Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Yuletide, 2 years, and panty hose

This year was a Christmas of firsts:

1. First Christmas not spent in Virginia
2. First Christmas as a paid working professional
3. First Christmas pregnant

Ok, so that's not a lot of firsts, but they are pretty big, life-changing firsts.

Evan and I spent Christmas in California this year. It was actually nice to not have a white Christmas this year. I like the snow, but I know I'll get my fill by mid-January so no snow on Christmas was fine by me. I got some much needed pregnancy clothes and much needed baby clothes. When I look at how small the onesies I have are I can’t imagine something being that small. But as Evan reminded me, I don’t want the baby to be much bigger when he’s born! We had a great Christmas this year. I just can’t believe next year we’ll have a baby to buy gifts for!

Evan and I also celebrated our 2 year anniversary! Our 10 hour car ride from California to Utah wasn’t the most exciting celebration, but we had fun reminiscing about the past year and our favorite memories. My favorite memories always involve Evan trying to make me laugh. His favorite memory was when I told him we were going to be parents. I think his memory trumps mine! But I do know I’ll need a good laugh at least weekly for the next few months. It’s gonna get crazy here!

Now, on to panty hose. I will never understand the science behind panty hose. First of all, I can’t stand things that are tight and uncomfortable. And I think if you look panty hose up in the dictionary you’ll see those two words: tight and uncomfortable. I’ve never been a panty hose wearer, but when it gets really cold in Utah I have to pull them out. When purchasing panty hose I never go by the sizing chart they provide. I just always buy extra extra large because I figure they won’t be tight and uncomfortable. But each time I open the package and start to put them on, I am disappointed. I squeeze into them and think, “These are supposed to fit someone between 5’2’’ and 5’9’’ from 200 to 320 pounds and they don’t even fit me!” So now that I’m pregnant I have really come to hate panty hose. I bought even bigger sizes to accommodate the human growing inside me, but I still have the same result. I did buy a pair of maternity tights yesterday, hoping they will be somewhat comfortable. And if by some miracle they are comfortable, I will probably wear them even when I’m not pregnant. But let’s just say I won’t be surprised if they are just as uncomfortable as all the others. So one day when I don’t have much to do (which won’t be for another 18 years I guess) I’m going to create a pair of panty hose for the everyday woman: a pair of panty hose that are just tight enough to stay up without cutting off the circulation to the lower half of the body. And I will be rich.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

What’s the difference between a nine-month pregnant woman and a model?

Nothing, if the pregnant woman’s husband knows what’s good for him.

Haha just a little pregnancy humor for my readers out there. (Yes, all 3 of you.) Evan does know what's good for him and compliments my growing figure, even after a few bowls of ice cream on my part. Here are some pictures of our little boy! I'm so excited we are going to have a boy. I have 2 older brothers and Evan is the oldest in his family so I thought it would be fun to have a boy first so one day he could be the big older, protective brother of our other children. Ha, other children. I'm already thinking of having more even though I haven't had one. I obviously haven't been 9 months and 1 week pregnant before. Enjoy the pics of our cute little bundle of boy!

Profile picture...
cute nose!


I considered blurring certain parts of this
picture as to not embarrass our little boy.
But then I remembered I don't know how to
do oh well!

Sunday, October 25, 2009


I couldn't think of anything cute with the word "bump" in it for the title, so the title of this post is lame. Oh well. Here are a few pictures of my ever-growing tummy! I'm totally embracing this time in my life. When else will it be cute to gain weight? Never. I think I'll indulge in a little ice cream as soon as I upload these pictures. I can just blame my weight gain on the baby, right? In all honesty, I eat a lot better now than I did pre-pregnancy, so I don't feel bad about a little ice cream every now or day. (Hahah get it? Everyday!) Anyway, enjoy (Mom! These are mostly for you since I chose to abandon the east coast. I do feel incredibly guilty for not being closer to share this experience with you. I'm working on a time machine of sorts because flying is just too expensive...and scary.)

