.i like crafting

While z, as he says, socializes with his friends (see post below), I do things like this:

You can learn how to make this lovely little wreath-and just read a cute blog- here. Camille makes everything look good, so don't judge me after seeing hers.

.if he's gonna be a nerd

at least he's a good-looking one.

.everyone should go to half off happy sumo nights

I love them.
oh & lishelle.

one of the first times I met her was at millcreek jr. high in second period, i believe, and she was wearing gold flare jeans from gap with a matching pink & gold floral shirt.

& had a half pony tail on the top of her head. like a pom pom.

i could tell she was a cool cat.

"hi, i'm shelly! are you good at pre-algebra?"

been friends ever since.

& i am obsessed with food...
so sue me.

.just some things to note

There are these three girls in my humanities class. And they are bff's. And we all know it. Because they all eat yoplait yogurt together during our 5 minute break. It doesn't bug me, i just think its interesting. Do you think they all just love that yogurt? Or do you think two of them love it and the other one eats it because the other two love it, thus she does, too. Sometimes I do that, ill admit it. Like with egg nog, I like egg nog enough to drink it when someone offers it to me or im drinking it with someone (someone i like a lot, I'd have to like you a lot to drink egg nog with you), but I would never ever pour myself a glass of egg nog.

Anyways. My freshman roommate is also in this class. Its a weird thing, living together. You can know them so well and share so many memories, yet, 3.5 years later, have not a thing to talk about.
It's a weird thing.
At least we do have memories, you know.
And at least she wasn't oneofthecrazies, because then it would just awkward.
And my friend Maggie will never let me forget it, when i saw a roomie on campus and didn't say hi. It was inconvenient, and, come on, I'd see her at home.
Maggie didn't like that, but still laughs way hard every time she thinks about it (yes, I can read her little Chilean mind).
I promise I'm nice, just not run-across-the-byu-courtyard-waving-my-arms nice. What's the point. When I'll see them you at home. I'll say hi then.

Im starting to want a yogurt. And I don't even eat yogurt.
Maybe I'll just get some Doritos.
I hate humanities.
No, i hate humanities lectures, not humanities. I have to remind myself that.
I actually like humanities.
Is it a problem that I refuse to read for my classes? Who knows, this one doesn't have a midterm... So I guess we'll find out on the final!
We just got a paper back though, and, not to brag or anything, but i did really good- and i didn't even read Hamlet
Writing saves my life. And that is why i write.

This girl in my communications class told me a few weeks ago that she's obsessed with my ring.
Or maybe she just said she liked it.
And she told me she's getting married soon (or hopes to).
I noticed rings all of the sudden when me and z boy started talking about getting hitched, too.
But now she wants to look at it every week and ask me questions about it.
I am flattered by this, seriously.
I. Love. Showing-off. My. Ring.
But then yesterday i noticed that she was drawing an exact replica of it... And I don't like that so much.
I know it looks just simple and like anyone else's, but it's not. And I (of course) already showed her all the details that make it unique (like I said earlier, show off over here).
Maybe she just likes to draw. Right?
I'm sure we'll find out, because I am now friends with her on fbook.

Grandma Jewel and Grandpa Larry

My aunt Ann Dee wrote a post on my grandma jewel today. It made me sad, but also helped me remember my grandma. How she was before she got sick.



My whole life I've looked up to my grandma and hoped to be as strong, spunky, confident, loving and knowledgeable about the little things in life as she always has been.
She had about 30 grandkids, but always made time to make sure we each knew she loved us.
Like the time I told her I wanted to be Marta in the play The Sound of Music, so we sat at the piano while she played The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow while I sang for hours.
Because she said that if I could get that one down good for the tryouts, they would know i could sing anything good.
Or the time my parents went out of town and she would not let me take one step outside the door without my coat on (even at age seven I didn't want to wear a coat if it was going to ruin my outfit).
Or like the time she told me in about junior high that I needed to make friends with the smart boys because they are going to be the ones who will help me get good grades.... And, they will be the rich ones (she married a physicist).

Alzheimer's is a hard, hard disease.
But I don't think there is a greater love than these two have for each other.
She's taken care of him and now he is graciously taking care of his sweet, little lady.
Happy V Day.

I'm obsessed with my friends.

