I'm BACK!!!

WRITTEN ON TUESDAY JANUARY 11:
Wahoo! Back in Thatcher! And honestly it feels so good to be back and be with my friends and our "little" circle of people and doing things again. Winter break almost killed me...I did absolutely NOTHING! I'm sure getting my wisdom teeth out didn't help too much, but I just like hanging out with my momma whenever I go home and I never hang out with anyone...so long story short, I'm probably a jerk for not wanting to really do anything, but oh well. It happens. My bad.

So lets rewind a couple of days back to Saturday...ZIPPPP! Okay so Dan came up on Saturday and I was so ridiculously excited that I couldn't even stand it! So he texts me around 11 and tells me he is going to be a little late...bummer :[ But it's alright, because that gives me some more time to clean up the atrocity of a bathroom and Ethan's room. Then I've got Ethan and Chandler asking me every 5 minutes: WHEN IS DAN GOING TO BE HERE?! WHEN IS HE COMING?! Ahhhhh!! I thought I was going to die slowly. Alright, not quite that dramatic, but you catch my drift.

He FINALLY gets to my house and I still hadn't gotten ready because I'd been cleaning up till the minute that he got there (don't worry, I got it all done!). My poor boyfriend...honestly I feel bad for the guy and I probably should do something to fix it, but I really don't care--Abbie and I were just talking yesterday about how I have absolutely no shame and don't really care what anyone says about it either. I try though! This sounds so bad, like I never get ready and look frumpy all the time. It's probably true. Alright I'll try to get ready from now on. Try being the key word. I expect an epic fail to come out of this.

Back to the story: he gets to my house and then we ended up going out to dinner...which believe me it is harder to chew lettuce with four gaping holes in your mouth than you would expect. Don't worry, I cleaned up and got ready, and I think I looked pretty cute. Haha you'll have to ask Dan.

After dinner, we came back and made lemon bars. Dan and Chandler had a contest to see who could make the best ones. Well if you ask me, they tasted the same, but apparently, Dan put in a cup less of sugar. So maybe they should've tasted worse?! But they all tasted good.

We ended up watching Holes and were up till 230 in the morning! Now let's keep in mind that 1. That is SUPER LATE! and 2. we had to be in east Mesa by 830 the next morning, which means leaving my house by no later than 745. Well as you can imagine, I set my alarm and pushed the snooze and wake up to Dan shaking my arm at 715. CRAP!! Well don't worry, we made it to church...at 829 on the dot. Haha it was Dan's greenie's homecoming, so that was cool to meet him and hear his talk. Holy cow though, his Spanish was SOOOOO FAST!! Haha it was kinda funny because he was just going and there was no stopping him.

We came back to my house and watched the Jungle Book and then went over to my friend Sam Liang's house and talked to her and saw her two little kiddos. Oh man they are so stinkin cute and probably one of the few reasons I want to have kids one day. So we were over there for a few hours and then when we were leaving, I asked Ronen for a hug and he looks and me like he's contemplating it, and then says: I don't have anymore hugs. Hahah little kids say the funniest things!

Monday, I went in to get a new tire and get them rotated, got a couple of shots from the doctors office, and then went home to wait for my car to be done so we could leave! We ended up meeting my momma for lunch at PF Changs! YUMMM lettuce wraps!! Well long story short, my car needs to get fixed :[ The ball joints need to be replaced. Sad day. So we didn't end up leaving till 230! To make things better, there was an accident when we were almost out of Mesa. It seriously took 45 minutes to go 3 miles. AWFUL!! So Dan and I ended up talking to each other on speaker phone through the whole accident and were talking about the funniest things.

Long story short...my boyfriend is just the cutest thing ever. And I missed him entirely too much over break.

You know you live in Arizona when you go tanning by the river in January

Seriously...the lives my roommates and I live. It's so hard, just let me tell you. Okay not really, I mean we went tanning by the freaking river today and read our books...while giggling like little girls about all sorts of things...mostly boys.

So yeah, we lead a pretty rough life down here. But today proved to be quite the adventure. So Raegan has been dying to go to the river for the last two day! Why you might ask? I haven't the faintest idea...she's a freak! And the water is freezing!! But today we decided to appease her, and we got all dressed to go. We decided to go to Cluff Ponds. Well, my car is currently in the process of dying on me. Go figure...it's all paid off and now it decides to start falling apart. Oh well, I guess it's about time something happened. That car is as trusty rusty as it gets. So the point of telling that was to tell you that Raegan had to drive out to Cluffs.