5 months...and counting!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Tales of a 4th Grade Nothing

It's been way toooooooo long since I have posted anything on here, and it's way toooooooooo late for me to write a long, witty blog post about how exciting my life is now. So I'll just give you the highlights. I am teaching 4th grade in American Fork and enjoying it very much. I finally have my own classroom! Although I am exhausted at 3:30 each day, I am glad I have the chance to use what I learned (and paid for) during my years at BYU. I'll have to start making a list of the hilarious things my students say. The most recent innocent, yet gut-busting comment came during social studies. We were talking about the different forms of government that have been in place in Utah from Native Americans to the government we have today. As we discussed how the pioneers moved West and settled in what is now Salt Lake City, I told the students that they named the area where they lived Deseret. I then asked if any students knew what the word Deseret means. After several attempts at guessing the right answer, I called on one student who was enthusiastically raising his hand. We'll call him Jimmy. The exchange went as follows:

Me: Jimmy, do you think you know what Deseret means?
Jimmy: Ummmm, does it mean bookstore?
Me: Ha! Hey, that's a great guess! Are you thinking about Deseret Book?
Jimmy: Ya.
Me: Well it doesn't mean bookstore, but good thinking!

Hilarious. I probably would have guessed the same thing if I hadn't learned what Deseret means from wikipedia...I mean The Book of Mormon. I really like having fun with my students and am getting excited for Halloween. I've told them I am really going to try to scare them and they are convinced I can't. We'll have to see about that!

In more personal and exciting news...Evan and I are having a baby! Our baby, who will probably not actually have a name even after it is born because we cannot agree on a moniker we both like, is due March 17th! The first trimester was pretty easy. I threw up once and could handle the nausea. At the end of my first trimester, the nausea got a lot worse and I had ZERO energy. I would come home from school and fall asleep at 7 pm. I am almost 5 months along and feel like I have more energy, but have been having bouts of vomiting the past few days. Gross, but it isn't terrible. I mean, I don't like refunding my breakfast right after I eat it, but I usually feel better afterwards. We find out if we are having a boy or a girl at the end of October. We are beyond excited to start our family!

So life is busy and kinda stressful, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I like being busy and contributing monetarily to our family, especially now that we know we'll be adding another mouth to feed soon. Hope this was a good enough update because mother and baby are ready for bed!

P.S. Any name suggestions are appreciated!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Why I Love Broccoli

Ok, I'll admit last post was slightly depressing. So I thought it would be most appropriate to blog about something that makes me happy; something that makes my heart skip a beat: broccoli. That's right, beautiful green broccoli. Ok so I exaggerate a little when I say it makes my heart skip a beat (that would actually be chocolate) but I seriously have a lot of affection for this veggie! Let me tell you why:
1. Broccoli looks like a miniature tree. When I eat it, I can pretend I'm a giant and that I'm so big that I can pop these little trees in my mouth to munch on.

2. Broccoli is green. And I always hear people saying, "Go green!" these days so hey, I'm goin' green with broccoli.

3. Broccoli is a cruciferous vegetable. What is that, you ask? I have no idea, but it sounds like it could kick some major butt when it comes to viruses and diseases. (kick-butt definition)

4. Broccoli is so healthy for you, it is sometimes called a "miracle food". How many of you are gonna turn down a miracle? No one? Ya, that's what I thought.

5. I love the way broccoli tastes. I know that may be weird to some people, but I think it tastes delicious. Sometimes I even get cravings for it. I get cravings for cheeseburgers and fries more often, but when I get a hankerin' for some miniature trees, I just gotta satisfy it. And I definitely don't feel bad about that.

Although I am betrothed to broccoli, there is one thing I could do without: funky broccoli breath. But other than that, I love me some broccoli! Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you why I love corn!

Friday, May 22, 2009


Right now there are lots of other things I need to be doing (exercising, making dinner, planning sharing time, planning my lesson) but one of the reasons I have a blog is to vent when I'm frustrated, whether anyone reads about it or not. And right now I am frustrated to the max.

This is how I usually look while at my computer...ask Evan.

