Sometimes I think I’m going crazy. I probably am.

Today has been such a wonderful day. Truly. And here is why: I found out Quinci is coming. To Rexburg. I don’t think anyone understands how much joy this really does bring me. It really will be just like old times. She’ll sleep out on the couch, and I’ll bring out my mattress. We’ll talk about boys and how much we want to get married. We’ll talk about our weddings, and promise each other once again that we will invite each other to our weddings. We’ll talk about Jace coming home. We’ll talk about how great it is being moms to our two daughters Kiah and Morgan. We’re going to go for walks up to the temple and back. We’re going to watch Glee. We’re going to watch Disneyland proposals. We’re going to watch Criminal Minds. We’re going to visit Jordan. It is going to be oh so wonderful.

Sometimes I think I’m going crazy. I probably am.

“To all those who come to this happy place: Welcome.”

Yesterday, Kiah and I went to Idaho Falls. This was the first time I have left Rexburg since the semester started. Wow… yeah. We went to the mall and went shopping for… things. I actually didn’t buy anything. Just kidding. That was false. I did buy a pretzel. With no salt. I was going to get new perfume but I decided I didn’t need it. I know, I know, I was pretty proud of myself too.

Last night was not great.  It seems that with each passing day I get sicker and sicker. I felt like poop yesterday so I just took a rain check on the date I was supposed to go on and stayed in. Unfortunately, all my other roommates were out (none of them stayed to keep me company… but it’s okay.) So I was home by myself with my Disney blanket and hot chocolate. And I watched Titanic. It really wasn’t the same without Quinci, but I still enjoyed it. And then I watched While You Were Sleeping. Oh what a great movie. It’s one of those classics like Sleepless in Seattle that everyone just loves. Or everyone is supposed to love. Apparently.  

Okay, I just need to get this off my chest: I love Disneyland. Oh… there. I said it. I really don’t even think you understand. Right now I am listening to my Disneyland soundtrack, and my heart has really been warmed. There is no place on earth that makes me so happy. Honestly, if I could be anywhere right now, I would be in Disneyland and riding Splash Mountain or Indiana Jones or Pirates of the Caribbean or Peter Pan or Space Mountain or Star Tours or…. Well you get the point. And then I would watch World of Color, or Fantasmic or the firework show. Last time I watched Fantasmic, I started to tear up. Truly. It was beautiful. It is magical in that park, and I believe magic happens every day. It really is the happiest place on the earth. Oh, and don’t worry. That’s where I am going on my honeymoon. Oh, it’s going to be great. “To all those who come to this happy place: Welcome.”

Boxing is my Thing

I was sitting there in my Early Childhood Development class. It was beautiful and warm outside, and I was staring longingly out the window. I was just thinking about how much I wanted to frolic in the meadow when my professor said something that I really do think changed my life. It was just one word: RAD. Rape Aggression Defense. From March 15^th to the 31^st, twice a week, Brigham Young University Idaho is offering a Rape Defense class in the Hart 204. My life will never be the same. I need to take this class. I don’t think you understand. I will be a beast. I will be terrifying. I will be aggressive. And the best part is that I won’t even need a rape whistle anymore.

We had a power outage today for an hour. It was so dark. Don’t worry though. I went to the BYU-I Center, and it was very well lit. I was pretty terrified walking up there though. The streets were dark, and I was afraid because I didn’t have my rape whistle, and I haven’t taken my Rape Aggression Defense class yet. But please don’t fret. I made it okay.

Today I had a boy who I have never met in my life walk up to me and ask me if I am a boxer. Yes, a boxer. Like someone who boxes in a ring. I told him no and asked him if I looked like one. He told me I did… I’m still trying to figure out if I should be offended or not.

Good news. I am volunteering at I-Night for Spring Semester 2011. Do you know what this means? I am staying into next semester for a few days. Woohoo!

