I don't know where the time goes. After begrudgingly moving back to Rexburg for the LAST time to finish school I thought this semester would be the longest and most dreadful because I was dreading having to come back. Quite the contrary, in fact, it's hard to believe that the semester is already half over and I've already taken all my midterms this past week. I have been finished with my horticulture classes for some time now and am just trying to finish up my minor or cluster, if you will, in culinary arts and Spanish.
I don't know what made me want to take Spanish classes (Stephen) but I did it, all the while struggling the whole time to understand this frustrating, wonderful, beautiful language. I have never worked so hard in a class just to maintain a C average to graduate on time, but I did it. I actually wish I could retake them all so that I can get a real good grasp on the language, but I think I have come a long way since my first class.
I was really afraid that I wouldn't be able to get into all the classes I needed for my last semester, and when registration time came that fear became a reality. Some of the classes I needed (or would have preferred to take) were not offered and there was a schedule conflict with the ones I could take. In short, I had to email begging and pleading with several teachers to let me in their class so I could graduate with Stephen. The hardest class to get into was cake decorating because I had to take a written test, scale a recipe, and bake a cake with precise criteria all before school started just to get into the class. With the help of my wonderful mother-in-law, who was a wedding cake decorator, I passed all the tests and got into the class, whew!
Even though I didn't want to take cake decorating I have really been enjoying it more than what I thought I would. I'm also taking baking and confectionery classes which Stephen loves because I bring home all sorts of goodies throughout the week. I am even doing really well in my Spanish lit class, which I am surprisingly enjoying as well.
Stephen is taking it easy this final semester just because he can. After taking several semesters of 17 and 18 credits plus working late nights at Burger King, this semester is easy-going with just 12 credits and lots of time to spend together with our free time. We were fortunate enough to both receive large federal grants and scholarships through the school to completely support us through this final semester without having to work. We have truly been blessed throughout our journey through school together. We have had some great times and made many memories here, but are excited to move on with our lives and fulfill our dreams.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
The 10th of May
Tuesday was C.R.A.Z.Y! It started out as a normal day--wake up and go to class in the morning, come home and do homework for my afternoon cake decorating class. But on this day, as I was reading my text book, I got a call from Scott telling me that there have been some changes made to the wedding (which was to be in October) My first thought was, "Oh no, they're calling it off" and then I thought, "Maybe they're pushing it back some more." Then Scott said, Well, we talked to our bishop and he counseled us to get married before I leave for Oklahoma." I said, "But you're leaving in TWO days aren't you?" "Yep" was his reply, so I asked what he planned to do about it and he said, "We're getting married tonight." WHAT!! I didn't see that coming, haha. I haven't even met this girl, and I have class in less than an hour.
So I told Stephen what was going on and we decided we needed to be there. There was no way I was going to miss my little brother's wedding. Stephen finished up the homework he was working on so he could turn it in to his teacher's office on our way to Twin. We made it to the institute building where the ceremony was being held with 10 minutes to spare and we were the first ones there! It was a cute, short-and-to-the-point ceremony with just immediate family. Heidi sure is a cute little thing and the two of them are so in love--you could see it from the way they were looking at each other.
Stephen and I thought we should drive back to Rexburg that same night, so he wouldn't miss any of his classes the next morning, but I thought that was too rushed and too much driving so we stayed at Mom's house until the next morning. We got back home in the afternoon just in time for our afternoon classes to start. Then I found out that because I missed my class the day before I missed out on 15 points plus all the practice for my test for the next day. Stephen found out that he missed out on 20 points from a pop quiz that he missed that morning as well....the sacrifices we make....
We wouldn't have missed Scott's wedding for anything, and are so glad we could be there to support him and his new bride. I guess Scott has all the bragging rights for the shortest time dating his girlfriend (two weeks) getting engaged (two weeks) and finally getting married six months after returning home from his mission. Congratulations Scott and Heidi!!
So I told Stephen what was going on and we decided we needed to be there. There was no way I was going to miss my little brother's wedding. Stephen finished up the homework he was working on so he could turn it in to his teacher's office on our way to Twin. We made it to the institute building where the ceremony was being held with 10 minutes to spare and we were the first ones there! It was a cute, short-and-to-the-point ceremony with just immediate family. Heidi sure is a cute little thing and the two of them are so in love--you could see it from the way they were looking at each other.
We wouldn't have missed Scott's wedding for anything, and are so glad we could be there to support him and his new bride. I guess Scott has all the bragging rights for the shortest time dating his girlfriend (two weeks) getting engaged (two weeks) and finally getting married six months after returning home from his mission. Congratulations Scott and Heidi!!
