It's a Leap Year!

It's not very often that February 29th happens so I figured I should get a post up to commemorate the occasion. Except... I don't really know what to write about... So I'll tell you a joke.

What do you call a bear with no teeth? (answer at the end of this post, I just thought of something to say)

You know what I'm really excited about??

Johnny and I want to take a trip at the end of my semester and we want to go down to Utah to pay a visit to my sister from another mister, Selina. We just need to get our passport applications in and we should be good to go.

Selina suggested we go down to Zion National Park for a day or two to do some hiking because her boy-toy has a cabin down there. I went to Zion with my family a few years ago and it was so awesome, I just know Johnny will love it.

Here are some photos of what I'm looking forward to!

Isn't it gorgeous?? I am so excited! And now for the answer to my joke, what do you call a bear with no teeth?

A gummy bear. 

between the batches

before i get too deep into this entry, you should know - i'm eating cookie dough while i type; hence i type with one hand; hence the lack of capitals. also, i am baking cookies - be jealous.

want to know something stupid i did? of course you do, why else do you read my blog?

johnny went back to work yesterday, but before he left he had to go to ama to renew his car registration. since he was taking me to my parents' house, i came along to ama. as we were getting out of the car, johnny had to rummage in the glovebox to get his insurance out. as he rummaged he found my wallet in there and offered for me to take it. i declined because i didn't need it to accompany him to ama, so i told him i'd get it out of the car when we got to my parents' house.

guess what happened.

i never took my wallet out of the glovebox.

so it ended up travelling with johnny all the way to his sister's house where he stayed the night. his sister lives 6 hours away.

i had a minor panic attack when i realized what had happened. without my wallet, there are a lot of things i can't do. my debit card is in my wallet - without my debit card, i can't buy anything. my credit card is in my wallet too - without my credit card, i can't buy anything online. without my driver's license i can't drive or get into any clubs or bars (because i go there so often... not). without my school id i can't print any assignments or get into the gym. without my bus pass i can't get to school unless i borrow a vehicle from my parents' which i can't drive anyway because i don't have my license.

do you see the problem?

luckily, it's reading week so i don't have school. and i'm staying at my parents' house for a couple of days while they're in calgary. so really, this was the best time for me to have left my wallet in johnny's car. and now i won't do it again because i've learned my lesson.

so this morning johnny left the wallet at his sister's house and because she is an awesome sister-in-law, she sent it off right away. soon i will be reunited with my wallet and life will be peachy.

the end.

Love Vomit

I am so incredibly ineloquent it's ridiculous. I am so ineloquent it's like- like- gah! You know what I mean.

Feelings? I have them, but I suck at expressing them.

Today is our 6 month anniversary. I have a thing for celebrating halfway marks (like half birthdays - awesome!), so this is a big deal to me. I want to say all these cute things about us, but it's all getting so jumbled up in my brain it can't even come out right when I type it. This is why I'm a hand talker, folks. And sound effects? I thrive with those.

Anyway, just know that the past 6 months (or 3 if you count the amount of time he's actually been home) have been absolutely wonderful. Johnny treats me so well and I have love, love, loved the time we've had together. There have been times when I can't wait for us to have kids, or I can't wait for us to have our own house. But if I spend my time looking forward to what's going to happen, I'll miss out on the good times we're having now.

Who needs Valentine's Day when you've got a 6 month anniversary? (V-day was awesome by the way, I'll blog about it later)

News Flash

Has anyone watched the news lately? Have you noticed how it only ever talks about tragedies, disasters, politics and the weather with a small segment about how someone's dog saving their life.

I was watching the news tonight with my parents and I could only handle the depressing stories for 15 minutes before I walked out. I just wasn't in the mood for it.

So here is my response. A list of 10 awesome things off the top of my head. Ready, go:

10. Sneezing. Who doesn't love a good sneeze every once in a while? It always feels so rejuvenating. Unless you're sick and all you ever do is sneeze - then it gets old.

9. Fuzzy slippers, One of the ultimate symbols of comfort - these are great for a chilly day in the house.

8. Stuff that kids say. Whether you own them or not, they come up with the cutest things. Just watch the video. Precious.

7. A good hair day. Lately I've fallen into a rut of ponytails and french braids because I rarely have the time to tame my crazy curls, but every once in a while my hair decides to look good on it's own so I can leave it down. Thanks, hair!

6. Finding someone you know (and like) on the bus. Bus rides can be pretty awkward sometimes with the amount of weirdos characters you can find. But every once in a while there's an old friend there who you are generally happy to see and catch up with to make your bus ride a little more enjoyable.

5. Old couples who "still got it". My grandparents are the epitome of this one. It is the sweetest thing to see them my gramma tease my grampa only to turn around and give him a big hug and a poke to show she still loves him. And they still hold hands! Precious. That'll totally be me and Johnny in 50 years.

4. Having milk in the fridge when you've got a fresh batch of cookies. I just made a batch for my family, but when I brought it over they were out of milk! Talk about a let down!

3. Adjustment. Getting married and moving into a new family ward are some pretty big changes, but I think I'm starting to adjust. I feel like I'm making a place for myself at church and I feel like I'm learning to cope with Johnny's work schedule as a wife.