Because I have the best of them
(many not photographed here!!)

hires big h, to celebrate some engagements (yay for shels and mikelle!) and some bdays (or just rinny's).
orange leaf, to say see ya later to mags (not goodbye, just see ya later... year and a half aint no thing...right? miss that chick)



I guess I just got really lucky, because I'm not the best at getting close to many people, but with some...I just click.
And then, they are stuck with me forever.
And, in the words of Miss Rowling, they probably (definitely) have photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if i ever ran for president;)

And who can say it better than J.K.? The answer is no one.

"I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister."
-JK Rowling, Harvard Commencement Speech

Everythings amazing and nobodys happy.

It's weird that we have so much pressure to be perfect. I'm not, neither is my life, neither is my husband, or my floors I havent mopped or, really anything, but I'm happy nonetheless. Happy because tonight I'm watching Boy Meets World (yep, seriously) with my husband.

Oh, and if you want to read a blog that makes you feel better about just being normal in a laugh-out-loud kinda way, you can read my cousin holly's blog.

Oh, and watch this.
Cracks me up every time.
And also has really nothing to do with this post
And also makes me grateful i was born in this era. Thank. Heavens.
(I'm maybe sometimes just a little impatient....)

boy.

awhile ago (march 8, 2010) i started a post.
tonight, i looked at the draft i never posted.
and i remembered.
and then i did the dishes even though it was my husbands night.
because i remembered and it made my day.

March 8, 2010:
"sometimes i feel too little to be married.
last night i got an earache.
i get really bad earaches every once in awhile... and i think i'm going to die every time.
(just ask anyone who has been around me when i have an earache, i'm a huge baby and i'll admit it).
I was lying in my bed, acting like a crazy person, and all i could think about was that i needed my mom or dad to come take care of me because they know what to do.

but as i was covering my ears and singing to myself, my husband got me medicine (and made me take it all cut up so it would get into my system faster even though it was gross. really gross), rubbed my head and pretty much stayed up all night making sure i was ok.

i might still be little, but i'm lucky i have someone to be there.
through sickness and through health."

......love you boy.
happy vday soon.

(i love this pic. sorry i dont take any new pics anymore though.... ill work on that.)

merry.happy.

sometimes things dont work out the same way in real life as they do in my head.
what! really?
shocker, i know, but its true. i am not always in control.
am i talking about school? you might ask.
for once, i am not.

a couple years ago (as in maybe ten) i got really into Chicken Soup for the Soul books. ive always liked cheesy inspirational or meaningful books and cards. really, many an afternoon ive sat on the floor of barnes and noble (or hallmark) reading these. this is one thing that makes both me and zach equally happy (although we are never found in the same section, not even for a minute do i go to the history blah blah or motocross or music- blah).

one story in particular (that may or may not have been in a Chicken Soup for the Soul book) was about a young couple. they had just bought a new house and were, of course, very excited. they still had many of their belongings in their car, but after a long day of moving, just wanted to relax for a bit. when they came out to finish unloading, their car was gone. they frantically did everything they could to track it down, filing a police report and all, but an hour, two hours went by with no word. and being stressed and discussing each and every piece of cargo in there didnt help the situation. they started arguing about who left the keys in the car and who put the fishing poles and photobooks in there in the first place. then, the husband (maybe, probably, wife) sat down and put his arms around his little crazy wife and said, "we can be ticked off and miserable, or we can choose to be happy, either way our car is stolen. it's out of our hands now, and i choose to be happy."

i "read" this story many, many years ago, and with my memory, i may have made the entire thing up-except the principle of it. this story probably seems dumb to you, but honestly, i cannot tell you how many times this little phrase has popped into my head and made things ok. z tells me things like this, too, except more in zach words like, you just need to take it easy, which mostly just makes everything in my body tense and want to hurt someone, but then i remember it's probably true because very few things should cause you to tighten every muscle in your body (maybe the only thing is when you're a cheerleader in high school and four girls your size are holding you in the air and you already gave one of them a concussion from the last time you fell).

so... next time you want to freak out or just break down (am i the only one who does this?) - remember that you have a choice.

or you can just call me- i hear i am better at other people's lives than my own.

p.s. if you have seen my neck warmer/infinity scarf/gray first-knitting-project-that-took-longer-than-it-should-have-but-was-made-with-love/best friend that went with me everywhere until a couple days ago, please let me know. not that i miss it or am depressed about losing it or anything. thanks!


and this pics has nothing to do with the post. other than that i want to eat those cheeks.