Dear Boys...

So I follow this hilarious blog, thanks to my sister, and every week she does a blog post called dear boys... She writes little notes to boys she meets or whatever and I love it. This week she did a blast from the past and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. You can check out her blog here.

Dear Mcgruff house,
Playing kissing tag with you was the best, even though that creeper kid kind of ruined it sometimes. I still drive past your yellow house sometimes and remember you even though I know you moved. You also taught me how to spell "tomorrow." First grade was good.
Love, young love

Dear Drummer,
Fifth grade was a good move. You were the most popular boy, in Sixth grade. Yeah, Older men. Then you went to Jr. High and we dated through my sister. You gave her roses for Valentines Day to give to me. I didn't want my mom to see so I hid them in my closet. They died.
Love, Too Tall for You

Dear Beardy,
Remember when you were in 6th grade and had a full grown beard and it freaked me out. You would always pick me up and I hated it. You were the first boy I brought over to my house to "hang out." One plus about you was that you were tall. But I had a secret crush on your friend, Tall dark and handsome.
Love, Glad I moved

Dear Tall, Dark and Handsome,
You really weren't that tall or handsome now that I look back on it. You really were pretty trashy. Whatever.
Love, Moved on.

Dear Cry Baby
You were my first crush in Junior High. I thought you were the top of the tops. Then I found out we had the same birthday and I thought it had to be meant to be. I was partly right... Then you turned out to be a baby and cried more in a week then I had in my life.
Love, Not impressed

Dear Great Hair,
You still have great hair, not to mention body and oh wait... girlfriend. You two are made for each other. I was a little bitter that it couldn't be me but I like you two. Plus I only hung out with you once. Now Britt thinks you look like Quinton..
Love, Was Never Going to Work

Dear Goalie,
Oh man, when you and I "dated" I thought I was the coolest thing in school. (Being Jasmine helped too) We were made for each other. Obviously. I even snuck out of my house for you. We cuddled during The Bee Movie, but I wouldn't kiss you. We texted a lot. Even said those 3 little words.  Then you dumped me the night before I had to draw South America. I failed that test. I was a little heart broken and it took me a while to forget about you. Demi Lovato and drive- bys helped. But turns out I only liked the idea of you. Now you have a way smokin' hot girlfriend and I'd so much rather date her then you.
Love, Glad that is Over

Dear Mushroom-Bucket head,
We were cute... and desperate. Our notes were cute to each other. Even when you wrote me the ten things you liked about me. That only included 7 things, one being, "Jessa does hate you." That made me feel good? We never did watch The Ring. But when I hear I Wanna Hold Your Hand, I think of you. And If We Were A Movie...
Love, I don't regret it never working

Dear Simba-
Holy crap. I had a crush on you ever since Youth Conference when I was 12, where we shared our first dance. You were hot. And my wardie, so I got to see you dressed up every week. Yum. You were older and a soccer boy. Then you found out I was still VL at 16 so you decided to take that from me. You rape kissed me before your dad came inside. Then he made me stay for dinner. It got weird after that and I think you just wanted to sext me. Oh wait...
Love, Never again.

Dear Dramatic,
We had our ups and downs. I wanted to date you so bad in 7th grade. I loved going to art everyday to see you. Then you swapped gum with that slut on New Years Eve. I was jealous. Turns out I shouldn't have been. Prom was fun in High school. Dating you was.. an experience but the consequences lasted longer than the relationship.
Love, We'll stay Friends.

Dear Ripped and Tall,
It's a good thing you look "manly" because you are more of a girl than I am. You changed Jr Highs to come to school with me then I dumped you for Goalie. I didn't feel bad. You stopped eating and went senile. I was not impressed. You are a baby. You also wrote me tons of long, love notes. With Shania Twain Lyrics.
Love, Creeped out

Dear Pretty Boy,
Oh man. I had the BIGGEST crush on you in High School. You were gorgeous. We never met, until the last day of high school in the Library. I was too embarrassed/nervous to talk. I still stalk you sometimes. Your sister is too pretty though. I can't do that.
Love, Not a Supermodel

Dear Boyfriend,
Remember when we met in 7th grade and you thought you were too cool for me? I should have learned something from that. Like, 8 years from now, he'll still think he is the best. But that is because you are. I love that we have the same birthday and that we have been best friends since then. I also love how many dramatic falling outs we've had. Those were fun. We are fun. 
Love, I love you
                                                               

Real Life

So guys, remember that one time when I'm obsessed with Missionaries? You don't? You can read all about it here and here and probably a lot of other places in this blog. But I'm not going to find them all. Blog stalk me.
Anyway, I went to another farewell this weekend (What? I'm 19. Deal with it) for one of my good friends from High School.

During this farewell, well after when we were all just chatting around the chapel, I had an epiphany. It happened when I was talking to Taylor about how he wasn't coming to steal food from this boys house because he had an interview with the Stake President. 