I am frustrated that my husband, a very qualified, hard working college graduate cannot seem to find a job. I am frustrated that after many late nights, exhaustion-induced tears, lesson plans, great evaluations and references, and good interviews I have not been offered a teaching job. I know, I know, you're probably saying "join the club, lady!" As I receive email after email telling me that "the position has been filled, but please feel free to apply for other openings as they become available" I want to scream. I can't figure out why I'm not good enough. I can't figure out why after doing what I thought I was supposed to do I may not get a chance to practice what I've learned. Life has no guarantees, you say? Well you are 110% correct. But as much as I keep thinking "I just wish someone would give me a chance" I know I'm not the only person in the world dealing with this situation. Take, for example, the young man who came to my door just a few moments ago. He was trying to convince my husband to buy a $40 bottle of "miracle" cleaner. He seemed pretty down and out as he kept repeating that he only had 2 bottles left and really needed to sell them. Usually door-to-door salespeople bother me, but as I listened to Anthony relentlessly pitching this product to my husband I couldn't help but think, "Wow, you are in the exact same boat as I am. We both just want someone to give us a chance. We both keep getting turned down even though we are trying to be honest, hard workers." Do I think his $40 miracle cleaner works? No. Has he ever used it? Probably not. But I couldn't help but be frustrated as my husband had to turn him away. I would have done the same thing as Evan. We can't afford to be laying down $40 for cleaning fluid. And I'm sure Anthony, who has probably been out all day being turned down at every door, doesn't want to hear that we understand his problems as we sit in our air conditioned apartment. I don't know where Anthony lives, but it was just another reminder of how unfair life can be. Well I guess in the temporal sense life is usually unfair. And since I cannot currently remember my existence before this life, I sometimes have a hard time accepting the dichotomy of this temporal estate. But I've been taught and believe that in an eternal sense it is 100% fair. And that we will be blessed for the faith and good works we demonstrate on this earth. So as for right now I'll keep applying for jobs and hoping that someone will see that I am worth hiring. And if no one sees that worth then I'll pick something else to do and be just as happy. I hope Anthony keeps trying really hard too. One day when I have $40 to spend on cleaner I will gladly buy it from him.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

We did it!

So even though Evan and I really finished college 4 months ago, it wasn't really official until we dressed up like this:
After 5 years of studying, exam taking, numerous papers, and several pointless assignments we got to show off our intelligence by wearing mu-mus and cardboard hats. Yes, we are that intellectually inclined. I think our costumes scream "Look Ma! I gradumatated!" more than "Ah yes, I did attend university for several years and received my Baccalaureate degree after arduous study and testing." But I guess people smarter than myself decided this is what educated people are supposed to look like. At first I was excited to wear the mu-mu, I mean gown. I thought because it was so big maybe I would look skinny in it. As evidenced by the pictures associated with this post, the gown only makes me look bigger, more house-esque if you will. But I guess people who tend to wear mu-mus, being larger in physical dimensions than others, don't usually look skinnier in said mu-mu. I'm not sure why I thought I'd be any different.
We attended both commencement (the big one with all graduates) and my convocation (the smaller one with only education graduates). Both ceremonies were good, not that I would attend another one of my own free will. The only thing that would have made them better would have been if we were handed a wad of cash and a card telling us where we would be getting jobs. Wow, that would be nice!
There haven't been any real changes in our employment situation. We are both waiting to hear about jobs. We are also considering selling all of our possessions and moving to a beach in Mexico. But with the whole swine flu/won't get it if you eat pork/wash your hands 5,000 times a day thing going on down there I think we'll stay put for now. I did stumble across these quotes and found comfort in them so I thought I'd add a little optimism to this post. Here goes:
"God's ways of educating our desires are, of course, always the most perfect... and what is God's way? Everywhere in nature we are taught the lessons of patience and waiting. We want things a long time before we get them, and the fact that we wanted them a long time makes them all the more precious when they come." ~Joseph F. Smith

"The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude." ~Joseph B. Wirthlin, Come What May and Love It.
So I guess patience is the name of the game. Evan told me one time that I'm a patient person. He's obviously never heard the conversations I have in my head.

*Not pictured: Evan's parents (I'll get those pictures soon!)

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

long time no post

Ya ya I know. It's been a century or two since I last posted anything on here. So I thought I'd dust off the ol' blog and vent a little. Nothing too terribly exciting has happened in my life, so I'm turning to political stuff to blog about now. I'm not sure if this is really going to be about politics as much as it is going to be about opinions and when it's ok to have one...according to some people.

