What I Am Up To: {My Ploy to Not Get a Dog}

At some point in running my mouth, Mike claims that I told him that we could get a dog once we bought a house.

I have NO recollection of saying this.

But he continues to push and we continue to get closer and closer to finally being able to stay in one place long enough to settle down.

But how do I know that I wouldn't end up being the one that has to take care of this dog? I mean, isn't that what always happens?

So I've told Mike he has to prove it to me.

A dog lives 12+ years.
And every day, you have to pet that dog. Scratch that dogs head. Every day.

So if I can get Mike to play with my hair and scratch my head nearly every day for 12 years, he can get a dog.

I wish I could say that I really just wanted to make sure Mike would take care of this dog, but really it's my ploy to get Mike to play with my hair but in the end, still not have to get a dog.

Day 1


What We Did: {The Most Important Parts}

This weekend...

We drank ginger ale on an airplane.

We ate 25 chocolate chip cookies in less than 24 hours.

We got told we were a "cute couple" by a lady yelling out her car window while we walked home from church.

We convinced my sister that she and her family should hurry and take a trip to DC while we are still here. And it worked! They come out on the 8th.

We watched and watched and watched the Olympics.

We stayed in bed until 10 AM.

This week...

Mike took the bar.

The rest is moot.



What Our 24th of July Looked Like: {Outside of the Bar Exam}

So yesterday was the 24th of July, which means celebration here in Utah. Thank goodness for those Pioneers coming here so long ago and settling this beautiful valley. But the 24th of July also marked day 1 of the bar exam for Mike. Whoa man.

The best I could get out of him was, "Well it's exactly what I thought it was going to be". So I guess that means he was prepared, right? Currently, he is finishing up with day 2 of the bar exam. Which also happens to be the final day of the bar exam. I cannot believe that this day is finally here. I say that outside of our wedding anniversaries, this could possibly be one of the best reasons for celebrating so far in our marriage. We are celebrating with pizza buffet. I know, isn't that just so us?

Anyway. Back to yesterday. The 24th of July Utah holiday also coincides with Mike's nieces birthday. Double whammy. Which meant a backyard roast and fireworks! {And some nice evening relaxation for the bar exam taker.}

Oh Summer, I love you.



What Today Is: {Friday! and FridayFreeForAll}

Well gosh. It's finally Friday. {10 points if your now singing "Finally Friday" by George Jones. If you're not, well you will be.}
I spent the entire day yesterday moving boxes out of our storage unit into my inlaws basement. Currently the story of my life.

Every part of my body is sore. I think I went up and down those stairs approximately 4,000 times. And only about a third of my storage unit is cleaned out. But we'll get there. Yes, we certainly will.

Between that and Grandma's and Grandpa's house at the beginning of the week,

lunch dates with dear friends,

....oh and Mike finally joining me in Utah.....I've been crazy busy.

Oh and this stupid sudoku that I'm determined to finish. It's gonna happen.

So now, as promised, I leave you with today's FridayFreeForAll.

Finally Friday
George Jones


What I'm Reminded of: {Grandma and Grandpa}

This is my Grandma. I love my Grandma and she loves her grand kids. To this day she still calls me her Abby-Baby. And gosh, she's beautiful. She has had that hair-do for as long as I can remember. I loved watching her poof it up each morning and then solidify it with hairspray. When we stayed at Grandma's house we would go into her room in the morning and crawl in bed with her after Grandpa had left for the farm. We would cuddle and giggle, my Grandma, sister's and I. I loved those mornings.

This is a picture of Grandma and I down on my Grandpa's farm. We spent quite a bit of time there as children. This pictures describes exactly what I remember on the farm as a child. A bunch of old dirty stuff strewn through the barn and the land and all the nooks and cranny's in between. But that's what made it Grandpa's. I have fond memories of running through the haystacks looking for Easter eggs, riding the dirt bike to the edge of the farm and back, searching for the new litter of stray kittens that Grandma loved having around. I broke my sister's foot on that farm. Sometimes Grandpa would let us ride in the back of the truck on our way to the farm. I remember when we got walkie talkies and talked back and forth from my parents car to Grandpa's truck during the short drive to the farm. Grandpa sold that farm. He still regrets it to this day. He was that farm and that farm was him. A little piece of Grandpa died the day it sold.

This is my Grandpa. My mom tells me that when I was young, I loved my Grandpa. I still love him, but there is nothing quite like a little girl and her relationship with her Grandpa. That was his hat, which I apparently thought would be funny to wear. My grandpa was always the strong, silent type. Can't you tell from the picture? But I don't feel like my relationship with him suffered because of it. That was just Grandpa. And if he has something to say, don't you worry, he will let it be known. He has a large garage out behind their house that he liked to spend time in. You would find him in there listening to classic country and tinkering around with the massive amounts of tools and knick knacks.