When he asked why he said because I have to before I can go through the temple. 

WHOA!

THE TEMPLE!

Immediate train of thought....

GARMENTS!!

I freaked out. These boys have been through the temple. They know the secrets. They know what they are here for and they wear those secrets under their clothes everyday. 

They are wearing their covenants. 

Holy crap.

These boys that I went to school with a few months ago are wearing things I thought only adults wear.

Wait, Does that make us adults? Crap.

Anyway, it just blew my mind how much missionaries are so much more than just missionaries.

Then! As I'm getting ready to come back to Logan after my lovely weekend home, 

I get a phone call.

Rewind!

Remember when we had a lovely chat on Valentines Day that I bawled? 

You can read about that here.

Well I finally go the okay to share this wonderful news. Because he said if you didn't already know then you were a loser...

Remember this boy?

Oh yeah, How could you forget? That is all I talk about...

Well, He is about to become a Missionary.

Yeah. 

I know.

Mike, like THE Mike is preparing to serve a two year mission.

Yeah. 

Two years.

So his decision story is just the cutest, when he told me I lost it. Because of the amazing story but also because this subject may or may not have taken over my life. For a really long time, I was more than positive he would not be going. I mean I was sure of it. I was constantly talking about it with everyone.

 With Britt who has a missionary and what she would do in this situation.

 With her parents who are adopting me, I'm making them.

With Jenna who was such a sweetheart about it. She helped me so much.

With Lynds who deals with me when I break down and cry about it.

With my parents who would constantly give me crap for it being my fault.

With Jaron, before he left, with Brie and basically anyone who would ask or somewhat bring it up.

I was nervous okay? And I wanted him to go.

They tell you what to do if your boyfriend is going on a mission but they don't say anything about if he isn't.

You know why?

Because they tell you not to date them.

This is why it was such a big deal.

Was it my fault? Would things be different for him if I wasn't around? Should I say something? Will he ever decide? 

Boys, As much as it is pounded into your head that at 19, you serve a mission, it is pounded into the girls that you marry a Return Missionary.

And dating leads to Marriage. 

And Marriage is life's biggest decision.

So what the heck do I do?

Yeah. For the last semester of college, at least, this has been the majority of my conversations and thoughts. 

Now does it make sense why I love Missionaries? 

I was always thinking about it.

Now that has somewhat changed.

When Mike told me he was planning on serving a mission he said he wasn't planning on going for a while. 

So I didn't panic about that. 

Instead, I freaked out that all of those people who told me he wouldn't go, that I was the reason, I should say something, I should be a better example, I should break up with him, were wrong.

They were wrong.

It never actually set in that this meant that he would be leaving for two years.

Until today.

About that phone call earlier...

He called to tell me that the bishop gave him the okay to start his papers.

Holy crap.

Papers..

Call..

Temple..

GARMENTS!

yeah.

Then later, it set in that since 7th grade, 8 years ago, the longest I've gone without seeing him is one week. We may not have spoken for longer but I still saw him. He was still around.

This boy was about to leave for two years, I repeat, TWO. YEARS. and I was just realizing this.

But let me assure you that I am more than ecstatic for this boy. For everything in store for him. He bore his testimony today (and I missed it....) A patriarchal blessing, taking out his endowments, going through the actual temple, wearing garments, going somewhere- who knows where- for 2 years, teaching the truth, uniting families, saving others, and all those other things. Missionaries and so much more than missionaries.

But all of this is happening so fast. 

After the phone call, it started to set in. 

He was leaving.

What do I do?

Then I think, No Haley, This isn't about you. This is the right thing. This is good for him! You want this for him.

And I do, I really do. 

But this two years thing is.. daunting. 

I'll miss his stinkin' guts. 

Good land. 

I will miss him...

But I am so so excited for him. I love that he is excited. I love that he just can' t wait and that he wants to talk about it all the time. I love it. It's a new Mike.

When he told me and I finally could tell him how stressed I had been (I may have skipped how much I bugged me and how long it had.... :)) and just how big of a deal it was, I felt so much closer to him. I wasn't hiding anything from him anymore. All of that stress and fear was gone. 

Then while this whole process is starting I'm realizing how much I care about him.

How every time he hugs me I think about when I won't have that for 2 years.

When he holds my hand and I think about how that won't happen for 2 years.

When he quotes all those movies and I won't hear that for 2 years.

When he talks in those funny voices and calls me a knuckle head or something and I won't hear that for, You guessed it, 2 years.

Then I think about how amazing those 2 years will be for him.

How exciting it will be to write him letters for 2 years.

How amazing it will be when he is finally home after 2 years.

Then when I rewind when I realize he doesn't even have is call yet and how excited I am for his farewell, even though I'll bawl my bloody eyes out, how excited I am for him to go through the temple, to wear garments, to find out where he goes and more importantly for me, when...

