Variety

For some reason my husband and I can not grasp the meaning of variety. What I am speaking of...is the fact that when we sit down to eat some grub, we always have to pop in a movie. We don't just have one movie, people. We have at least 30 different movies that we could choose from. Not a whole lot of pickings. After watching each movie three times since we've been married. My goodness, it gets old. We find ourselves reciting line after line! And, my husband...is a whistler. I know some of you who read this blog know exactly what I'm talking about. He hears a tune that he "thinks" is catchy, and whistles until he can't whistle no mo. It's really great, just WONDERFUL. Can't tell you how much I love it. K, I do love it. Even if it sometimes makes my ears bleed. Oh, I'm just kidding. The movie that we seem to pop in the most is, Far and Away. 

Can't seem to get enough out of that one. We have watched that one 20 times since we've been married. So you know, when it is my job to pick the movie for the night. I do not pick Far and Away. I bet you could guess who does. Sweet, sweet husband-o-mine. I love him to pieces, I just brace myself for when the movie is over and the whistle begins it's departure. I can only handle so much of John Williams! But really, if I don't hear Will whistle something has got to be wrong. He usually whistles all the time, so that tells you something about him. :) Hulu is the next greatest invention. This is where we watch Lost. We do NOT have cable, I repeat we do NOT have cable. So, we just watch our favorite shows for free. It's great. So, I guess it's not all that bad. Life is good my friends!

Refresh

The time has come. . .FINALS are over! That's right! I couldn't be happier. This semester was definitely not my hardest nor my last semester I will have to face, but it's been a busy few months. It's that time to sit back and pull out my favorite book, or even take up sewing. By the way, my sweet mother-in-law fixed up a sewing machine that I am very excited about. Bernina 530. It's a beauty. Can't wait to learn the many techniques that go into sewing. The only problem that I have is, it truly hasn't hit me that the semester is over. You know the feeling, I'm sure. The feeling that you have something unfinished, that you still have a project or test that you need to prepare for. Nope, I am A-OK to partay! Whatever that means. On another note, Will and I are moving! We couldn't be happier. We've lived in our little piece of nothing for a year and a half. We are moving into Joseph(brotha-in-law) and Jen's(sista-in-law) basement. It's a great deal and we couldn't ask for better neighbors!! We are just so excited for this summer and what our future has in store. I'm getting all touchy feely & teary-eyed. So, I best be on my way. Have a splendid day!!

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I need a new blog design...something's coming to me. Nope it went away. Ooohhhp..it's coming. Nah nah, my creativity has officially left the building and won't be back until further notice..

here comes the sun...doo doo doo doo

Ooooh. Im bursting with excitement, literal excitement. I seem to squeal when i think of swimming in the sun, or just taking walks as the sun is setting. THE SUN! It is summer time, people. The most wonderful time of the year. I love christmas and all, but they picked the wrong song for the wrong season. Summer is where it's at. I don't have to put layers and layers of clothing on my back. I just need a t-shirt and some shorts to survive--maybe some thongs to go with that. I just said, thongs. what what! I hope you can all take a moment to squeal with joy for this upcoming glorious summer. Ok, you dont have to squeal, do your thang, but take a minute to enjoy the beauty that's about to be unleashed.


       Side note: we are ashamed to say, we are kind of into Lost! But, this is not the Sun I was talking about...

THIS IS...

                                            

death week.

My least favorite week is upon arrival. Finals week is what it's most commonly known for, I like to call it, "The Week of He**!" I'll keep it G-rated, for the kids. (because so many children read my blog!) Any who, I'm getting prepped for my projects and tests that are slowly creeping up on me. I always wondered why my face would break out or I'd have random crying episodes during the week of torture. Stress! It's made up, this said stress. It's not real, and I need to conquer this made up feeling so that I can make it out of this hole, aka college. Maybe I would do better if I just took a chill pill. Who prescribes those anyway? Anyone?!?

K. It's not this bad. But, you catch what I'm putting down.

Thems just jokes!

My brotha from the same motha, has a great tendency to make a joke pretty much about everything. I like to joke, I think things are relatively funny...I think my husband is funny. Funny looking! (Could not resist) With that being said, I didn't find my dream funny at all last night. As most of you know, today is April Fools Day and that is probably why I had the dream that I did. It was a random dream, with a whole lot of randomness. I'll just make this short, because I believe this dream lasted the remainder of my sleep. So, let's just say about...8 hours. Long booty dream! Basically, Jeremy and I were arguing about school or something, so Jeremy (my dear brother) the peacemaker he is, pulled out a bomb and want to blow up our argument, literally blow it up. Don't ask me, my dreams are just magical. He decides to blow it up and ends up blowing himself up. Surprise, surprise. At this point, (On the other side of reality) Will says, I was flailing my arms around, shouting, "Noooo, NOOOO, Jeremy's gone!" I might have been crying, Will and I can't recall. After, that little episode, Jeremy miraculously pulls his body parts together and says, "April Fools!" That's so funny, hilarious, I'm holding my sides because I just can't control the laughter, 6 pack here I come! Really, it's disgustingly not funny. I had this dream because my brother is really this way. He thinks this sorta stuff is funny. Maybe it is. I just don't find my brother dying and then joking about it, very funny. Yes, it was a dream. Yes, he is still alive today, and Yes, I will NEVER celebrate April Fools. My husband fits into this category as well. 

My boy.

           Mack Attack, he is my pride and joy. My nephew to be exact. I love him to pieces. This is my older sister, Lindsay's lil' boy and I have been bound to love him forever and ever. I hope I'm right on this sister, my little nephew of a man will be turning 5 in July. Cuuh-razy. I remember when my sister was pregnant with the miniature man. That was the main thought going through my brain, baby boy, my very own nephew, yikes. At this point I had become an aunt to quite a few children, but it was my sisters first baby. Just a miner difference in the way I felt. I love all my nieces and nephews the same, I just was so excited for this one. 

           The day my sister gave birth to Mack, I was there every step of the way. I saw everything, that's right. I am a true, and loyal sista. I held up Lindsay's left leg, while Tyson (my awesome, bro-in-law) held her right leg, the entire process of getting Mack into this world. It wasn't necessarily my favorite thing to do, but I was so happy to be there for her and her little man. This kid has the biggest heart and he just keeps getting sweeter and don't forget unbelievably hilarious. I crack up at everything he says. I'm glad my sister moved from San Diego a couple years ago to Bountiful, Ut, and now I get to see them more often than not. You did a good job sis, and I'm glad I've been blessed to be an aunt to such a great kid. 

          Let's not forget about Mason the man. That is Mack's baby brother. He is just as cute in his own delightful way. I just have a kick when I get to spend the day with those adorable peeps. You never ever know what's going to come out of there tiny mouths. I'm talking about you too, Lindz!