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I woke up this morning and looked out the window. I almost cried. Truly cried. And here is why: I saw blue sky. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing at it was 44 degrees outside. My heart was so full of joy I wanted to sing. And I did. This has to be the first time it has been this warm since the beginning of this semester. I almost just wore a sweatshirt… almost.

So today in my dance class we learned two new dances: the waltz and the cha cha. Let me just explain a little about my oh so dear dance class. The male gender participants of that class (bless their hearts) I really do believe are trying their very hardest. After about two months of practice, they finally got the foxtrot and swing down, but there is just something about the waltz that none of them can get. 1…2…3, 1…2…3, 1…2…3… I think they all missed that day in preschool when we learned how to count. That’s okay, we all have sick days. But I can honestly say I have never had my feet stepped on so many times. It is just a little hard to be graceful when your feet are being stomped on every other step. Or maybe it’s just me. But I am sure that it will come with time. Please be sure to include them in your prayers. And my feet too. That would be nice.

Today was also devotional. I’m sure it was a really good one. Yes, I was there, in fact I was supposed to meet up with a boy there. Unfortunately this did not work out so I was sitting all by myself. This is what happens when your roommates don’t go to devotional. But that is okay, I really am not bitter. Anyway so I was sitting there all by myself watching all the gorgeous guys walk past, and then it hit me. I suddenly could hardly keep my eyes open and it was very, very warm. So after the prayer I decided to just close my eyes for two seconds. Next thing I know it’s the closing prayer and I have red sleep lines down my face. The guy behind me was laughing at me. I told him he was dumb. It’s totally okay though. At least I was there right? Heaven points? Maybe?

Oh and one last thing. Today Kiah and I got a beautifully wrapped package from dear Quinci. Inside were delicious sugar cookies. Thank you Quinci. They are so yummy. All of our roommates agree. Maybe you should go on a cooking show or something. I don’t know. Just a thought.

Dear Quinci

Here I am. Writing a blog. And I'm not even from Utah. My question is: what is wrong with this picture? Well, let me tell you. It is an enthralling story really. Once upon a time, I went to college. I just so happened to have a roommate named Quinci Whatcott. She really was great. And I'm not even lying. Well, one day I made a promise to this dear roommate of mine that if she started a blog then I would follow suit and start one myself. I really didn't think that Quinci would start a blog, it would just confirm that fact that she really is from Utah. But lo and behold I am sitting here on my bed in by apartment writing out a blog entry. Thanks Quinci. I keep checking out the window and door every few seconds. I don't want anyone to see me and think that I am from Utah. But hey, I think I may actually like this. Maybe...

So today was full of wonderful events. But let me be first to say Happy Valentine’s Day. Actually that’s a lie. Today is not Valentine’s Day. It's a half an hour past Valentine’s Day. But that is okay. It was a pretty good day. And let me tell you why: My roommate KD and I really enjoy going on walks together. In the freezing weather. When you step outside and your fingers turn blue and you can't feel your toes and your breath freezes in midair, you know it’s going to be a good walk. That is how today was. But before we left, my throat was still kind of sore. So naturally I did what any intelligent human being would do, I grabbed a popsicle and brought it outside with me to eat. Two seconds later, my lips were frozen to the popsicle. Yep. Frozen. Solid. If you can believe it. I stood there feeling pretty stupid. I mean it wasn’t like I had licked a frozen pole or anything. Luckily, just in time, an attractive male walked got out of his car. So quickly I did what anyone would do. I yanked my lips away from the popsicle so that I could smile at him. Bad plan. I looked down at my white coconut popsicle to find it completely covered in blood. Cool. Don’t even worry though. I wiped it off. Too bad it wouldn’t stop bleeding. I still can’t figure out why he looked at me like that.

So that’s my story of the day. I need to go to bed. And I have written too much. This is embarrassing. I hope you’re happy Quinci. This is just for you. Because this is how much I love you. Enough to sit and waste a half an hour of my life trying to figure out how to post an entry. But it is okay. No hard feelings.