That is the next step..

So Mike.... I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you for making this huge decision on your own. For WANTING to go. I'm proud of you for being excited and blessed to have this chance. I'm so excited for you to have this experience, to change peoples lives. You will be an INCREDIBLE missionary. INCREDIBLE. I'm not worried about that at all. You are too good at that kind of stuff. I would know. I'm anxious to see where God sends you and when you leave. I'm nervous to have to say goodbye to you for two years then to walk away and know that I can't plan on seeing you the next day or for a while after that... I'm so lucky to have a guy like you. One that continues to surprise me. That always spoils me. That treats me right. I love you to death and am so grateful that you are in my life in the huge way that you are. I'm even grateful that just thinking/writing about this made me cry, while I'm by myself. You changed my life so there is no doubt in my mind that you can do that for so many other people with the gospel. You are about to have an experience for a lifetime and I'm thrilled for you. I wish I could join you but this time, you get to do it alone. I'll be here, being boring, going to school and figuring out my life while you change others and I'm sure your own while you're at it. Thank you for everything and I mean everything you do for me. 

For simple things like opening my door every time we drive somewhere to spoiling me rotten with a new camera, CD's. gossip girl, jewelry,and a million other gifts. 

But mostly for being my best friend.

I couldn't have wished for anything more.

I'm so excited to see where this journey takes you and how it will affect you. 

Here's to the Journey.

I love you.

Presidents Day.

Lets start out with the fact that my birthday week was great. I had great fun and can't wait until next year. :) So if you were apart of that celebration, Thank you!
Then, I got a perm. Best. Idea. Ever. I honestly, got my hair wet today, put some mouse in, hairspray and walked out the door and this is how it dried...

Winning.

Then my roommates (minus 1) and I went to Crystal Hot Springs to celebrate our day off. :) It was a lot of fun. I had been bored all weekend due to the fact that Mike decided to ditch me and spend the whole week in warm, sunny St. George. Fine, Whatever. I get it.

So the four of us headed off, spent a few hours in those murky, natural hot tubs with lots of creepy people that got "your-teamed" and one that was too bad to even put on a team. Five words. 

Stomach. Butt. Down. To. Knees. 

Britt and I were way grossed out. 

We went to Brigham City and pretended we were tourists and looked for Postcards even though it was a holiday and everything was closed.

Then we came back home and I finally got to wash my hair and I was so excited. I had been waiting since Saturday.

Then guess who came back?!

Mike did. 

I was ecstatic.

We sat around and talked for a while then guess what I agreed to do? 

Go bowling.

I got to wear his hat to tame my black girl hair. Go dodgers.

Yeah guys. It was pretty much a big deal.

It actually was really fun. We tried to bowl all these stupid ways and I sucked at it. 

I'm pretty sure my ending score was 26. No Joke.

But Mike let me make him do anything since after 4 frames of not hitting anything, I finally did. 

I made him sing the "Hey, Good Lookin'" song.

If you know him, and think he's funny,

He's not until you hear him sing this.

Then we took one of our random drives and ended up in Paradise.

Literally.

So we got out of the car and took pictures by the sign.

Including a kiss picture.

Yeah, I know. 

But I won't post it, to spare all of you who read my blog. (Mal and Lynds...)

You can thank me later.

Then we drove on this really creepy road that really was so gorgeous. 

We listened to some classy James Taylor.

Then we almost got stuck turning around to get out.

It was like a real life horror movie. But we got out. Luckily.

No one was murdered.

I am so glad he is back.

A week is a long time.

I'm in for a treat later...

But it was a really fun day.

It would have been more fun if they didn't switch out MWF classes and make us go on a Tuesday. Boo.

But my earliest class was cancelled so that was good!

If you need me today, I will be at school at study Groups and SI's or

At home, waiting for my freaking boots to come.

I've been waiting since Christmas. 

They were supposed to be here yesterday.

Here's to waiting and hopefully a good week.

On another note, we had a midwife come in to Child Guidance and talk about birth (I have a complete folder if you would like) but she not only scared me, she made hospitals look like hell. The fact that that they take the baby instead of giving it to the mother within 4 minutes for some "Baby-breast time" was like murdering your mother to this lady.

Then she tells us that umbilical cords are for the baby to know how far the moms breasts are if the baby is laid on the moms stomach. Apparently they can find their way up there and latch on? gross.

I would like to hold a clean baby.

My favorite was how she tried to tell us that it doesn't hurt to give birth. It's just spiritual. 

It may be spiritual but there is no way it doesn't hurt. NO way.

She also wants he daddy's to catch the baby. 

Sorry, Mine will be next to me so I can squeeze his hand to death. 

If his fingers don't fall off, I'm not doing my job.