As I got older, visits to Grandma and Grandpa's house became less frequent. My social life became much more important, amongst the other conflicts. Then I became an adult and life was busy between school, work, and married life. They come up to visit often, but it was rare when I could make it down to their stomping grounds, which they remind me of often, and they get lonely when they haven't had visitors in a while. Grandma and Grandpa are getting older. Grandma doesn't remember as much and cooking and cleaning have become difficult tasks.

But I have a wonderful mother who decided I needed to serve. So tomorrow, my mom, two of my sister's, and my nieces head down to Grandma and Grandpa's. We will cook, we will clean, we will visit, we will do whatever we need to do to remind them of our love for them. Grandma will probably ask the same questions over and over again, and Grandpa probably won't say much. Which is perfect. Because happiness lies in the opportunity to serve and be around those you love.


What is Two Weeks from Today: {and Who I Saw at the Airport}

Two weeks from today, it will all be over.

Two weeks from today, Mike will complete the bar exam.

Five and a half years from beginning to the end.

Mike's going to be an attorney.

I couldn't be more excited to never be in college again. Because when Mike's in college, I'm in college.

As of July 25, at some time in the P.M., the only person in my world who exists is Mike.

I know, I sound like a newlywed, but really, I'm gonna feel like one too. We've never been married outside of college. This is like a whole new phase of our relationship.


In side news, guess who I saw at the D.C. airport?

My boyfriend...
No big deal, that's just Apolo Anton Ohno.
I felt like I was about to get up and bear my testimony, my heart was so aflutter.


What Our Fourth of July Looked Like: {D.C. Style}

Let's just start out by saying that D.C. is ca-rowded on the 4th of July. Everyone and their dog is there to celebrate the nation's birthday in the nation's capital.

Which by the way? Is it capital or capitol? Mike and I had a full on discussion about this as we lay on the west lawn of the capitol. Capital. We came up with the conclusion that its capitol when you are speaking of the building and capital when you are speaking of the city. Yes? No? {Capitalization of the word is a whole other confusion that I just don't wanna discuss.}

It was a crazy hot and humid 4th for us. We spent the day walking, museuming, shopping and watching the parade, and the evening on the west lawn of the Capitol listening to the concert, A Capitol Fourth {completely out of eye shot of the stage and the 3 large screens. Gotta love crowds}.

And Apolo Anton Ohno was on stage for like a second. Oh, I love him.

I do have a bone to pick with those capital 4th of July party planners though. If you open up the entire west lawn to the public for the concert, can you please simply stick a sign in the grass saying whether or not you can see the fireworks from that spot. A whole freaking herd of us had to get up and move because the trees were blocking our view. But then when we moved the stupid construction was blocking our view. A 17 minute firework show and we saw about half. However, what we did see was beautiful.

Hope everyone had a happy 4th!

That my friends is The Hope Diamond, via American Museum of Natural History


What I Celebrated: {26 years}

Well it's good to be 26. I haven't quite figured out why, but one year older, and wiser too.....according to legend. I started my day off with a sweaty walk with Mike to work and then a large bowl of Fruity Pebbles.
Breakfast of champions, I tell ya. 

After a nice shower, I ventured back outside to get my sweat on meet Mike for lunch. And you know what that sweet man did? Surprised me with the rest of the day off. We ate more pizza and homemade sodas than we could handle at the D.C. hot spot, We The Pizza.

Then we shopped. And shopped. And I got 5 shirts for $20. That's how I roll. Then home for a foot rub and a hair brushing by the mister.  

Oh and look what he got me?
My very own Princess Kate ring!
I'm in love.
I think 26 is going to look pretty nice on me.


What I'm Doing Today: {Escaping}

26th birthday.

Independence day.

And today?

Travel day!

I'm headed home!

Escape this goshdarn humidity and give Mike a little studyforthebaralonetime.

Spa days, girl time, and shopping malls....here I come.


What this Week Is: {The First Week of July Which is the Best Week of the Year!}

In between the 106 degree weather, here is what happened around the D.C. area this weekend.
Good gosh, you'd think we were still in Oklahoma.

In other news, we went to the Holocaust Museum this weekend. Fabulous, if you ask me. {Assuming that something that is super somber can be considered awesome at the same time.} 

Oh and my birthday is tomorrow. 

And the 4th of July will be spent down with the tourists, doing all the touristy things. Must haves will be really good walking shoes, sunscreen, and fried chicken.