Nickel City and 6 months

After we went bowling last Friday afternoon with Cameron and Lindsay Lamb, we decided to play a few arcade games in the BYU Bowling Alley.  While playing around, it was decided we would make a night of it and go to Nickel City.  I thought this was a fun idea, and no one would be there.  WRONG.  From the moment we walked in, we saw familiar face after familiar face.  Deb. Katie. Ammon. Courtney & Mike. Dan. It was hilarious, but such a fun night.  We spent the night playing games, laughing, and I even ate a Now-and-Later (who really still eats those?).

On a different note.  Saturday celebrated our 6 month mark!  It's crazy how fast time flies.  In the past 6 months, Brady applied and got accepted to medical school, I conquered physics and chemistry, we had our first Christmas together and it was bliss, we sold the Jeep and bought a Subaru,  we are set to graduate, and everything in between.  We are loving life and excited for the adventures ahead of us.

Saturday, we spent the day dreaming, looking, and riding road bikes before Brady took me out to dinner.    It was dreamy.  The dinner too of course, but really, the bikes.  I would post pictures, but it would get me too desirous for them.  I don't even know if that's a word.  Well, this counts as a post.  Adios.

Best picture of the weekend 6 months.  Fish bowl effect. 

Meet Claire

A couple months ago, Ellie, Claire's older sister, told Claire she looked beautiful as she got ready for school, and then added that all the boys will want to marry her.  My sister, Jennie, saw this as an opportunity to carry on this discussion and she told them that looks isn't all that matters.  So she asked them what else does matter?  Ellie gave the answer's Jennie was looking for, like being nice.  Claire said, "you've got to be a good kisser!"  

So this week, the girls watched the movie Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken (they're into the classics).  For those of you who haven't seen this movie, Sonora is a rider of diving horses.  On one of the dives, she lost her vision and became blind.  Lucy, Claire's youngest sister found this terribly traumatic and supposedly bawled through it.  But that was that.  Until yesterday.  Jennie was driving in the car again with the girls and friends when Claire asked her mom, "How did Sonora get married if she was blind?"  Jennie, being the great mom she is, answered by telling Claire that even though she was blind, she was a great person... yada yada yada... Claire wasn't listening.  And then Claire asked, "but Mom, how can she kiss?!"

Sweetest girl.  Maybe a little too into kissing for a 5 year old.

White

Sitting in class today, my teacher asked us to think about our last summer and describe the first image that comes to mind with a  color.  

My color: white

Looks like: flowers, white fluffy clouds, flowing fabric

Sounds like: the best playlist you've ever made

Smells like: roses, and La Nuit De L'Homme

Tastes like: Key Lime Coconut

Feels like: sunshine

Tonight at work the boy I tutor (or as my niece Lucy calls it, I "toot"-er, with bellows of laughters after it is said) kept commenting about his stomach hurting.  We kept working.  If this seems harsh, background information is needed to know that the boy has used being sick in the past to get out of working.  He knows it works.  Well, I wasn't going to let it tonight, so we kept working.  While playing imaginex city (working on his imaginative play of course, not just playing...) he lay on the carpet with his arms spread out.  But when I'd get up to take notes, he'd pull out his brother's cell phone and start playing another game.  Ya, definitely not sick...I thought, maybe a stomach ache.  A little while later I ask him to describe his stomach pain...

"Is it like someone is twisting your stomach in a knot?"  Or are you nauseous..." seeing the blank look on his face, "and you feel like you are going to throw up?"

"I feel 'nusase'", he said.

So we go up stairs to maybe get him a drink and tell his mom when before either of us realize what is happening, his dinner is spread out on the carpet.  ugh.  And his mom isn't home.

Tonight I am grateful for health. 

We Return

Just when I had forgotten about blogging, not even feeling guilty for not doing it anymore, it was assigned to me in class last week.  For this next semester, I am supposed to blog every week... Don't get me wrong, I used to love to spill my thoughts out onto my keyboard, but now I spill them to Brady and they just get stored as memories.  But now, I have an excuse.  I will blog.

This is our last semester at BYU, and it is surreal.  When we get chilled from the snow and ice outside, we look on our phones and see that it is 73 degrees in Houston and feel warm if only for a brief moment.  Our daily life is no longer stuck in the drudgery of Provo, but we now look forward to where we will be spending the next journey of our lives: Houston, where the dear husband begins medical school this fall.  While he applies for housing and financial aid, I am applying to do an internship at TIRR Memorial Hermann Hospital in the rehabilitation center. 

So our last semester.  Working, studying, preparing for change, and playing through it all. This should be a good time to pick up the blogging again.  We'll have lots of memories to keep and stories to tell.  So here goes...