Is someone afraid to give birth?

Yes. Yes I am.

   

Weekend Wonders

So it's Saturday at 2:16 and I've already had a crazy weekend.
Let's start with yesterday. Tanner came over and we made Mac and Cheese and talked since I hadn't seen him for 2 weeks. He says he stopped caring about everything. But I know he didn't stop caring about L4. He missed us. I know it. :) Earlier that day, this boy that I'd been ditching for about a month asked if I wanted to go get ice cream with him and some friends. Sounds harmless right? So I said, Sure! Why not? So he said okay, I'll pick you up at 7? deal.
6:45 He calls to find out where I live and says I'll see you at 7.
6:55 He shows up, early. Guys, it's one thing to show up late but a whole other thing to show up early. Girls plan every minute they need.
Because of this early arrival, I was upstairs getting some things done and didn't answer the door the first time so about ten seconds later, he knocks again. I run downstairs and open the door and he's walking away. Obviously he wasn't very hopeful I'd show up. I thought that was funny.
As we are leaving, Tanner yells Bye! and this other boy looks at me like.. uhh.. who was that? You live with a boy? I just pretended not to think anything of it.
He asks me where I want to go get Ice Cream and I looked at him like well, where are your friends meeting us...? But he didn't seem to catch on. So I say well I only have been to Coldstone up here. He agrees and we decide to go there. Only after he asks if I know how to get there... Oh boy mister, you are asking the WRONG person. However, for once I did know where it was! Miracle, I know. So we drive on over there and he says,
"Hey, Thanks for coming on this date with me. I appreciate it."
EXCUSE ME?! 
I immediately panic.
This boy has no idea I have a boyfriend and somehow got me to agree to a date without even knowing it was one. Yeah, this is bad.
I just say, oh... yeah. Thanks for taking me?
Awkward...
We get to Coldstone and I remember that before, when talking about hanging out I said that I would get him Ice cream since I felt bad I'd been ditching him.
So not only am I on a date that I didn't know was a date, I now have to pay.
This just got way more awkward.
So I tell him that and he goes, oh okay. Cool.
HA! Cool? Alright...?
So we sit down and start talking
Sorry, I start talking. I probably asked him 54134 questions which all got really short answers.
I found out a lot about him and he still doesn't even remember what my major is.
He just got back from his Mission in November (Making him my sisters age) which he served in Texas, He's an Engineering Major, His parents are Foster parents for a girl who was living in his room when he got back. He lived in Oakridge his first year here, he is taking 15 credits, named his snowboard Kelsey because that is his favorite girls name. Snowboarding is his life and he got a $500 board right before he left but hasn't used it so he doesn't ruin it. He hasn't been snowboarding this season yet. His parents pay for his housing and he lives in a house with 5 other boys who he doesn't like very much. His friend kept texting him during this date which he would read.
Yeah...
It's about 7:25 and he asks what I'm doing after this. I knew I had to get out of this date. I shouldn't be here. So I say, Oh my roommate is having a birthday party but she went home and isn't back yet so let me see if she is back and is having a party. So I text Brie. 
"Are you still having a birthday party tonight?"
"At my house? When?"
"Tonight. Oh I knew you were! Okay. :)"
"Yeah! Why aren't you here?! gosh!"
Needless to say, I went home. I got home after 45 minutes of a date. Then he hugs me. He's shorter then me. VIM. I was so not impressed.
I come home and have a mild freakout with Britt and Tanner about what just happened and how I have to tell Mike that I just went on a date with another guy.
But I told him and he was slightly mad. Sorry. :) But he is a good guy and got over it. That's why I love him.
So anyway the rest of the night was spent hanging out with Brie, Britt, Tanner and Blake. We talked about how he is in the Army and did basic training and all the terrifying things they did to them there. My respect for Army guys went up soo much. Bless their hearts. He is leaving on his mission in a week and a half. To Cambodia! He's really excited.
Well I fell asleep and when Tanner woke me up by saying "I'm Batman" In the voice, right into my ear, I decided to go up to bed...

I woke up this morning and come downstairs to find a letter from my roommate. This roommate is a clean freak. Kind of. She refuses to let anything be on the counters or table of anything. I don't understand her. At all. Some highlights of her note are...

"Listen up...and as you read this just know that I love you all and am not trying to target one person in particular."
Hmm.. I can't wait to see who she targets.
"You're mother doesn't live here anymore."
Did she ever live here? I think that is the point...
"I would love to have a clean sink 24/7 so wash as soon  as you done. and please don't use the excuse that you don't have time, That is one of the worst excuses you could use..."
Hmm.. That is weird. Last I checked you weren't the only one living here. 
"You can always make time for something- afterall, you always seem to find time to eat"
And you are the one that I watched eat 8 tacos yesterday. You seem to make plenty of time to eat...
"If you did some project on the kitchen table, pick it up after your done."
Target: Me. I'm the only one that does projects, probably since I'm the only one without a desk in my room.
"If you do your hair in the bathroom and your hair falls into the sink, clean it up"
Everyone does their hair there including you. And your hair is all over the floor...
" Being clean brings happiness. And no that is not a cheesy comment... it really does and also destressed you."
Double meaning? I think yes. I don't think she understood when the Prophet told us to be clean. Or she is throwing another hint in there. Guess what? I'm still a virgin. Weird. I know.