Well, it turns out the road is a lot smoother than I thought. Anyway, we get out to Cluffs and there are a million and one people there!!! What the heck! We just wanted to lay on the dock and read our books and tan...but apparently it was the day to go out fishing at four in the afternoon! I mean shouldn't they be at work or something?! So we decided to go to the river...after exploring a little bit of course down primitive roads and through barricades that were blocked off. Yes we're quite daring and adventurous down here...it's usually Raegan's fault.

On our way to the river, the highway was all blocked off! We later found out after running into an angry police officer (he really was quite rude--we just wanted to know where we should turn around), we found out that a tractor tipped over into the ditch!! How sad! I hope the guy that was driving it is okay.

We finally made it down to the river, layed out, and read our books and talked about boys and everything else for probably an hour or so. Then Abbie decided she was entirely too cold and we left. All in all, it was a pretty successful day...working on the tan and spending time with the roomies...but I still haven't applied to BYU. My mom JUST MIGHT kill me. Don't tell her....Abbie!


Quotes of the day:
Abbie to Cody: You just lost your privileges.

"Eat shit and die!"
"You are too twisted for colored TV."
"You are evil and you must be destroyed.
Mother Nature is taking care of that faster than you will."
                 --Steel Magnolias

I've got a little itch...

And this itch is just making me want to get back to Thatcher that much faster...and NO it's not just to see Dan! Although, that added bonus that he'd be just up the street is all the more appealing.

I miss my friends, and I've realized the pathetic state of my existence here in my own home...which really doesn't feel like home. I think anyone that's moved out can relate to that. Don't get me wrong, I love being here and it probably wouldn't be so pathetic if I wasn't put up on the couch, popping ibuprofen like it's candy (sorry liver, I promise I'll stop soon), and drinking milkshakes up the wahzoo because it hurts to chew anything, I might just be out doing something. Okay, let's be realistic, probably not. So if anything, this just gets to be my excuse. YES!

I got a phone call from Nicole Baldwin last night and I seriously can't tell you how much I've missed her! It's seriously ridiculous! I miss all my friends, especially my roommates, and staying up till all hours of the night laughing hysterically or sneaking around playing ninjas to spy on each other (I was the usual recipient of these spying activities). I miss driving passed the temple coming into town and leaving it. I miss Pima burritos...and I've got such a craving for one right now as I'm typing this. Haha. I miss Thatcher. Wow...okay maybe not Thatcher, okay yes Thatcher, and all the people in it.

On a brighter note, Dan's coming up on Saturday!! Yay!! Don't worry...I'm not excited about this at all. LIES! I can't wait! I've been excited since Monday and it's honestly agonizing to sit on the couch and pray that the hours go a little faster and Saturday will come a little sooner. Well it's practically here! So on tomorrow's to do list, besides finish the quilt: clean up Ethan's room and pull out the extra bed, general pick up of the house, oh and somehow make this swelling go away so I'm some what presentable by Saturday. Any suggestions?

So I have just realized how random this post is; it's pretty much all over the place. Woops. My mind is every where and no where all at the same time! Poop. Well it's almost Saturday, and Grey's anatomy is on! Yay. I'm sure I will have a grand blog post for Saturday...if there's time for that. I mean after all, I haven't seen him for almost 3 weeks! KILLER. Knife through the heart. Alright...enough with the dramatics. You get it. I'm excited. End of story. Goodnight.

Life is a song, Love is the music.

Who needs 'em right??

Today was the fateful day. At approximately 745 this morning, I was on my way with my lovely mother to get the wisdom removed from my head. I'm pretty sure Dan's holding out that it'll make me a little less smart. Haha just kidding love :]

So I walked into the office about 8 am, and walked back into the surgery room about 805...yeah they were ready to get me in, take the teeth out, and then shoot me out the door. The nurse puts the laughing gas mask over my face and I can't say I'm the biggest fan of it. It starts to dry out the back of your nose!! She told me before she put the mask on though that it would make my fingers and toes tingle and make me feel like I'm floating.

