what we do

Seth and I both work for his dad's remodeling company.

Seth sells all sorts of home improvement projects (bathrooms, kitchens, windows, roofs, fences, etc.).  He has been the #1 sales rep for 4 of the 6 months he has been selling :)

I go door to door and set up some of the appointments that he goes to. That's right; I'm a knocker! (I know people have all sorts of opinions about what I do, but just know that I'm super nice and not pushy and that I leave someone's doorstep quickly if I can tell they're annoyed.) I basically "sell" the idea of getting a free estimate on whatever project homeowners want to do for their house.

I've been knocking for just over year. That's when Seth's dad originally hired him to set up a knocking team to generate leads, since Seth was a team leader for a pest control company for a few years. At the time, Seth and I were just dating. He told me about the job, and I told him I wanted to try. That's how we ended up spending practically every day together in the first 6 months of our relationship, allowing it to progress pretty quickly.

Since my job is so flexible (I can work whatever hours I want as long as I meet a quota), Seth and I often meet up in the middle of the day if he has an hour or two in between appointments. We usually get to go out for lunch or go to an afternoon movie (or even just sit in the car and talk--that's good enough for us!) a couple times a week. We love our jobs!

Just for fun, these are some of the most expressive "no soliciting" signs I've come across:

This one is just a little bit hypocritical:

primary

What it's like so far being in the primary presidency:

-On my first day, a little girl introduced herself to me and said, "I'm in first grade. What grade are you in?"

-Last week, a five-year-old was assigned to share a scripture for opening exercises. He wanted to do it by himself. This is what he came up with: "Jesus and Heavenly Father were going to the boat. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

-When I meet new kids in primary, I often forget to tell them my name is Sister Devey. Some of them know me as Nikki. Oops.

sweets

Let's be real.

Sometimes I keep eating sweets even after

I've decided I don't like that particular variety.

For example,

These have an extremely cheap flavor. I realized that after the few few juniors. But I kept eating them. I thought that maybe the next bite would be better than the last. I mean, it's candy! How could I go wrong? But I was wrong over and over and over again.

I was two-thirds of the way through the box when I realized something drastic needed to happen; before I could change my mind, I marched that disgusting box of sweets into the kitchen and threw it decidedly into the garbage!

Seth was a little disappointed later that he never got to try one, but I reassured him that it had to be done. If I hadn't thrown it away, there wouldn't have been any left for him anyway.

seth

Oh, yeah. You probably don't actually know Seth, do you?

This is my husband:



He is from Oregon (we grew up in the same stake).
He played football and wrestled during high school.

He served a spanish-speaking mission in San Diego, California.

He went to BYU-Idaho and studied business.

He sold pest control for 4 summers.
He loves Mt. Dew (but he hasn't had any for over a month now!).
He is the secretary of the young men's presidency in our ward.

He often carries a calculator in his pocket.
He gets a little bit depressed around his birthday.
He read (and enjoyed) the Twilight series.
He cleans the toilet without any prompting.
He likes going shopping with me.
He is allergic to cats.

He is really romantic.

He loves golf.

He loves movies.

He is hilarious.

I love him!

things that don't matter

when Seth has to answer a work call right when I'm about to put dinner on the table

when he leaves unoccupied hangers among his shirts in the closet instead of putting them together in a separate section so they're easier to find