One more thing...

I have been made an April fool.

If you follow Dave's blog you may have seen his latest entry "Snoops A Mormon". Clearly, this is not true (despite the convincing pic of him reading the BOM). It was all a big joke, a big April Fool's joke. Anyway, Dave told me on about April 3rd so I missed the joke, as it was 2 days overdue. This is why I announced to a full theater on Thursday night that Snoop Dogg was indeed a Mormon. A apologize to the audience of Definitely Maybe for that falsehood (and for the crappy movie). 

My final [exams, days of being single, etc.]

Hell hath no fury like a woman's...stress. Even I have been scared of myself these last few days. Hats off to Dave who has had to ask me (more than once) "Honey, what can I do to not annoy you?" only to be responded to with "Nothing!". He is so wonderful and I love him. My stress is thinning out as I finish up finals and prepare to leave for SUNNY Caifornia (I checked the weather--no rain on my wedding day!).  Anyway, I'm keeping this short-- next time I blog I will be a married woman!! On that note...

5 MORE DAYS!!!

Bride-a-phobia?

I'm back in Rexburg after a 4 day weekend in beautiful sunny CA. I had the privelege of traveling home for my bridal shower at which I scored 6 square feet worth of home making starter kit swag. It was great to recieve advice and chat with wiser older women, but I have to admit the first fifteen minutes of the shower were some of the most nerve-racking of my life. I sunk into a couch in front of a row of chairs seating several prominent women from my home ward (which from my angle looked more like a panel of judges). I started to sweat. Then they started talking to me. Puddles developed under my arms. At first it all sounded like gibberish, but I managed to get my heart rate low enough to decipher that they were asking me to speak. They wanted me to relay the stories of how Dave and I met and how we got engaged. I told them all well enough and the ladies seemed appeased, but I continued to sweat until the last present was opened. The bridesmaids on either side of me had to place their hands on my back and tell me that I was "doing fine" on more than one occasion.

The point of this all is that I don't know what is wrong with me! Hundreds of women become brides every day and seem to get through the whole ordeal unscarred, but every time an unnecessary amount of attention gets placed on me I hyperventilate. I admitted at my shower that it was only the third I'd ever been to (the other two being my sisters') and that I hated showers. I think I have bride-phobia! That being said, in all seriousness, does anyone know of a good wedding day anti-perspirant?

(Disclaimer for the comic: I'm not actually nervous about this part... I just think this is funny.)

Titanic

I dedicate this blog entry to the movie Titanic. I want to come out publicly and proclaim my shameless love for the movie. It seems that most people feel encumbered by the need to renounce the movie simply because of it's ridiculous love story, hackneyed dialogue, and mediocre acting. While these things may be true, Titanic is a great story of historical human interest, coupled with a moving score and an amazingly accurate portrayal of the sinking of this grand ship!

This being said, if you haven't seen it in a while maybe its time to pull it out from your sock drawer, dust it off, and give Titanic another shot. Here's to you, James Cameron, I salute you.

happy spring!

This is what I felt like this morning as I stepped out of my front door into the first day of spring. Sure, the sky is grey, the wind is brisk, and frostibite is still a legitimate concern, but things to be grateful for: there was no ice on my car this lovely spring morning. Ah, spring--our gateway to summer. I feel especially twitterpated this season as I set aside a good ten minutes a day to think about my wedding and forthcoming marriage (embarassingly, this is true).

So whether the sky be grey, blue, or heliotrope, today I dedicate this gay little spring song to you. Enjoy.

A New Leaf

Dave often asks me why I am so afraid of technology. The answer should be clearly demonstrated in my being schizo-blog-ic! I apologize to those who still surprisingly take the time to look at my blog. You must think you've hit the wrong link every time because every time you look MY PAGE IS DIFFERENT! I really feel like a moron about the whole thing, but there are so many lovely templates to choose from! So many colors! And no matter what my page still seems to look like it was done by a third grader. (No offense to third graders, many of them are lovely people). But today I turn over a new leaf. This template and color scheme is here to stay, so please, stay with me cyber world.

Summer Snow and Attic Homes

I woke up this morning at a crisp 8 o clock, took a fresh breath of morning air, and drew back the curtains only to find a layer of freshly fallen snow covering the earth which, in the middle of March, is hell. Now I like snow and I hate to complain that the good Lord is sending the Idaho farmers some sweet soft moisture, but March 13? It seems like something that should be in a line of Alanis Moristte's "Ironic" (i.e. something that is in no way ironic, but sucks very much.)

That's life.

But this is also life: Dave and I found a homestead! It's not much, but it has more 23.6 degree angles than a person can dream for and a bedroom two times the size of the rest of the apartment. As if that isn't enough it's an attic! Take that basement apartments.