It's a beauty right? And that note was a page and a half of things she wants us to do.
I'm not going to do it...

Then! I am making myself some lunch and notice the burner is smoking so I pick it up and and see nothing so I continue cooking. It gets worse. So I pick it up again and it's on fire!
Yeah. I'm the only one home and the house is going to burn down!! I freaked out.
I saw it and swore. I was so scared. What the freak do I do?! I just stood there and watched it, trying to fan it away. I'm literally seizing at this point. It puts itself out finally and I just sit down and try and catch my breath and stop shaking. I still might be.
It was the scariest moment of my life.

That is my weekend so far. I'm getting a perm tonight and am really excited about it actually. Then on Monday Britt, Brie and I are going to Crystal Hot Springs. I'm super excited.

All About Haley

I was bored and doing some blog stalking and came across two of my friends 20 quirks. I started thinking about my quirks and figured I may as well join the club and blog about it.

1.Teeth Brushing
I love it. I do it after I eat, every time. I hate the feeling of food sitting on your teeth and who wants bad breath? No one. But, I cannot brush my teeth before I go to bed. I hate the taste in the morning and how it feels like you have cement pieces in your mouth. My husband will love me.
2. Foot tapping
If there is music on, I am tapping my foot or my finger or something. I never noticed this until I moved up to Logan and it kept getting pointed out to me. I'm sure Mike gets really annoyed by this since I'm usually tapping my finger on his hand.
3. Sleep Habits
I have to fall asleep on my left side with my left hand under my head and my right next to my face with my Princess blanket in between my hands. My pillows have to be in an L shape with one vertical against the wall which is the barrier and one horizontal that I lay on. My blanket has to be fluffed perfectly under my head giving me two pillows. Also, the door has to be shut. And I mean all the way shut. I subconsciously know that it's open and I wake up.

4. My Quiet Time.
This was never a problem until roommates but sometimes I like to just sit at home, not say anything, just relax and do my thing. When I'm doing this one of roommates, one in particular... loves to come and tell me all about their day and she just keeps going on an on. Honestly, it just makes me mad. I am having me time and don't want to talk at the moment.
5.Embarrassed.
I let it happen to me far too often and easily. If I ever feel slightly self conscious or someone points something out to me or talks about something I've done, I turn bright red. I'm an awkward person so it happens way too much. I immediately look away when this happens and my face goes more red and red until the subject is dropped. This also causes me to get really defensive.

See that shade of red... that is the beginning.

6. Mom-mode
I've grown up a babysitter. I always played "House" with Mal and my dolls then moved to babysittin my 3 brothers then to having that be my job. I'm constantly being a mom so I trained myself to react like that. If I have down time, I clean, I do the dishes, I sweep, who knows. But I clean up. Mike always makes sure to stop me so I don't always clean up my roommates messes.
7. Picky Eater.
Everyone knows this about me. I eat ten foods pretty much. I'm worried my kids will starve because I can't cook anything because I don't ever make anything different. Everyone always gives me crap about this. I think the funniest was when Mike's dad asked me if I liked red meat, I said yeah and he said like what and I just sat there and he says "Oh hell. Don't pretend like you like it. You don't" I guess no. Unless taco's count..
8. Kid Person
I am so much more comfortable with kids then I am with adults. I don't know how to keep up a conversation with adults. They make me feel inferior and I never feel like they want to hear what I have to say but don't know what to ask them. So I interact with kids better. Like ten fold better. I grew up as the babysitter, like I said, so I was always around kids and not their parents, obviously.

These are some of my favorite kiddies...

9. Crafting
I found out that I use crafts to relax. I probably got it from watching my mom paint all the time growing up. I was relaxed watching her paint her roses and patterns. However, this talent was not genetic.
10. Feelings
I am not one to talk about my feelings ever. I always work my way around it. I don't like to do it because I'm not good at it. I don't know how to express in words what I'm feeling. Mike constantly asks me how I feel about something and he has to ask about a million times before I actually give somewhat of an answer.
11. Chapstick addict
I have to have it. My lips need it. They get so dry if I don't use it. I did not train them very well through my lip gloss years. oh well.
12. Cryer
I went through a phase of my life when I didn't cry for a good 8 years. or longer. Then on my 16th birthday, that all changed. I bawled that night and it hasn't stopped since then. My sister is constantly giving me crap for it. Especially since coming to college and having real life problems it has gotten worse. I'm sensitive now.