As some of you know, Evan and I do not currently have television capabilities so we watch shows and get our news from the Internet. So I heard about the whole Miss California "controversy" via the information super highway. I read about how during the question portion of the competition Miss CA was asked the following question by Perez Hilton, an openly gay celebrity gossip blogger: "Vermont recently became the fourth state to legalize same-sex marriage. Do you think every state should follow suit? Why or why not?" Miss CA's response was, "Well I think it's great that Americans are able to choose one or the other. We live in a land that you can choose same-sex marriage or opposite marriage, and you know what, in my country, and in my family I think that I believe that a marriage should be between a man and a woman. No offense to anybody out there, but that's how I was raised and that's how I think it should be between a man and a woman. Thank you." Hilton immediately took to his blog to post that Miss CA was a dumb (insert obscenity here) for answering the question the way she did and saying she was the only person in Miss USA history to ever be booed. After watching the video I actually heard more applause for her answer than boos. It was obvious by her saying, "No offense to anyone out there" that she may have heard people booing, but I heard more applause than anything. While Hilton obviously does not agree with Miss CA's opinion on same-sex marriage, he obviously was not interested in her honest opinion even though that is what he asked for in the question. (Do you think every state should follow suit?) And he even asked that she explain herself. (Why or why not?) From the way he formed his question it seems like he wanted her to answer honestly and give an explanation. But that is not what he really wanted. He states on his blog that he really wanted her to answer in a more politically correct and less alienating way by saying that the forefathers of this country set up a government where the states make decisions for themselves. But had she answered this way, she wouldn't really be answering his question at all.

Some may say that in a competition such as Miss USA you cannot answer questions like you normally would (isn't that called lying?). You have to answer in a way as to not offend anyone. What I find so frustrating is that Miss CA is now being berated by some people who have access to media outlets for answering the question honestly. I think it took guts for Miss CA to answer the way that she did. She easily could have given the typical "world peace" answer that beauty pageants are often made fun of for. Instead, she chose to express her opinion, and if I remember correctly we have something called freedom of speech in America. Just like Mr. Perez Hilton is allowed to express his views and opinions, so are the rest of us. I guess some people feel it's ok for other people to have an opinion as long as it's the same as theirs. Now, does that really make any all?!

And while we are on this topic: I also find it frustrating when people who do not agree with other's opinions accuse those people of being narrow-minded. Doesn't the very fact that they are calling someone narrow-minded for having an opposing view make them narrow-minded? I don't think people who agree with same-sex marriage are narrow-minded. I think they have an opinion. And that's ok.

Friday, February 20, 2009


(in hushed tones) Deer are easily spooked and I didn't want to scare this one away. That's why I'm whispering. Bambi decided to hang out in our neighbor's yard for a little while today. I'm not sure if she is easily annoyed by the paparazzi, but she let me take some action shots and even looked at the camera. Do I detect a hint of a smile? Yes, this is the most exciting thing that has happened to me in a few weeks.

Bambi eating...

Bambi looking...

Sunday, January 25, 2009

My husband has a blog.

So I guess my blogging has rubbed off on Evan. Or he got so fed up with my lame-o blog that he decided to make his own to counteract mine. Either way, here's the address: . Yes, you can be impressed.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Dear person who refuses to use the dumpster,

While you probably do not read my blog, I feel it necessary to write to you. I know in times past the dumpster has gotten so full that the only option was to put your trash on the ground beside the dumpster. But, because I am amazing I took care of that problem so that the rest of the people that live here did not have to deal with mounds of trash strewn all over the parking area. And even though I was disgusted when I saw your bag of 40 dirty diapers laying in one of the mounds, I picked it up and put it in the overflowing dumpster; something you could have easily done yourself. How do I know that those dirty diapers were yours? Oh, well #1 I'm smart, and #2 I have a keen ability to deduce things. When I went out to the dumpster, the dumpster that was emptied yesterday, I saw something of yours sitting beside the dumpster.

It was one of those scooty things you put babies in so they can move around the floor. So because I am smart and because I have deductive reasoning skills I know that the same person that thought it was ok to leave multiple bags of dirty diapers on the ground would also think it was ok to leave more of their baby junk on the ground instead of putting it inside the dumpster where it belongs. Now, in your defense you may have been thinking that maybe it would take up too much space in the dumpster and that the garbage guys would get out of their truck and throw it in for you when they come to empty the dumpster next week. But really, that's not a good defence at all because never in the history of the dumpster being emptied have the garbage guys ever picked up the trash on the ground, as evidenced by the picture above. So how did all those mounds of trash disappear? My husband and I actually put all of the trash into the empty dumpster, not the garbage guys. And personally, I do not blame the garbage guys. I would not get out of my truck to pick up other people's dirty diapers.

