The Best Friends in the World

Yep, that's what I have. I really do. I'm not sure how I got so lucky. So, I thought I'd share it with the world (or the 4 people who follow my blog).

Ok, so, everyone (who has a sense of social standards) knows that there are rules when it comes to being a house guest. You shouldn't stay with someone more than 3 days, especially if you are staying on the couch or some other common area. Next, you should do something in return or to say thanks (such as take them to dinner, buy them a present, etc.). And last, but not least, you should be as convenient as possible (meaning don't expect them to make you a fabulous meal everyday, drive you all over the place, and listen to your problems everyday while you take up all their personal space). Those are some very important rules if you want people to still like you when you've gone. Well, I went and stayed with Lila so I could fine a job and housing. I broke every single one of those rules times 10. Yep, all of them, but somehow she kept chuggin along and making great food, using up her gas for me, and helping me with the decisions I had to make. You really can't find a friend like that everyday, and I think she even still loves me.

And that's not all folks!!

Jency, my forever roommate, threw me my first (and only) farewell party last night. She bought/made bruschetta and cream puffs on my request. Yum. Then, a bunch of my friends got together and bought me a gift. The best, most perfect gift they could have given me... A Tomtom. I can't even believe that they would think to do that, but I have been so nervous about moving to an area so much bigger than Cache Valley and so unfamiliar. They know me so well and even though most of them secretly (or not so secretly sometimes) don't want me to go, they came and supported me and got together to get me my very own GPS!!! Wowee!!

Also, people made sacrifices to come and spend time with me last night. JoAnna put off writing her big paper...even though it was due at midnight last night, I'll miss her. Gid even brought me a wonderful little going away gift that I've been needing for a while. My brother has brought me several boxes and left them in my car and house even when I wasn't around... The point is, it's really great to know that you are loved. And right now, I do. Thanks everyone. You are the best.

But I Love....

Ok, so I guess I got "tagged" by Lila...and I AM bored, so I'll do this.

1. Sunshine. I know, no one is surprised by this one. But it really does, the whole range of emotions I can have goes up a notch or two when it's sunny.

2. The ocean. Yeah, I think my answers are sounding cliche. The ocean seems to be so beautiful no matter what the weather.

3. Reading. I just get so into my book and it's magical. A good movie could do the same thing.

4. Babies and animals...if they like me automatically. For some reason it makes you feel so special to be loved by an unbiased living thing. It shouldn't, but it just does.

5. Good friends. The kind that you can spend time with without having to do something extravagant. No one has to entertain anyone.

6. Food. I just discovered the term "foodie." If you can be as picky as I am and still be considered a foodie, then I am. I just love delicious new food and finding new things I love and learning to cook something new and wonderful.

Well, that's it for now. I don't want to put too much time into this since no one really reads it. (I know, I know, it's my own fault for never posting)

And, I have no idea who to tag...Kathy?

They came too late...

The pictures that is. I took these at the beginning of the summer, which is now long over. I was frustrated because it was supposed to be summer, but it just wouldn't stop raining. It was supposed to be kind of ironic...summer, but I can't do anything summery... So instead, it's going to feel like someone is explaining a joke to you, aka ruining that joke for you. Haha! Oh well.

So, on the left is the laundry, right after I got them out of the dryer and excitedly hung them up to use my clothes line for the first time! On the right, you will see them after one week of being on the clothes line ... and still too wet to take down. (my dryer was not working at the time, so I just had to wait)Ha! Good Times

Break-up Bedroom

Yeah, that's what I decided to call this. It's just terrible and I know the bedroom on the "other end" of this is worse, I saw it. Heh. Anyway, it's weird. I can do laundry, clean the kitchen, mow the lawn and everything, but it took a lot of gumption and mind distractions to finally clean up this mess. But I did. Good'on me!

My Favorite Part

My favorite part of my house is my bedroom. Especially the window seat. I have ALWAYS wanted a window seat. Girls in movies and romantic stories always had them and I wanted my life to be so romantic. Haha! Anyway, I love it. Also, the shape of the room is so unique and has a lot of character. All of that makes up for my least favorite part, my "closet". This closet is one of four strange little doors in my bedroom and probably the least creepy too. One leads to another little room hidden in the walls....way scary! One opens straight to a wall with insulation. I put some shelves in one and it now holds some of my shoes, but couldn't fit anything else. This one I added that lovely shower curtain to so I would have a place to hang a few things, although it hides the shelves behind it. It is the longest/deepest closet ever, I have to duck and walk back a ways to get to my clothes. I added a little touch light above my clothes and my laundry basket sits on the ground. But, I wouldn't trade my room for any of the others. Which is great, because that's how all the roommates feel.

MEWITHOUTYOU

Yippee, we went to a concert! Sure, Cody left our tickets in Logan and the balance wasn't too great at the dumpy venue, but we did it. Turns out, lead singer guy(I rarely know names unless it's the name of the band) decided to learn a billion instruments just for his new songs. Cody says he could already play accordian and he did a little guitar before, but this time he went CRAZY!! He was almost always playing guitar, but also accordian, keyboard, trumpet, and various percussion instruments. It seemed like he wanted us to think he was cool, and I did. They beatle king song was amazing even without the full orchestra from the record. They even handed out a bag of bakery goods of some sort to the crowd. They said they'd tell everyone where they got them after the show. Apparently they are "freegan" and they forgot to say which dumpster they came from. Unfortunately, they ran out before the bag got to us. All in all, it was a fun time. Also of note, we tried 5 Guys burgers for the first time. What a delight, I must say. Everything I wanted and nothing else, plus the fries are fried in peanut oil, so they have a dee-licious flavor. Unfortunately, the fast-food connoiseur himself was very sick from the partying the night before (one day we won't overdo it) and couldn't fully enjoy it. Poor Cody! Anyway, I recommend both activities to everyone.

In The Meantime

Well, apparently, I'm too stupid to figure out how to get pictures off of the internal memory of my camera. So, instead of posting what I really want to, I'm doing this. Picking a random photo from this memory card I found on the desk. I love my house. I really do. This is just a wonderful example of how great it is. Doesn't it just look classy? Also, thanks to my sister Sara for the Marilyn. It is the perfect thing for that spot. Now, I wish that SOME of my roommates appreciated our house as much as I do. Doesn't anyone know how to clean up their own messes these days, or buy some toilet paper when they know they've never taken a turn, or stop using someone elses precious Q-tips? I'll tell you the answer....NO, they don't. That's all pretty bad, but I've just discovered something worse. Having no one remember to take out the trash. I don't mean the little bag/can of garbage in the kitchen/bathroom either. I mean the big one outside that my family calls the, "black hole." I mean, sick! Once it's forgotten, you have to wait AT LEAST another week (in this case, 4 weeks now) to get rid of it. It's terrible. Now, I realize that I am somewhat to blame, and to do my part, I have now set a weekly alarm on my phone. But can't someone else help out, I even asked everyone to help me remember (or just do it themselves), but it hasn't done any good. When I pull up and open my car door, it still smells like rotting food and when I open my window to let in some fresh air, it is FAR from fresh. Doesn't anyone else notice, or care? Again, No. I hope that everyone has taken something important away from this paragraph of me wining. If not, sorry about that.

Appreciate your house or something.