** I was going to post a picture of my bawling after one of the final choir concerts but I'm way too embarrassed about how stupid I look. I apologize to all of those people I've cried in front of.
13. Daddy Long Legs
My legs are ridiculously long. Like way our of proportion. Jeans are impossible to find and I can never dry my jeans because they shrink too much. It's a little stressful but I wouldn't want short legs. That's for sure.

I didn't pee.. Mike spilled his drink on me.

14. Dancing.
I am so bad at it. And I know I am so I always feel so awkward at school dances and dance parties. I just panic. I apologize to my dance dates for being so boring. I was just tying to spare you. I am just too gangly and lurpy. I don't know how, not to mention I am so uncoordinated.
15.Directions
I have absolutely no sense of direction. Not one bit. Someone says "It's on the north side of the building" I panic and have no idea where they are talking about. It makes no sense in my head. I have to memorize how to get places. I memorize one way to get there and only one. It usually is the longest possible way too. This isn't just driving it's getting to class, friends houses, everything.
16. Weddings
I'm OBSESSED with them. It's a little sickening. Here's the problem though, I love them when I look at everyone else's but I cannot plan mine. I have no reason to right now but most girls have an idea. I got nothing.  It just has to be fabulous.

17. Asian Food
I HATE it. Oh my heck. It tastes so bad. I had an awful experience with my first taste test of it and had soup that literally tasted like cat food. I wanted to throw up. It was so crappy. So not every time I taste it, that is all I can taste. And Lettuce wraps? Disgusting. I don't know what you people are thinking. But! I love Fortune cookies. I love them. :)
18.Gum
I always have Extra Spearmint Gum. The lime green kind? Yeah. Always. I never get a different flavor. I love it. When I eat a piece, I immediately fold the wrapper back into it's original folds then fold one end into small rectangles until it's all folded into a small rectangle. I have these wrappers all over all of my bags.

19. Decoration
I can't deal with plain and boring. I grew up with color, color and color! I can't not decorate things. I need color and clutter really. A house is not supposed o be spotless. It's supposed o be a home and I want it to look like people live there and that they love life. Decorations do that.
20. Brace-Face
I never had braces. I am blessed to have straight teeth. However, I always wanted them! Everyone had them, it was like a fashion statement. everyone talked about what color their elastics would be next time and when they were coming off them what sticker/color their retainer would be. I got none of his. Once I shoved my sisters retainer in my mouth just to feel what it was like. Yeah. I was a freak. What's new? But I do wish I remembered some of my friends when they had them. Like Mike and Lynds. Good times.

Shout out.

This is a shout out to my girls, Mallory and Jenna and Lynds
                                    

Do some blogging before I die of boredom!
Even though I may or may not have just learned that is impossible in my Psych class...
But I'm dying! I check 541321 times a day and still nothing.
I'm bored and I like it when you blog.
So, DO IT!
Thanks. Bye

And Lynds! I know you blog stalk everyone. I would like to do the same. So, Get a blog. Like now. You may be busy but you'll find time. You can do it!!
Love, me.

Day of Love

Okay. Let's start with the fact that Valentines day is my all time favorite holiday. I'm not even joking about this. I love it more than Christmas. It's so much fun, and everything is so cute. Not to mention how everyone is just so in love and they are so nice. It's just the best. So we started out the day by having some pink, heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast because I had to do something for my roommates.

Then I had to go to one class, Marriage and Family, appropriate for the occasion, I think.

Jenna came with me and I loved it. I've missed going to classes with her.

Thanks for coming with me Jenna!

Then the date. Now before I tell you what we did, let me tell you about last year.

2.14.11.

Mike and I went to the zoo and saw all the cute animals. It was a pretty warm day so I didn't even have to wear a coat and I was excited about that. We came back and made lunch and met Ellen and Taylor at the park for the cutest little picnic ever. They were our buddy couples. We were all friends before because of choir and I loved that we started dating at the same times and could do things together.

Then we went back to Taylor's and watched nothing other then Sweet Home Alabama. The best movie. It was so cute. I loved that those boys would let us watch that and watch it with us!

After the movie, Ellen was making dinner for Taylor like good girlfriends do.... so Mike and I weren't sure what to do. We started driving around and talking. He asked what was something I wanted to do before I die. I answered by traveling and going on an adventure. He looked at me and said, 

"We're going to Park City."

I freaked out inside a little. I was worried what my parents would say and how long we'd be, what we would do, but I pushed all that aside and agreed and off we went.

It was probably about 7 or 8 when we got there and he said he had a place he wanted to show me. So we drive around and he parks on the side of the street and we start walking. Now remember I didn't bring a coat and Park City is freezing. So he had an extra jacket, I put it on and we start walking through feet of snow. Finally we get to the top of a water tower and you can see all of Park City which is gorgeous by the way.

