the short version

A list of things I've wanted to blog about, but haven't had time:

• J-Dub's birthday extravaganza
• secrets
• menstruating for 6 weeks (and counting)
• graduation from COLLEGE
• trust issues
• in-laws
• house apartment shopping
• grad school
• moving
• moving
• moving
• boob staring
• living a half-hour from everything
• hubba hubba and pappy: Navis bff's
• my extra sweat glands and an 80 degree house
• getting a job as a caseworker for DCFS

Oh, and here are some realll quality pictures at the end Jordan's birthday scavenger hunt because I never had time 32 days ago. Sorry no loving tribute, husband.

T Minus 3 hours and 13 minutes....

. . . till I am done working at the Best Western Weston Inn... F.O.R.E.V.E.R.

I am so excited I could die. But really, this place has been great to me and I will miss it. (And the paycheck . . . who knows when I'll see one of those again. Bleh.)

If you're ever looking for lodging in Logan, give them your business. It's a lovely place with lovely people and "we've got a full-hot breakfast from 6 to10 a.m., a pool, hot tub, sauna, and exercise room, as well as wi-fi, microwaves, and fridges in all the rooms!" (I just had to say it one last time . . . )

Drawful

(WARNING: this post contains images that may be disturbing to some viewers)

I think I send out an aura that says "anyone freaky or gross or awkward or generally bizarre, please, make your way into my life."

Case example:

Mine eyes is burned, mine eyes is burned!

at least my husband is hot

This is my life:

Why yes, we are indeed on the side of the freeway. And yes, I most definitely did have to call my clients and tell them I would be a no-show to my visits. Oh and you better bet I had to call my father-in-law and timidly ask him to drive an hour to come save us because NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON STOPPED to ask if we needed any help in the 2 hours we were on the side of the road. Ah, the joys.


I vow to stop and ask what I can do to help even though I know nothing about cars. (all we need was some dang water)

jeenyus

Remember how smart I am with technology? Yeah well, almost exactly 1 year to the date, I finally figured out how to freaking let yous folks follow this here blog. Now, now, please settle your applause.

I seriously feel so dumb right now. Or maybe really smart.

Anyway, follow me! We'll have so much fun!

Califunia

March Misery

Of all my faults and bad habits, I must say, I dodged the soda addiction that many here in Utah suffer with.... Diet Coke seems to the Mormon booze in these parts.... Then, freshman year happened.

Enter The Marketplace. Add on top of that, a really cute boy who just so happened to be in a committed relationship with Coca-Cola. (I wish you could see what his shirt says in the picture... It's Coca-Cola in Arabic. I tell you-- he is obsessed.)

My life was officially ruined.

That is how this:

Turned into this:





Therefore, in the Walton home, we've started the 31-days-till-we're-so-cranky-we-end-up-divorcing Challenge. In other words, a whole month without even a lick of soda. Doesn't that sound delightful?

Please, join us for this exciting event. I can promise it won't be fun, and I can't promise that it will be worth it. But hey, what else do you have to do this cold, ugly March?

my hormones are WHACK

I have kind of been a mess lately.

Maybe it's because I'm going to school full-time.... and interning 16+ hours a week... and working 20 hours a week.... and going back and forth to Salt Lake sometimes 3 times a week... and that I never get to see Jordan.... and that I'm living in an apartment that looks like the aftermath of Katrina.

It's probably all of these things.

Or maybe it's because I feel lonely.

With graduation around the corner, I feel like so is the end of my youth. Because I got married so young, and we still act like teenagers who are dating-- in love and spontaneous and goofy, I didn't necessarily feel that life change made me officially adult. Nothing changed about my life except that I got to live with a boy and I didn't have to deal with terrible roommates anymore. I was as independent as I always was, I just added the very mature sounding title of "wife."

Now though, with no more years to be planned out based on school schedules, summer breaks, tests, and late-night hang-outs, I feel a little.... lost.

This semester has been a beast, and I definitely struggle with "senioritis" on a daily basis. I know I'll miss this part of my life though-- the last smidgen of childhood I have left.

Jordan and I will be moving out of Logan on April 28. It's likely we'll end up in his parent's basement until I find a job. While we've dreamed of exploring the world and starting a life in another state, if only to see what it's like, I don't see that dream coming true for awhile.

My sister has lived in Arizona for years. My older brother is moving to Denver in 2 weeks. My little brother will be leaving at the end of summer to go to college in California, Michigan, or Massachusetts. My parent's will have no family left (within the state) except for us.

I know I'm not emotionally ready to leave my parent's all alone. My guilt complex is too strong. But more than that, I know how devastated I'll be when they're not around anymore.

As with my brothers, so many people have been moving on and moving away. Sometimes I feel stuck between the excitement and happiness I feel for them, and the longing for the way things were.

Growing up is hard. And that's just how it is.

Valentine's Day is for Smanging

Please enjoy:

And I know, that I am The Luckiest

title from this song

Sometimes I feel like my "private" personality has been a disservice to Jordan. We aren't very affectionate publicly, we often are mistaken for just friends, and sometimes, often times, I let an opportunity pass that I should have screamed from the rooftops how lucky and honored I am that Jordan chose me to be his wife.

seriously, how sweet can he be?

I just wanted to say, if only because he deserves everyone to know, his love has been the most healing remedy to any worries, doubts, insecurities, and sadness I've felt burdened with.

 

He is dreamy, and he is mine.