Secrets

So here and there I have seen that some have multiple blogs. Some even have secret blogs...intrigue.
What a great way to form massive amounts of curiousity.
The other night, as I lay awake turning over my curious thoughts about private things in secret blogs, I thought.
I will make one. I will figure out the blog thing and I will make myself a secret blog.
It took a whole of 5 minutes, I'm smarter than I thought. Writing secrets, knowing that no one could read them. That I could write and write and write and no one would see was unlike anything I've done.
It is sort of like writing in a journal, but with much more exhiliration. It's out there for people to see that you have secrets - but they can't get to them. What a powerful feeling.
In a place where I feel or have such small amounts of power - this is quite meaningful to me.
And it's fun. Who doesn't like fun?
I'm excited for my secret blog, what a thrill.

Finally

Finally something to blog about. With school starting, and life back in Rexburg...there hasn't been much to write. Not much of an exhilarating life.
But, BUT, finally an event worth writing for.
Alright, I'm thinking about this event and I'm thinking it isn't as exciting or big as I'm making it sound. So you (whoever is reading this) should probably take the excitment level down a notch...or seven. Alright, is the level set to a 1.5?
ok good.
Every six months, during priesthood session my mom, aunts, and girl cousins all go and get their nails done while the men are away. Since I'm away and don't get to participate in the fun girl time, I though of what I could do here. So I figured Dafni and I could do something. And we did!
The boys went to priesthood and we went to Broulims!
That wasnt what we did, don't stop reading quite yet. We just went there to buy MARGARITA mix!It was a strawberry...something. All I know is that it was delish! We got sonic ice and made drinks when we got back to Dafni's apartment. I'm going to leave it a mystery as if to these drinks were virgin or not - it will make it so much more exciting.
Anypoo, Dafni and I decided that this was a redo - so hopefully in six months we'll get tipsy again.
And hopefully next week I'll have something more exciting to write about.

AAAAAnd...

I just found this super cute background, but it says happy thanksgiving right on the left over thurr. So just ignore it, or keep it in mind for November - when you've thought that I've forgetten to say Happy Thanksgiving. But wait! All of a sudden you remember that I did...well, my blog did.
Whichever you choose, don't judge me for putting this blog up in September.

bicycle rides, bad news and broken thangs

Where do I even start?
Upon our return to rexburg from Texas, we had planned to stay for 2 days and then pack up and leave again for Couer D'Alene. In those 2 days, things could not have gotten worse. We were hoping to get into an apartment that we've been on the waiting list on for about 5 months, to find out that not only are we 28 or so on the list, but that they have no vacancies left so we probably wont be considered until December or after that. Which puts us under somewhat of a financial stress. Anypoo, we got over the fact that we would be pretty poor for the next few months.
We went on a bike ride in lonesome rexburg and had a sore ars for about 37 days.
We had a few rough days, and then started our drive to Couer D'Alene. 2 and a half hours into the drive our car (that we just got) broke down. We were on the side of the road for over 6 hours until Jeremys dad came to get us. we were in the car for about 13 hours, and half of the time the car wasn't even moving.
2 days after the...fun...we decided to try the drive again.
Fortunately, we made it! We had tons of fun, until about the 3rd day when I broke my finger.
After having to drive about 20 minutes to the emergency place, and waiting about an hour - sitting with a tore up finger. I finally got seen.
I find that I really need all of my fingers, so I can't wait for it to get better.
The rest of our stay in Couer D'Alene was lovely. We really enjoyed it.
Now we're back in school and living for the weekends. I can't wait to graduate.

R.I.P stinky friend

On July 29th, 2009 Jeremy and I scurried around our apartment trying to get all of our things together for our trip to Texas. We had planned to leave at 2 pm, but of course we were running late. We finally hit the road at around 430. But in all of the madness, we forgot a very important detail. To leave amp with someone. For the near three weeks we were in Texas, I was convinced that Amp would survive. That we would find him alive and maybe even bigger than we left him. On our return, I was anxious to see amp. The first thing that I looked for when I opened the door to our apartment was my little pet. I found all of the water dried up in his home, and amp was sqwished between a rock and one of the walls. He was all dried up like a little raisen. How many days did he suffer until he died? I was so sad, and surprisingly so was Jeremy.
I just realized that we didn't even have a moment of silence!
We're monsters.
So, now amp is dead and Rexburg days keep getting worse.
But - in memory of Amp. Here are a couple of pictures.
Goodbye stinky.

Amp

I have a very new and very stinky friend. His name is Amp. I say I because Jeremy does not consider Amp his friend, or his in any way at all.
Amp is a frog.
When we got him about a week ago, he was a tad-frole. Not a tad pole, not a frog.
He has lost his tale and is getting a little bigger. He makes the water he lives in green and stinky. He always looks sad. Sometimes he even looks dead. That is when I so violently shake his home that he lets me know he is unfortunately alive. He doesn't eat the food I got him. I do believe he likes the rocks that I've collected for him.

Do I keep him?
Secretly hope he dies?
Take him back to Egan lake?
Love him like a pet?
No.

We'll see how long he lives. But I just tried to picture life without Amp and...maybe I would miss him. Maybe not.
Well, that's for sure - No rash decisions for now.
Amp will continue being my stinker.

Birthday Surprises

It's 4 o'clock and I'm driving home from work on the day of my birth. I walk towards the door of the stairwell that leads down to our apartment and through a small window I hear my husband telling me to stay out. "Only 5 minutes, enjoy the outside and talk to your mom. 5 minutes!"
Alrighty then. Confused, but with that slight scent of cake I sneaked, I obeyed.
5 minutes very slowly passed, until he peaked his head around the door and said, "Now just wait 5 seconds, and then come down."
I opened the door after about 7 seconds. Balloons decorated the walls of that dark, scary stairwell. On the door handle of our apartment was yet another balloon and a bag of, my now favorite, popcorn. I opened the door and saw my birthday cake, with 21 candles and an "I love you wife" written on it. Also, about 10 small newspaper wrapped presents sitting next to my cake. He sang, the best rendition I have ever heard of, Happy Birthday to me.
I hugged and kissed him, I could not stop smiling. I looked into his eyes as he held me in his arms, and I fell in love with him all over again. A deeper love than I can understand.
My birthday was funfilled with goodies, Bajio's, movie, and Jeremy. I'm excited for the start of birthdays with my husband.