It was perfect. We just there, freezing out butts off staring at how pretty everything was. Then he says...

"So since today is love day.... "

I knew exactly what he was getting at and I started to get really nervous. 

Our of fear, excitement, panic and who knows what I kissed him, totally interrupting his sentence then asked if that answered his question.

"I didn't even ask my question" he replied

I looked at him and then he said, 

"Do you love me?"

I quickly nodded and turned into complete panic mode. Never in my life had I said this before and honestly was terrified out it. I could not believe that happened. 

He said, "So now if I say it you won't panic?"

I remember saying something so stupid that did not make sense at all and he just laughed. I was in sheer panic.

We walked back down to the car and warmed up and it gave me time to take it all in and calm down. By the time we parked again for dinner I realized what had happened and was thrilled. I was so much happier. Like I didn't have to hide anything from him anymore. We went to dinner, had pizza and then headed back home.

It was a perfect date. So spontaneous, everything went perfectly and I was so giddy.

Now jump forward a year, 

2.14.12

He picked me up at about 1230, we exchanged gifts. That cutie got my roses too. My favorite.

Then we were off. 

To Park City.

This year, all the way from Logan.

We stopped however at the zoo.

Yes, people we remade our date from last year. :)

The zoo was so much fun. There were a ton of animals out actually and hardly anyone there! It was a blast.

The tiger was sleeping right by the window and it was so cute. I love tigers. and The wolf was right by the fence. Mike loves the wolves. So it was a successful zoo trip.

Then we headed off to Park City. We went to the Outlets and got some cookies then off to Main street. Then we went to Main Street and walked though some of those awesome shops with the most random stuff possible. But it was fun. It was so cold though. We were freezing. Anytime we passed a fire we stopped to put our hands in it. Then we went to the same Pizza place as last year. It was cute. I loved sitting there and just remembering what we did last year. Then we went up to go to the water tower but there was so much snow so we went a little different way but it was still great. I loved standing there remembering where we were a year ago. I just love him. He is the best kid. 

On the way home we had such an awesome chat. It was one of my favorite talks we've ever had. And we have some great chats. I bawled my eyes out. It was embarrassing but I was so happy.

You'll hear lots about this chat just not right now. 

I"m sure it will take over my life.

Be excited.

Anyway, I love him and am the luckiest girl ever to get to spend two Valentines days together with him. And to have them both be perfect! Thank you Mike! 

Happy Birthday!

Holy cow guys, for the first time, I didn't blog because I was so busy, not because my life is boring! Woot!
On the 12th, I turned 19! So did Mike! Same birthday, I know. It was a great day!
I went to church, came home and ate tacos and had a small celebration with my roommates so I could have a cake and a candle.

 Then Brie and Britt had our own Lady Antebellum Concert so we didn't have to feel bad about not going.

It was great fun. We even opened our concert the same way they did. :)

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around, doing homework and getting distracted by anything on the internet. 

I went to ward choir practice and we sang such an amazing song. It was a good choice for my to join. We had ward prayer then I went to my sisters for a party and a "Fred cake"

That is a dog. As a cake. How adorable is that? Thanks Aubree, Hillary, Kaitlin and Mal for helping celebrate!

Mike had gone home for the weekend for his birthday and for Taylor Pizza's mission call opening. (He's going to Rome, Italy. Cool huh? Last name+ Italy. So cool!) But he came back and I left to hang out with him for the last hour of our real birthday! We did my sparklers that I had been saving since July 4th...yeah. They were falling apart but it was worth it and a good birthday celebration.

Then to celebrate the last 5 minutes of our birthday together we put candles in little ice cream cups. It was cute.

Then on Monday since not much could be done on the Sabbath, we celebrated by going out to dinner with my sister, Kaitlin, Mike and the roommates. And I mean all of them. Yes, Jenna came up!! She surprised everyone just before we left. I cried. I was so happy to see her. It was the best birthday gift ever. We went to Chili's, it's tradition.

They even sang happy birthday to Mike and I. I got way embarrassed. But the brownie and Ice cream was really yummy and those are my favorite!

It was such a great birthday and 19 is starting off perfectly. Here's to a great year!

Family Visit

Yesterday, My family came up to Logan to come to a basketball game and do a little celebrating for my birthday! We got all the boys game day shirts and they were ready to support the aggies!!!!!

Unfortunately we lost our basketball game which was disappointing since we couldn't do the winning team, losing team cheer but it still was a really fun game. And it was hilarious to sit next to my brothers in the student section.

