I had an awesome conversation.
In a large public restroom.
During passing period.
I ran into an old visiting teacher, and, the lifelong visiting teacher that she is, she asked me how I was doing and how school and life and everything else were going.
She had a class she was going to be late to, so we nonchalantly took our conversation into the stalls.
As I was getting comfortable on my porcelain throne, I heard her familiar voice a few stalls over.
"Oh, and how are your wedding plans coming? Is there anything I can do to help? I know people sometimes just say that, but I'm being serious!!"
There were a few people in the stalls between us and the room was full of girls taking their break between classes, but for some reason these people weren't talking much to each other.
Which made it nice for my visiting teacher and me because our voices echoed around the room without us having to strain to hear each other.
"Oh you are too sweet!" I said, feeling like I maybe belonged in my favorite YouTube short (Ghost in the Stall). "I need to make another list, but I'll try take you up on that! I'm so glad we ran into each other!"
This was not the end of the conversation. We covered a delightful range of topics.
And to be perfectly honest, it just made my day.
And probably some other ladies' days, too.
Oh hey. We took our engagement pictures. Please go find a salty snack to enjoy while you sit in front of your computer and we stare into your souls. That's a good activity.
In a large public restroom.
During passing period.
I ran into an old visiting teacher, and, the lifelong visiting teacher that she is, she asked me how I was doing and how school and life and everything else were going.
She had a class she was going to be late to, so we nonchalantly took our conversation into the stalls.
As I was getting comfortable on my porcelain throne, I heard her familiar voice a few stalls over.
"Oh, and how are your wedding plans coming? Is there anything I can do to help? I know people sometimes just say that, but I'm being serious!!"
There were a few people in the stalls between us and the room was full of girls taking their break between classes, but for some reason these people weren't talking much to each other.
Which made it nice for my visiting teacher and me because our voices echoed around the room without us having to strain to hear each other.
"Oh you are too sweet!" I said, feeling like I maybe belonged in my favorite YouTube short (Ghost in the Stall). "I need to make another list, but I'll try take you up on that! I'm so glad we ran into each other!"
This was not the end of the conversation. We covered a delightful range of topics.
And to be perfectly honest, it just made my day.
And probably some other ladies' days, too.
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Oh hey. We took our engagement pictures. Please go find a salty snack to enjoy while you sit in front of your computer and we stare into your souls. That's a good activity.
Hello ladies!
My BFF Julie is throwing me a bridal shower sometime soonish (these are the time-terms I allow myself to use during engagement: soonish and longish. I cannot guarantee anything more or less specific these days).
Would you like to come?
It will be a fresh mesh of high-school homies, college co-horts, blimey-good bloggers,
way-back-when wardies, aaaaand the like.
Some of you were at my first bridal shower.
That was good times.
Don't feel obligated to come again if you don't wanna.
I love your faces either way.
But anyone who would like an invite, go ahead and let me know in the comments section.
I will inquire about your address over Facebook (if you don't want to release that info to the world-wide-blogosphere) and get it to Julie.
She will send you a jolly-good invite.
And we will have a crazy party full of food and laughter and ponies.
(probably . . . )
And I will blog about it.
That's all. You guys are cuuuute.
My BFF Julie is throwing me a bridal shower sometime soonish (these are the time-terms I allow myself to use during engagement: soonish and longish. I cannot guarantee anything more or less specific these days).
Would you like to come?
It will be a fresh mesh of high-school homies, college co-horts, blimey-good bloggers,
way-back-when wardies, aaaaand the like.
Some of you were at my first bridal shower.
That was good times.
Don't feel obligated to come again if you don't wanna.
I love your faces either way.
But anyone who would like an invite, go ahead and let me know in the comments section.
I will inquire about your address over Facebook (if you don't want to release that info to the world-wide-blogosphere) and get it to Julie.
She will send you a jolly-good invite.
And we will have a crazy party full of food and laughter and ponies.
(probably . . . )
And I will blog about it.
That's all. You guys are cuuuute.
The day started out great.
I went with Jared to his court appearance.
(Our school wants to prosecute him for trespassing in the library.)
(aka "studying too hard".)
Then we had hot chocolate and Reuben sandwiches at a down-home local cafe.
Where credit cards are not accepted.
And the customers who are not ancient cowboys have hooks for hands.
Then I slept for 2 hours.
Ignoring all homework and wedding planning.
And also my overflowing laundry hamper that has been there since April and smells like smoke.
We went to our fly-fishing class together (not a joke).
But while everyone else thought it would be great to fish in the pouring rain,
we thought it would better to discreetly kiss until they dispersed and then get out of there.
We drove further up the canyon and built a bonfire in the woods.
When we found an unopened coca-cola on the ground,
we took it as fate that we were at the right place. And we drank it.
Happy Tuesday.
Happy.
Tuesday.
