The Bathroom Stall

I am telling this story because I was reminded of it today.
So a couple years ago ( k really I can't remember when) I was going to school at UVU. It was a daily ritual to go sit in the student center near the cafeteria upstairs and hang out till my next class. On this particular day I went to use the bathroom. After doing my business I tried to turn the little thing to unlock the door. It wouldn't budge. I tried several times. Apparently my little finger muscles weren't strong enough for said turny thing. I started to panic. How was I going to get out! I waited till every one had left and then made sure I was all alone because I knew whatever I was going to do to get out of that stall would be highly embarrassing. I decided to crawl under the door. I shoved my backpack under the door and got down on my hands and knees and the stomach. Gross. I crawled under the door and stood up unscathed. I washed my hands several times before leaving the bathroom. And that is how I made it out of the bathroom stall alive!

Things of somewhat interestingness

This month has been interesting enough it is deemed worthy of writing about.
I will start my masters program next Tuesday.... holy cow! I have so many thoughts running through my head about this but I don't know quite what to say. Maybe once I get the hang of things I will have more on the subject.
My mom went into Huntsmans yesterday and found out she has passed all her "tests". She is in complete remission and is expected to make a full recovery in 6 months. I can't even explain what a relief this is to my family.
We have been patiently waiting to hear about a house we have fallen in love with. It has been 5 weeks. We are supposed to hear back by Friday. Our fingers are crossed.
We went to the demolition derby on Saturday. I so badly want to compete in the powder puff division. I am good at smashing cars. So why not do it for some $$$$? I have decided to hold off my debut until my brother returns from his mission. More than anyone I think he will appreciate my performance.
That is all.

Update

Its not so much that I am a terrible blogger as it's that my life is pretty unexciting. Every week I go to work, sleep and eat and that pretty much sums up my life right now. Thats right I am one of those girls that gets married and becomes pretty boring. Growing up I always couldnt wait to be an adult and do what I want. That so is not the case now. Me and Trevor were talking the other day about how lame life as an adult really is. Well there isn't much we can do about it now so oh well. The one part I do like about being an adult is having a job that I love. I work at a state secure care facility for juveniles. Every day I go to work I come home knowing that I made the right decision to get a degree in behavioral science. It is a career field that fulfills me. Yes I know I will have times of some burnout but doesn't every job? I am also way excited to start my masters program in the fall. Its so crazy that I am to this point in my life. It has always felt so far away and now it is here! When I graduated in April my mom told me that I have always grown up faster than I am supposed to. I feel like that right now with starting my masters looking for a house and being married. If you would have told me when I graduated high school three years ago that all this stuff would happen in three years I would have laughed and said yeah right.

Old Cake

So when we were planning our wedding and it came time to choose the cake we were both excited. It was one of the few parts of planning that was pure fun and easy. We had a three tiered cake so we wanted to do three different flavors. We each choose a flavor for the bottom two tiers. There was no doubt in our minds what the top layer was going to be though..... Carrot cake! Our wedding cake ended up being every thing we wanted it to be. It was the most delicious cake ever! After all the cake was gone we had a conversation bout how we couldn't wait for our anniversary when we could try the carrot cake. So the year sped by. Our anniversary came and went. This last Thursday I opened the freezer to put something away and lo and behold I saw our wedding cake. I felt pretty dumb for forgetting to get it out on our anniversary. So I sat it out to defrost. Might as well eat it now! I am here to report that it is delicious and everything I thought it would taste like a year ago. Who knew that year and two week cake could taste so good?

How To Be A Good Wife

To celebrate the fact that I have I officially been a wife for a year now. I have decided to post this with my awesome commentary. This came from a 1950s high school home economics textbook.

  

1. Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, to have a delicious meal -on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal is part of the warm welcome needed.
( Over the course of this year I have learned that YES, the best way to a mans heart is through is stomach. However a home cooked meal every night is just not going to happen in my house. I don't quite have it altogether yet. In fact I don't think I ever will. So when there isn't a home cooked meal he will still be able to survive on whatever he can scrounge up. If I give him a good back rub he will forget the fact that I didn't make dinner )
2. Prepare yourself. Take fifteen minutes to rest so that you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

( I don't have much to say about this. All I know is it is a good thing that I found such an awesome man who doesn't care about the fact that I don't wear makeup everyday.)  

3. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable or suggest that he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.
(When he gets home from work its more like I spill out everything that has happened while he was gone and anything else that I need to tell him. He patiently listens and then falls asleep. I guess my voice counts as low and soothing if he falls asleep.)

Well on a scale of one to ten I am not the perfect ten. However, I have learned so much from this year together and I have decided that I will keep him around for at least another year :)

Food Storage

Part of the reason I married who I married is the shear entertainment value he holds. He is always saying something hilarious. The things he says are usually funny because of the way he presents them. He will find a round about way of making a statement so I will agree with him.

Last night he came home and said, "You know when we are older and more established and own a house and land I am always going to have a meat cow, a pig, and chickens. (then he hurriedly said this next sentence before I could say anything else). The prophet tells us we need to be prepared, so that would be our food storage."
Yup. Very convincing. He is a keeper.

Dish Washer to Houses

This is not a complaint post. It is a post about gratefulness in the future. One day I will be so grateful for a dishwasher. One day I will have one of these shiny beauties.

I write this post because I am in the process of doing dishes right now. Process yes that is right. A tiny sink plus a pile of dishes means lots of soaking sessions for groups of dishes. I realize that while we are in this apartment I will be the dish washer. However, we are buying a house soon. Trevor is in it for the house. I am in it for the dishwasher (and a second outlet in my bathroom).
Speaking of houses.
As we are in this process of buying a house we go back and forth and pretty much everything. When to buy this year, what to buy, how to buy it, etc. Do we put down a down payment or use that money to fix up the house. What kind of house do we want a brand new one? an older home with character? Yup lots of decisions. Also a whole lot of learning about home buying. Who knew that you had to learn so much! All these new terms make my head spin sometimes.
I seriously think they need to have a class in college just for things you have to do as a responsible adult that you never learn about in school.
We put an offer on a house last friday. The house is a cute older brick home. It needs some work but its mostly cosmetic things. My favorite part about it is the gorgeous old wood floor that covers the entire upstairs.  We are waiting on the bank to approve the price. They are some issues right now. Hopefully they will wise up. Hopefully I will be moving to a place with a dishwasher. Then I will do a whole post dedicated to how much I love my dishwasher :D

Gorgeous!