So, I'm going to assume you are a rather lazy person and that you don't like to touch dumpsters. Well neither do I, but I picked up your bio hazardous bags filled with poop and pee and put them in the dumpster because a)I didn't want some small, innocent animal to get sick after rummaging through fecal matter and b)I get paid to make sure the complex looks nice. And in all honesty, before I got paid for doing this I probably wouldn't have picked up your trash. And, I probably would have been annoyed too that there was so much trash in the dumpster and considered leaving my crap on the ground. But that's the difference between you and me...I clean up after myself. Do you really think it is not your responsibility to properly dispose of YOUR trash? Well, here's a news flash: IT IS YOUR JOB TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR TRASH! And when I find out what apartment you live in I am going to take the trash you leave on the ground and place it on your doorstep with a note saying I will continue to return your trash until you learn to put it in the dumpster. And you won't know who I am because you don't read my blog.

In the meantime, I'll go put that stupid scooty thing in the dumpster because, well I get paid to do that.

Your friend,

Thursday, January 15, 2009

and this is why I'll never fly again...

The only thing birds have ever done to me is poop on my car...until now. After reading about what happened today in New York City, I have decided I would rather not fly the friendly skies. Why you ask? Well, you must not have read the article. So, I will sum it up in a few words: BIRDS took down this plane! BIRDS!

This isn't a picture of the plane that crashed today. This is another plane that had a run-in with some dastardly birds. This flock actually took out one of this plane's engines.

photo pulled from:
So bravo to the pilot that safely landed this plane as well as the plane that crash landed in the Hudson River today. And bravo to me for ever deciding to fly on a plane. Well, not anymore.
Bird strike...

Friday, January 9, 2009

Sir Stinks-a-lot and the "I hate you!" kid

It's no secret that I detest flying in an airplane (as opposed to flapping my own wings and flying). The only good part about flying is that it gets you places faster than driving does.

Evan and I spent Christmas in Virginia with my family this year. Of course that meant a 4 hour flight to VA and a 5 hour flight back. The flight to VA wasn't too bad. In fact, I don't really remember much about it. I tried to sleep the entire time. But, the flight back was fraught with turbulence (the thing I hate most about crashing.) The turbulence got so bad that the pilot came over the speaker and told the flight attendants to take their seats. That's never happened on one of my flights before! Usually you can tell things are ok because the flight attendants are still getting up and bringing people stuff. Nope. Not on this flight. Not on the flight of death.

At one point a flight attendant even scolded a person over the speaker for getting out of their seat! I believe her exact words were, "Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. He has even told the flight attendants to take their seats! And we are the ones who are trained to handle everything that could go wrong on a plane! Everyone should be seated with their seat belt fastened because we are scared out of our minds at what might happen. Do you feel the turbulence?! The wind is so strong it is blowing the plane from side to side! I hope I am freaking you out because I'm freaking out back here! Let me off this plane! Let me off....(muffled sounds, screams)" "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen for that disruption. Everything is fine. Just take your seats."

Of course at this point I laid my head on my tray table as to hide the fear that was so obviously painted on my face. Evan, as usual, was fine. At each bump I gripped the tray table so hard that I thought I was going to break it. So after an hour of turbulence the ride started to smooth out a bit. Evan and I started to play some games and that distracted me for a while.

That is until I heard a kid one row back yell, "I hate you!" at his mom. Well actually he said, "Why can't I get up?! I want to get up! Everything was fine until you came back here! I hate you!" I told Evan that if I was a flight attendant and heard the little boy yell at his mom I would have said, "Oh do you know what we do with rude little boys? We flush them down the toilet and they fly out the back of the plane? Now, you wouldn't want to be flushed would you? Then stop yelling at your mom!" But because I do not currently have the authority of a flight attendant, I could not say this. So the "I hate you!" kid continued to be rude and rather loud the entire flight. So loud that Sir Stinks-a-lot who was sitting in the row across from us decided to give the "I hate you!" kid a piece of his mind. "I hate you!" kid had gotten up and walked down the aisle. When he came back, he stopped beside Sir Stinks-a-lot and rather loudly said to his mom, "Did he tell you what I said?" Sir Stinks-a-lot was resting so the boy's loud and irritating voice startled him. Sir Stinks-a-lot, in all his stinky glory, said, "I'm going to tell you what I'm going to say in a minute!" "I hate you!" kid was startled and quickly returned to his seat and was never heard from again.

