my dad calls him "Superman."

I know it's really cheese-ball to blog about your boyfriend, but it's really the only way I could figure out how to involve those I love, in the unfolding story of life here in Texas with the man I love. Awh...(just get out all those sappy sighs or reflex gags out now, because it doesn't get any better from here).

Our story began on October 10th, in a goat barn, at the Texas State Fair...

I was going to the fair with Kate on a friday night (reference earlier blog) and Kent was there with his sister Adrianne, brother in law, Travis and two nephews, Logan and Cole. While waltzing through the goat barns, I spotted Adrianne, my co-worker, and we exchanged brief hellos and introductions. All I remember about Kent was that he was semi hiding behind his three year old nephew. The following week I was a bit taken-back when Adrianne asked me if she could give Kent my cell phone number. After asking a few follow up questions about her knowledge of Kent's intentions, I acquiesced, and the following evening received a phone call from a man with the voice of a double bass. I nearly laughed out loud--the voice simply did not match the cute guy I'd seen the previous weekend hiding behind his nephew. I said yes to dinner the following weekend and from there on, started a very slow, cautious friendship.

Those who know more of our story in depth, have already heard of how God used our friendship to bring Kent back into relationship with Christ. Suffice it to say, we both had to give up control and in doing so, I saw God's power and faithfulness and Kent experienced again the peace that honestly, the struggle that comes with being confronted with both God's grace and his holiness. We're still journeying, but it's been fruitful--Praise God!

It's been a blast to share life together. We're a part of a small community within our larger church body that meets nearly every week to be accountable and to grow in knowledge and love of our savior. Most of us are young, some married couples, some singles, it's wonderful. While we're all still working towards being more authentic with each other, it's awesome to just be in community with people who are there with that as their goal. There is also a young couple who just had the most adorable little boy, and Kate and I go over to their place on Thursdays for baby time and to watch The Office :)

Kent has introduced me to his friends. They have a LONG history that is wonderful and a bit intimidating, but it's good for me to be the outsider, being in the "in crowd" so much in my little world back home. Kent has also introduced me to hockey. I honestly had never so much as watched a game on TV, unless Disney's Mighty Ducks counts ("the flying V!"). We've gone to a few Dallas Star's games, and while I've yet to see a fight, I've learned that icing isn't merely for cupcakes and that you can catch and throw the puck with your hands if you're on defense, and that it's not uncommon to see fans place their hands over their hearts and pledge allegiance during both "O Canada" and "The Star Spangled Banner." Really people? Pick a country!

We can also often be found in a tiny rubber composite floor gymnasium in Mansfield on Saturday mornings watching the Dragons take on whomever dares to stand in their way of running down the half court while attempting one, or at best two dribbles. Kent's oldest nephew Logan is on a bitty ball team through UpWard, a Christian basketball league. It's like Parks and Rec meets Royal Rangers (Christian Boy Scouts). During half time they hear a devotional and then watch the kindergarten cheerleaders do a little cheer (in uniform). Logan never misses the cheerleaders :) After the game they give out iron on stars for "best offense" or "most Christian like." Too cute. I kind of want to coach next year.

We're both pretty much home bodies, so going out usually means to eat at a local restaurant or going shopping at Wal-Mart. Here are a few recent pics of us, really entertained while cruising the aisles of Ross...

These shoes were awesome. They were bright pink and said "Kool-Aid" on the heels. I didn't buy them.

One of our new favorite local restaurants is Twisted Root Burger Company. They make everything from scratch, including their buffalo burgers and homemade rootbeer. When you order your meal at the counter they give you a slip with a famous name and then call it out over the mic when it's ready. Last time I was "Your Fairy Godmother" and Kent was "Harry Potter."

So much for "Superman." :)