2. Princess and the Frog. Yes, the new one by Disney. I just absolutely love how Tiana and Naveen fall in love. Precious. And I'll tell you a secret - the song Ray sings about Evangeline melts my heart every time and I felt like Johnny saw me the way Ray sees Evangeline. I've always secretly hoped he'd sing that song for me. AND! Tiana and Naveen's love story reminds me of mine and Johnny's - like Tiana, I've got a lot of big dreams and Johnny only wants to help me make them come true. Gah, I could gush forever, but I won't.

1. Sundays. It's a day of rest where I get to go to church and feel the spirit and then hang out with family and have dinner with them. Two of the best things in life combine on Sunday. Awesome.

** I wonder how many of you will watch the videos I posted... 

because I gushed. =3
courtesy of: http://altaira7vn.deviantart.com/art/Ray-and-Evangeline-191448997 

Worried to death

Am I crazy?

While Johnny's gone we generally text all the time. Unless he's on night shift because he sleeps during the day so we only get to talk for a bit before he goes to bed and I go to school, and again in the evening when he wakes up and I'm having dinner. 

Anyway, sometimes I'll send him a text in the morning and then I won't hear from him for ages. There have been times where I don't hear a peep from him until the evening. When this happens there are equally probable 3 scenarios that could cause this:

a) He's busy at work. Let him do his job.

b) They're working in the middle of nowhere, so he probably doesn't have service.

c) He probably left his phone at the hotel again. 

Deep down I know everything's fine. I know I'm just being paranoid. Just because I'm his wife doesn't mean I need to know where he is at all times. But there is still always that tiny little nagging thought in the back of my head:

Or maybe he's dead.

I'm not crazy, am I?

So far every time there's a long text silence from him, the tiny voice in my head has been wrong - Johnny's never died. But of course, with my crazy imagination, every time I feel the tiny thought I always wonder just what would happen if I became a widow at 21. I've imagined it many different ways and every single one is the same: they all suck! 

I've tried not to worry about Johnny while he's at work, but it happens. I'm a wife now and worrying about my husband has become a part of my life. No wonder married women are so stressed out! Just wait til we throw kids in the mix... 

Sorry, wrong number

Okay, story time.

This is one of things that you'd totally read about in the embarrassing story sections of all the teen magazines you used to read. Except Johnny doesn't get embarrassed over anything. Oh and this story happened to Johnny. Not me. Cause I'd never make such a silly mistake (pfft, okay I might be lying).

Anyway, on to the story...

As you know, Johnny works out of town a lot. So we'll often start the day off right by sending a text to each other in the morning. You know just the standard, "I love you, have a good day <3 xoxo". But sometimes we'll get creative and come up with barfy pet names for each other like cuddle monkey, snuggle bear, pookie bean, etc. and throw those in there. Aaaand we may or may not have had an I-love-you war via text once. But you get the picture.

Well, this morning Johnny must have been feeling particularly barftastic because he sent me quite the barfalicious text. It was super cute and made me smile and giggle and all that girly stuff you see on the chick flicks. However, not only did he send the text to me, but he sent it to his boss as well. Have I mentioned that he works on the rigs?

So you can imagine the reaction. The boss bursts out laughing (luckily, Johnny was right there when he sent it - oops!) and shows it to all the other guys. Now they're all calling him "love monkey" over the radios and having a real hoot about it.

Of all the texts meant for me that he could have sent to his boss, it had to be this one. Don't get me wrong, it was totally cute. But to anyone else it's just funny.

The only story that might top that would be one where your best friend's wife accidentally sends you a text that reads, "I'm ovulating! You need to come home now!"

But I'll save that for another post ;)

I'm cute... Cause I'm Batman!

Does this not just melt your heart? When I saw this I immediately thought of mine husband because he loves batman. And I think he has a thing for pugs... I'm not sure. But I just had to share. If you wanna see more adorableness you should check out this website.

On a side note...

I don't know if you know this but it's February. And I live in Canada. Canada is generally pretty frozen in February, but today I went for a bike ride wearing a t-shirt and capris! It is gorgeous outside!

Tickets! Tickets, please!

I don’t know if everyone knows this, but I am a wanted criminal with Parking Lot Officers everywhere – particularly in the University parking lot. It usually happens when Johnny is home and I get to drive the car to school. I’m usually too lazy (or running too late) to park in the free parking spots that are a 10 minute walk from the school so I just park illegally in the school parking lot with a month-old Pay-n-Park pass displayed on the dashboard. Sometimes this tactic works... but more often than not it doesn’t. I bet I’ve paid over 100 dollars worth in parking ticket fines since last January.

This past week that Johnny was home I didn’t have to worry about parking because I got a ride with a friend to school on most of the days. But on Tuesday I was on my own for a ride and I asked Johnny to take me to school. He was still sleeping at the time so he groggily told me to drive myself. I explained to him that I didn’t want to worry about parking so he should just take me. Again, he told me to take myself. “I’ll get a ticket,” I told him. “No you won’t, now go.” He mumbled into the pillow.

Not wanting to waste anymore time arguing with him, I grabbed the keys and drove to school. I found a parking spot, adjusted the old Pay-n-Park pass and went to class. 2 and a half hours later I returned to find a lovely gift stuck to my windshield from the friendly Parking Officer. Yup, a ticket. Yesterday I went downtown to pay it off and I made a vow. I vowed to never get another parking ticket ever again. I’m going to be smart when I drive and I will plan ahead so I can park in the free spots far away from school.

With the internet as my witness, I swear that this past ticket will be my last or so help me.