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Spanglish
Es tres semanas since escuela started and I am now just starting ir clase de español. Mi profesora tuvó
surgery at the beginning of el semestre, so este semana fue mi primera dío de clase. Yo quiero aprender hablar español, pero yo no hago un bien memory—es hard to remember más words and the order everything is spoken in. I had a hard time last semestre con mi clase de español y oró tuvó pass con a “C” grade. Este pasado clase de español yo necesito pasar es clase de literatura y I’m a little rusty en mi leyendo y hablando. I wish I didn’t have tomar Clase de español, pero no hay va back. Este semestre sería major si yo no tenía que tomo este clase. Yo amo a mi clases de culinary arts más que yo pensé que iba; sería el major semestre si no tiene que tomar español. Me gustaría poder tomar estas clases de español de nuevo so I really understand what I’m doing. Si tuvó otro chance tomar la clase de español hubiera tomo in a heart beat. Deséame suerte!!Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Back To The Old Grindstone
Well, we are back in Rexburg once again for another semester of school, BUT this is the last time!! Graduation is in three and a half months and we couldn't be more excited. I was pretty depressed having to leave Utah behind to come back to the dreaded, tiny, cold, and windy town of Rexburg, but what was weird about it all was that on the drive up here as I was nearing Rexburg a strange feeling came over me like a warm blanket. It all felt so familiar and......sorta like I was.......home. I was dreading having to move back, but I guess after living here for the past four years its the only home I've had since before I got married.
We took over a couple's lease in the complex next to our old one. Usually taking over a lease is pretty cut and dry and there are no problems, but this time we weren't able to look at the apartment before moving in, and being a different complex evidently there are different rules. Needless to say, I was really upset when we moved in only to find that the couple didn't bother or have the common courtesy to clean the apartment before they moved out. Even if they didn't clean it, it still would have been nice to have had some kind of warning from them saying, "By the way, we didn't clean the apartment for you." I spent the first weekend in our new apartment cleaning it and unloading our boxes trying to put the house back together. I only had one day to get ready for school and take a breather with my honey before the work starts to pile up.
It's nice to be back in a familiar town and to have a semester that Stephen doesn't have to work, and all our expenses are paid for by the government. Hopefully graduation will come quickly and we can take our vacation to Cedar Point for a graduation gift to us!
We took over a couple's lease in the complex next to our old one. Usually taking over a lease is pretty cut and dry and there are no problems, but this time we weren't able to look at the apartment before moving in, and being a different complex evidently there are different rules. Needless to say, I was really upset when we moved in only to find that the couple didn't bother or have the common courtesy to clean the apartment before they moved out. Even if they didn't clean it, it still would have been nice to have had some kind of warning from them saying, "By the way, we didn't clean the apartment for you." I spent the first weekend in our new apartment cleaning it and unloading our boxes trying to put the house back together. I only had one day to get ready for school and take a breather with my honey before the work starts to pile up.
It's nice to be back in a familiar town and to have a semester that Stephen doesn't have to work, and all our expenses are paid for by the government. Hopefully graduation will come quickly and we can take our vacation to Cedar Point for a graduation gift to us!
A Visit Home
A few weeks ago I made a trip to Twin to see my family before I went back to school. I saw the girls a month earlier when they came to visit me in Utah, but I really wanted to see all my nieces and nephews--this is the best part of going home for a visit. The first day I got there I spent a few hours at Trish's house until Mom got home from the store. I went with Trish to pick up Charity from school who had no idea I was going to be there. The boys were playing on the jungle gym showing me all their tricks when the bus pulled up and Charity hopped off. She looked across the street to see that her mom was waiting for her, but then she just lit up when she realized I was there waiting for her too. She ran across the street with her arms wide open to give me a big hug. This is the best part of being the only child living away from home is that when I get to visit, all the kids give me hugs and kisses.
That Devin is a talker I'll tell you what! He had to show me his room and everything in it. Quentin and Charity both colored pictures for me to take back home, and little Peytin is as cute as can be. I got to Mom's house later that night to see the girls living in the basement; they were both excited to show me their new baby sister and jump on the trampoline with me. They were also quoting and singing songs from their new favorite movie "Tangled", they crack me up!
I wish I could have stayed a a few extra days, but I had to get back home to get ready to move. I love my family and always look forward to any visits I can make.