Then we went to Fredrico's and spent the next two hours staving to death. They were taking so long and none of us had eaten since breakfast. No good. But the food was soooo good and worth it. We came back and the boys played so Nintendo 64 and loved it. Then they went home. Mal and I then ran some errands to get party stuff so we could decorate Mike's room. He doesn't know we did this yet so hopefully he doesn't blog stalk me before he comes back. :) It was some good times. A glow stick may or may not have exploded in the process... whoops... Unfortunately I forgot to take pictures of this...

Then Lynds and I went to Mal's for a giant cookie and ice cream and facials and what was supposed to be Baby Mama but it turned into a huge dance party to 80's songs finishing off with a glow stick fight. It was so much fun. I was ridiculously hyper. Like almost insane. It was so much fun though. I loved it. 

This was my birthday face once I turned 19. I was so excited.

Anyway, Today is my birthday! And Mikes and I'm so excited for him to come back up to Logan so we can celebrate!!
I'll blog about these festivities later!
It has been a marvelous day though. Except when I just broke my R, T and G key off my keyboard..... help.

Weekly Ramblings

This week has been busy but so boring at the same time. I'm so thrilled that it is Friday tomorrow though.  I had a Quiz and a Test this week. I did not do very well. I misjudged that Child Guidance should be pretty self-explanatory. It's not. At least not when you have someone with their Doctorate teaching it... Oh well. I'll do better next time. That's my goal. I had a lot of down time surprisingly. (I probably should have studied during that time...) I spent a lot of time watching movies and shows.. 
Mike and I watched So I Married and Axe Murderer, it was high quality time. (She stole my heart..and my cat..) and Vacation... He thought it was weird that I hadn't seen that or Christmas Vacation when I was a kid. Then we watched it and I knew exactly why. I didn't know they were allowed to say the F word that many times in the 80's and not have it be rated X or something. Not to mention the nudity. Whatever. It was a funny movie though.
I also watched last weeks episode of Glee. It was the Michael Jackson tribute... It was weird. Artie dancing and what not.. way way freaky.
Then I watched this weeks Bachelor. Courtney is a psychopath, seriously. I don't know what got into her. She has no boundaries. But Britt pointed out that there is always a Full Moon on that show... They always show the moon and it's always full... hmm....

Anyways, Friday is tomorrow and I'm going to a Choir Concert and pretty excited about it. Then Saturday my Family is coming up to celebrate and I'm so overjoyed. I don't know why I'm so excited for them to see this place. But I am. It's especially exciting for my brothers who haven't really seen much more then Mal's apartment last year and it was for about an hour. I am excited to spend the day with them up here. Love them.

Then it's the big day. Birthday number 19. This year it hit he hard that all of my friends got their mission calls yesterday or already had it. It's so weird. I'm definitely turning 19. That's for sure. I wish them all good luck too. I love missionaries if you haven't figured that one out yet. They have a special place in my heart.
That's something I did this week! I sent my first letter to a missionary! Good ol' Jaron. I love that kid. I'm excited to hear back from him. He's the greatest.
Those are my ramblings for the week. I really just needed a change of scenery from the million and a half times I open my blog a day.. Have a good weekend!

An apple a day..

This week I felt like it has been Finals week and it's only February.
Wait.
It's February! I love love love February!
It's Groundhog day, Mine and Mike's Birthday (Yes, it's adorable, we have the same birthday.... That's why we met. But now he denies it's his birthday so I can have my day. Even though I like that we have the same special day. boo.) And Valentines Day!!! Not to mention that this year is Leap Year.
So in the shortest month of the year, There are more holidays then any other. It's so fun. :) So, December, February is stealing "The Holidays" from you. Just fyi.

Anyway. I had 3 tests this week and a quiz. It was the pits.
I confined myself to my room for 3 days, studying and getting really distracted by Facebook and the new timeline. But! I got 80% on 2 of my tests and I don't have my Math scores back but it was pretty easy and my quiz is for Music and it's too easy. But! It was not fun. That's for sure.
I'm so excited that it is Friday and finally the weekend.
Peter is coming up tomorrow for his audition and we get to hang out and go to lunch! I miss him and I'm excited for him to see what it's like up here.
I get really excited when people from the 801 come to the 435 and I get to show them what my life is about now-a-days. :)
My family is coming up next weekend to come to a basketball game that Mal and I gave them for Christmas and for my birthday! I'm thrilled. I'm really excited for my brothers to see what it's all about. :)
Regardless, I had a good week, stressful but I feel so good now that it's over. Sooo good.
So here's to the weekend at 330 when I'm done with classes then David and I are making smoothies. Jamba smoothies. Then I am going to do something really exciting because I'm excited!
Mike and I are considering going to New York...
It's for his landscape architecture class. He's going to tell me all about Central Park. duh.

On another note, I bought these apples and caramel packets to take with me to school on my long days. Holy crap they are good. I found out I love caramel. Love it.

I took that picture of myself, then a cute kid walks by while I'm posing for myself in the library. awkward...