Anything Can Be

I got on Facebook today, and they had an option to look over my major moments from 2013. So I looked.

There they were!

 Graduated with my Master's Degree. Got engaged. Got married. Started working as an SLP. All in one year.

Actually, if you want to get technical (you know I do), it was all within six months.

It's interesting, because for about two or three years prior, I felt kind of stuck.

Grad school seemed like it would never get here, and when it did, it seemed like it would last forever.

I knew I'd work as an SLP someday, but it was so far off, it didn't seem like it was a reality.

Getting married sounded great, but it was hard to imagine a relationship getting to that point, because none of them ever had before.

I didn't feel pessimistic, it was just hard to imagine things ever being different.

But, I'm learning, change always comes. And it can happen very quickly.

Some changes are good, some are difficult. Some are unexpected-in fact, I think the only thing we can expect in life is a few curveballs.

But that's the crazy part.

In the blink of an eye, things can happen.

Life can always surprise you,

no matter how old you are, no matter what has or hasn't happened up to that point.

This year, I hit some pretty significant milestones within a few months of each other.

It makes me wonder: what else is left?

Anything. Everything.

 That's the best part.



Lately

I've been meaning to write for a couple of weeks, but nothing ever seemed interesting enough to write about.

I've been working on my "To-Do" list a bit. I've read two and a half books so far, one of them being a re-read of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This prompted a lot of terrible British accent attempts from Colt in a valiant effort to make fun of me.

I can't be too upset though. He thinks wizards play "Quibbage."
He's such a Muggle.

I also just received a new book called "House Rules" as an early birthday present. I've heard good things and it seems really interesting-it's about a kid with Asperger's who is obsessed with forensic analysis, until he himself is charged with murder. 

It has suspense, a kid on the Spectrum, and it raises awareness about a syndrome that is often misunderstood; what's not to love?

I've already read the first few pages.

I have a habit of reading multiple books at once. 

My mom also offered to buy Colt and I a really nice camera for a combined birthday and Christmas Present! 

 I can't wait to start learning how to use it.
Although...

Photography is kind of hard. 

How hard could it be to take pretty pictures and video, you ask? 

If you are tech-illiterate, like me, pretty hard.

So wish me luck on my new hobby. 

My mom, dad, and grandparents drove up to Utah to spend Thanksgiving Weekend with my sister and I.

We had Thanksgiving with my aunt and all of my cousins and their families. We also exchanged a pair of ripped jeans on Black Friday (throughout which Colt and I CONSISTENTLY scored front row parking stalls all day-which never happens on normal days), saw two movies (The Saratov Approach and The Book Thief), and went and saw the beautiful lights at Temple Square.

It's been such a fun few weeks. Only two more weeks and a birthday until Christmas Break!

Will we make it? Stay tuned to find out...

Remember When...

A couple of years ago, I used to spend my Sunday afternoons eagerly anticipating *Ward Prayer. 

Not necessarily because I was a huge fan of the activity itself...but because there was a chance I'd get to see this super cute guy in my ward. I was always so happy when he came, and more than a little disappointed when he wasn't there.

Now, I get to spend every Sunday with him. 

I'm pretty lucky.

*Ward Prayer: a weekly activity for LDS Young Single Adult wards, in which they gather together for a spiritual thought and some socializin' on Sunday evenings.

'Tis the Season

Don't worry, folks. They aren't Christmas lights. Not until December 1st, anyways. 

Until then, they are Seasonal Lights. And I love them.

Special shout out to the magic-maker, Mr. Plessman. Good job, babe!

*Note the pumpkin blanket on the couch in the first picture. Juxtaposition. We're all about that over here.

He's Better Than Me

Colt's been sick recently.

Instead of being a nice wife and taking good care of him, I've been condescendingly teasing him about his "man-cold."

You know. The colds that men get that put them out of commission for at least a week, but when women have the same thing, they're still completely functional.

The kind that have them slouching around the house calling after you:

"Babe...I'm sick..."

I'm the meanest.

Anyways, last night the poor boy woke up at four in the morning with a coughing fit that wouldn't stop. He ended up sleeping on the couch so he wouldn't keep me awake, since I had to leave for work by 7:00 a.m.

Instead of getting up and helping him out, this morning I stormed around the house because I was grumpy about having to go to work when it was still dark outside. And because we've been super busy lately, and I was tired.

And because I didn't have enough time to eat breakfast.

Or do my hair.

Or dry my underclothing completely.

Or make lunch.

And I had to run over to my other school to get supplies before going to the Jr. High.
I'm also catching Colt's cold.
And the car was very low on gas, and I did not have time to stop and get any before work. I crossed my fingers for the entire 20 minute drive (I made it).

Ugh. Life is just so lame sometimes, you know?

Nobody should have to leave the house on a cold morning wearing slightly damp underclothing.

Anyways, Colt decided to get a little extra sleep and go into work late, so maybe I was a little bit jealous. His job allows him to actually be a human being and occasionally get sick without consequence. My job requires that I make up every second that I miss. Being sick is not allowed.

Colt texted after I left to make sure I was ok, and I went ahead and whined to my sick husband about why I was such an uncompassionate grump this morning.

Two and a half hours later...

 Colton shows up at my work with a lunch, some medicine, cough drops, a sweet note, and a big hug.  

Colt is such a good person.
I don't mean to brag. I just honestly don't know very many people like him. He's one of a kind. 

Sometimes, I feel a little sad for all the years that I didn't know him.

Mean Sleeper

I like to think that I'm a nice person.

I smile at strangers. Babies like me. All that.

When I'm awake, I think I'm a pretty pleasant person overall.

However:
All of this changes when I'm in that weird state between wakefulness and sleep.

Case in point: I've just been informed that Colt woke up in the middle of the night because he was cold, and I had all the blankets. So he pulled the sheet over. As soon as he did so, I said "NO!"

And pulled the sheet back.

I don't have any recollection of this, but honestly, it's not hard for me to believe.

Similar situations have arisen in the past.

I'm not a nice person when I'm sleepy.

Halloween, Denver Style

We visited the pumpkin patch today. After, we came home, made some hot chocolate, and carved this baby.

Go Broncos!

Now, back to Prison Break.