That Devin is a talker I'll tell you what! He had to show me his room and everything in it. Quentin and Charity both colored pictures for me to take back home, and little Peytin is as cute as can be. I got to Mom's house later that night to see the girls living in the basement; they were both excited to show me their new baby sister and jump on the trampoline with me. They were also quoting and singing songs from their new favorite movie "Tangled", they crack me up!
Baby Britney
I even got to babysit for KoLei for a few hours and boy were they hyper, haha they too, had to show me all their new toys and all their tricks on the swing set. This was the most I've ever heard Valarie speak. So I got to see all the grandkids plus have a girls night with all the girls minus Lynnette to work on our wreaths. Even Becky was able and willing to bring her sick pregnant body over to help us all out. This was a high light of my visit because it wouldn't be the same without Becky there, poor thing. I have to say though, my wreath turned out so darn cute!! Although I don't get any credit for making it because Becky did all the work. I also made a chocolate cake from scratch in honor of Becky that turned out quite well if I don't say so myself even though I couldn't use colored frosting.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sew Embarrassed
So yesterday Stephen comes home early from work with a bandage around the top of his thigh (like the kind you would wear for a sprained ankle). I just stared at him for a moment confused and then asked what happened. He unraveled the bandage to reveal his ripped pants. He tore his pants a good 8 inches or so from the crotch down his thigh, AHAHAHA!! I just laughed at him; how in the world do you rip your pants at work?! Not only that but they were the pants that I disliked the most of his, but they were his favorite most comfortable pair.
It turns out that he was doing defensive training that day learning how to make arrests, how to take someone down, ground fighting, and various defensive moves if someone were to go for his gun or how to get out of a head lock, etc... So somehow he was trying to defend himself on the ground while someone was on top of him his pants ripped in front of everyone. He was only slightly embarrassed, but took it like a man and continued his training until he finished. This is the second garment he has ripped at work in the past two weeks. Last week he ripped his pocket a good inch on the outside of his suit when he was in court. He got it caught on the banister of the stairs as he was going into the courtroom, haha it's a good thing he knows how to use a needle and thread.
It turns out that he was doing defensive training that day learning how to make arrests, how to take someone down, ground fighting, and various defensive moves if someone were to go for his gun or how to get out of a head lock, etc... So somehow he was trying to defend himself on the ground while someone was on top of him his pants ripped in front of everyone. He was only slightly embarrassed, but took it like a man and continued his training until he finished. This is the second garment he has ripped at work in the past two weeks. Last week he ripped his pocket a good inch on the outside of his suit when he was in court. He got it caught on the banister of the stairs as he was going into the courtroom, haha it's a good thing he knows how to use a needle and thread.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Little Less Feeling
One thing that I don't ever look forward to is going grocery shopping except when Stephen comes with me, which he usually does. The worst part about it is unloading the car and putting everything away. Now we go through A LOT of milk so I always buy a few gallons when I'm at the store, which ends up being at least once a week.
Now the last time I brought in the milk I heaved both gallons in one hand with the sacks in my other. By the time I got inside and set the milk down the plastic from the milk jugs had dug into my knuckles and I was bleeding.
So the other day I took a trip to the store to grab a few things on my way home from baby sitting. As usual, I bought two gallons of milk and two sacks full of food. This time I decided I would put both gallons of milk in a plastic sack and see if that made it easier to carry inside. So I had the milk and another sack in one hand and the other sack in my other hand. Well, the weight from the milk was so heavy that it was cutting off the circulation to half of my hand. By the time I got inside and set it on the counter my hand was tingling and numb.
It took a good half hour for the feeling to come back to my hand. The next day, though, I discovered that my little pinky finger hadn't fully recovered and was still numb! Three days later there's still no feeling and I fear I have permanently lost half the feeling in my little finger. I am now passing on the job of bringing in the milk to Stephen.
Now the last time I brought in the milk I heaved both gallons in one hand with the sacks in my other. By the time I got inside and set the milk down the plastic from the milk jugs had dug into my knuckles and I was bleeding.
So the other day I took a trip to the store to grab a few things on my way home from baby sitting. As usual, I bought two gallons of milk and two sacks full of food. This time I decided I would put both gallons of milk in a plastic sack and see if that made it easier to carry inside. So I had the milk and another sack in one hand and the other sack in my other hand. Well, the weight from the milk was so heavy that it was cutting off the circulation to half of my hand. By the time I got inside and set it on the counter my hand was tingling and numb.
It took a good half hour for the feeling to come back to my hand. The next day, though, I discovered that my little pinky finger hadn't fully recovered and was still numb! Three days later there's still no feeling and I fear I have permanently lost half the feeling in my little finger. I am now passing on the job of bringing in the milk to Stephen.
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