HOLY VERTIGO! I felt like things were starting to spin...not super fast like it would make you sick, but just a little that I was thinking to myself "this isn't right." It's a pretty awkward feeling. The surgeon put the IV into my arm and the next thing I knew, I woke up on the couch at my house with gauze in my mouth.

After I woke up, I was talking to my mom about the little bits and pieces of things I remembered. I remember getting wheeled out into the wheelchair but not getting in the car. I remember looking up at the sky at some point on the drive. I remember my dad putting his arms around me to support me and being slightly frustrated because he had a pretty tight grip on my arm and because I thought I could make it into the house by myself. I remember trying to text Dan back and the keys just not typing the right things! It came out as so much gibberish and I was just trying to tell him that I'd text him later.  It was all in flashes too, just like the movies!

Waking up was the worst after I was already home. Ugh I felt so sick and just went to the sink and threw up. TMI I know...but it happened. It was awful because I didn't want to eat anything but my mom said I had better or else I'd just keep getting sick.

Pretty much my momma is amazing! She's made me whatever I wanted all day long. Shakes, mashed potatoes, and she even grinded up the spaghetti and meatballs we had for dinner so that I could eat it too. Despite the fact that it looked like baby food, it still tasted delish!!

So now I'm sitting here...pretty sick of the fact that I can't open my mouth too wide because it just is super sore and I'm mostly afraid of ripping out the stitches. Gauze and I are not friends right now either. Yuck it's been in my mouth all day long and I just don't want to put anymore in! Oh and I can't feel my bottom teeth or my bottom lip or my ears. LAME!!

Alright I'm done complaining. All in all, it's really not that bad. Honestly, it could me soo much worse! I'm not that swollen and I fully intend on keeping ice on them forever! Especially since I have a special visitor this weekend...and let's face it: swollen cheeks=NOT SEXY.

That's all for the evening. Eating a little ice cream, taking some vicodin, and hitting the sack. Should be a wonderful night's rest. :]

It makes her feel close.

So I like sleeping with the Mater side of my blanket closest to me. It makes me feel just a little bit closer, like somehow it makes him not as far away.

I’ve let go…finally. I guess three months into a serious relationship is about dang time to let it go. As much as I’d like to think my own little noodle came up with this on its own, it didn’t. I had a little help (okay a lot of help) along the way.

It’s time. Time to recognize the beautiful blessings I’ve been given, and that there is a time and a season for everything. I was given one of the greatest blessings in a friend at that point in my life in Jake Clark.

He was everything I could have ever asked for in a friend and always knew what to say or how to say it even if I didn’t want to hear it, especially when I didn’t want to hear that. I will forever and always cherish the friendship we made and I will be grateful to him for a very, very long time for all the things I have learned from him. I’ve learned to be a little more patient and understanding of people and what is going on—now I’m still working on it. It’s a constant work in progress. Anyone that is around me for an extended amount of time could tell you that. But I am trying. I’ve also learned to rely on the Lord, not from him, but he was always a good example of just the basic and simple reading your scriptures and saying your prayers on a daily basis.

In learning to more fully rely on the Lord, I have recognized another blessing I’ve been given in Dan Haban. I honestly for the life of me cannot figure out why he has stuck around for so long when it’s taken me this long to realize what I have! Holy crap I probably would’ve hit the road running a LONG time ago. I’m still learning from him, so much. I’ve learned how to laugh and have fun in new ways. I mean who would’ve ever thought that getting eaten alive by mosquitoes while coyote calling would be fun…but it is! Or making a “love-sac” from two yards of bright orange fleece? Or even just turning the couches around and watching Grey’s Anatomy? I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun and been so happy.

Talking to Abbie tonight helped me realize some things too. Jake is always going to be a friend. That is not changing. I’ll still write him letters because that’s what friends do: support and uplift each other. But Dan…he’s something different. And I intend to hold onto that for a long time.

I don’t know how much of this is making sense because well it’s almost 3 in the morning and I’ve been slightly delusional for the last couple of hours…I’m blaming Raegan and Abbie…oh and Martinelli’s.

Recognize a good thing…a great thing…perhaps the best thing, when you’ve got it. And then do all that you can to hold onto it. I’m glad I’ve recognized mine. Have you?

See 2011: I’m already just a little wiser…and it’s only been 3 hours! Think of what a whole year will do!