Although Sir Stinks-a-lot did have a bad case of body odor (and let's be honest, who on occasion hasn't?) he did get "I hate you!" kid to settle down.

So the end of the flight was drawing near and all I could think about was how much I wanted to get off the plane and use the bathroom. I kept thinking about how something inside me was going to burst if I didn't get to use the bathroom soon. I tried to convince myself to use the bathroom on the plane, but I kept looking at the people going in and thinking, "I really don't want to go in there after that guy!" I was thankful that I didn't use the bathroom on the plane after we landed because the flight attendant announced that they were having people come in to "service" the restrooms. I don't even want to know how gross they were.

Thus we landed, but of course not without almost slipping off the runway due to the icy conditions in Salt Lake. I found a bathroom with the paper toilet seat covers and was content. That is until we went to claim our luggage and noticed they had 7 flights on one carousel. Why do they do that!?

Thursday, January 8, 2009


I started this blog because I was bored. The past six months of my life were insanely busy so I no longer needed a blog to fill my time. I had papers to grade, a teacher work sample to stress about, and many library trips to make. But, I find myself decreasingly busy so it's time to blog again.

I recently finished my student teaching and graduated from BYU with a BS in Elementary Education. Yea! Well, it was yea for a week or two. Then I realized that as much as I really wanted to be done with college, the grass wasn't any more green on the other side (the other side being a college graduate with no job.) I knew that I'd have a lot of down time, but I didn't think I would start disliking being able to wake up at 10 am if I wanted to and doing the occasional load of laundry. I started to realize that I really did like being busy and couldn't help but think about all the fun times I had with my students. Like the time one of my fourth graders asked, "What does claustrophobic mean?" Before I could answer another student chimed in with, "It means you're afraid of Santa Claus." Well, why wouldn't it mean you are afraid of Santa Claus? It has his name in it! Or on the first day of school one student yelled out, "Five more minutes!" five minutes before the bell was going to ring. One of my favorite memories is when a second grade girl was relating the kids in our class to the kids in a book we were reading. She said, "I just wish we didn't have so many people in our class that like to break the rules! I mean, I know we have a lot of Mexican people in our class. But I'm not Mexican. I'm Mormon." I tried to contain my laughter and explain to her that a person could be Mexican and Mormon. She was pretty surprised at this new knowledge. As I look back I realize that the students I was able to work with over the course of fourteen weeks really shaped my student teaching experience. I will really miss them. Especially the five more minutes kid. He is awesome.

So now that I have a degree and a teaching license (which is supposed to be emailed to me any day now...weird, huh?) I'm supposed to be set, right? Well, not really. Evan is applying for jobs so we are playing that one game where you wait to see who will give you a job and some money. Don't worry, it's not as fun as it sounds. In the meantime I've been substitute teaching (a grand total of 3 times) and thinking about what other jobs I can get to contribute monetarily to our small, but still-need-to-eat family. So far, I've got nothing. Well, I still have the maintenance job at our apartment complex. Today I earned a whole $10 for trimming some bushes and shoveling snow for an hour. Don't get me wrong, I'll take the $10. I guess what I'm trying to say is being in limbo is not nearly as fun as doing the limbo. Evan and I are ready to move on with our lives and start careers and a family. But then again, I do have the grass is greener syndrome so ultimately I have to learn to love where I am in life now. That can be hard when you don't have a consistent paycheck and are in the middle of another nuclear Utah winter. (I like snow...when I'm looking at it from a cozy couch as I sip on hot chocolate.) So, I guess now is the time for me to catch up on a few things I've failed to keep up with: sleep, journal writing, letter writing, sleep, wedding picture stuff, cleaning, and more sleep. So maybe instead of looking at it like from the bump on a log perspective, I'll start looking at it more like, "When in my life will I have less to do than right now?" That's more like it!

Oh and if you are wondering just how one does the limbo, check out .