Chris: Why doesn't anyone buy seeded watermelons anymore? Are they so lazy that they can't spit the seeds out?
Laura: I just swallow them.
Chris: Ya, but then a watermelon's going to grow in your stomach. And then you'll think you're pregnant. But it'll actually just be a watermelon. And then when you go to deliver, you'll deliver a watermelon. And the doctor will be like, "Oh, congratulations! It's a watermelon!"
Mom: [with seriousness] Laura, here's an idea. You should name all your daughters princess names.
Mom: Ok, I'll say it. The only thing that would make this campfire better would be if Jordan were here.
All Children: [simultaneously] No way.
Laura: He's a joy kill.
Tim: He'd just be like, "This is stupid. I want to go in the house and lay on the couch and listen to my music.
Chris: We're happier now that he's gone. Tell him not to come back.
Mom: . . . ok then!
(Don't worry, we're all obsessed with Jordan. We just know he'd be proud of us for responding that way.)
Lil' brudda, Tim, was in his German class (come on guys--it's a thing) when some boy accidentally translated the picture of the dog sitting by a speaker as, "The dog is in the speaker." To which lil' brudda responded out loud,
"So that's why the call it a subWOOFer!!"
Today I went hiking with my family up Grove Creek .
I have no idea how this picture series happened,
but I have a headache.
And somehow I introduced this blog to this man just a week ago. Oops.
And somehow I introduced this blog to this man just a week ago. Oops.
Irony:
As I was mowing my front lawn, this classic came onto the shuffle.
I accidentally put it on repeat and listened to it until I finished mowing the lawn.
On accident.
-- My favorite color is blellow.
-- Chris, never take birth control pills. They will ruin your life and eat all the steak.
-- Good thing the fetal position is my favorite position
-- I have a great idea: let's feed pop rocks to squirrels in the wilderness. And then let's poke them with sticks.
Nobody ever talks about this part of planning a wedding. And for good reason. Here's to finding a pill that makes Laura less insane! And in the meantime, here's to Laura uttering several more blog-worthy utterances. Cheers.
I don't have time for this.
The point is,
I want to start blogging again.
It's going to be meager for a while.
But I'm going to do it.
At all.
No really.
Today I became physically ill because I worked and worried myself
into a stress-induced fever.
The birth-control side-effects don't really help with that, either.
(although they are a great excuse for satisfying any craving you could possibly create)
I want to start blogging again.
It's going to be meager for a while.
But I'm going to do it.
As a "welcome back to my blog" present to you,
here is a picture of a throne.
A good reason to take this picture would have been that I had packed away
all my mirrors on my last day at my apartment
and needed to see if the back of my head would be presentable
for my in-laws as we attended Jared's college graduation.
But I think I actually just wanted to document the location of
some of the most memorable moments of my 20th year of life.
. . . I'm back, home-slices.
I woke up this morning never having wanted to go to class less in my entire life.
Something about the combination between a pounding headache with no pain killers, senioritis putting me in a choke-hold a year too early, spring around the corner, and it being a Monday made me hit the snooze button an unnecessary number of times and lengthen my shower...many much minutes. Oh, and also being engaged. A lot of that behind my lackluster performance in school as of late.
But I did it. I put a sweatshirt on over my pajama top and pulled shoes over my fuzzy slipper-socks. I dragged myself to German class. I participated. I smiled.
Jared always walks me from German to my Doctrine and Covenants class. As we met halfway between I sat and told him, "Jared, I need an attitude adjustment. I'll go to my next class, but I already have my seat picked out in the back corner where I can sit and draw, because it's pointless to try to pay attention anymore. And I don't even like to draw!"
And good, academic, med-school-bound Jared said point-blank, "Then don't go. Let's just skip the rest of our classes today and go play."
Jared doesn't say that sentence. Ever. So I took him up on it. We paid his Mission President a visit (oooh, causeless rebels!), bought squirt guns and water balloons at the dollar store, had lunch at der Wienerschnitzel (I know--we would), and set out to play pranks. And learned that we should never play pranks.
My lil' brudder told us a few weeks back that if you eat two bananas really fast and then down a liter of Sprite, you'll start foaming uncontrollably at the mouth. So as any good children would do, we grabbed the supplies and set off to visit my dad at work. We envisioned a bunch of old men sitting around the break-room table, confusedly trying to suppress the foam falling from their faces.
The April Fools'-proof plan was to casually offer them all bananas and then ask if they'd help us with a project to see how fast they could each chug a can of Sprite. But we thought we'd try it out in the parking lot first, just to make sure it would work. Next thing we knew we were massaging our bloating bellies. There was some definite painful chemical-foam-reaction going on down in the stomach, but nothing out the mouth. Until even weirder things started happening and we started laughing and crying. Still no foam, though. Perhaps it was because we only ate one banana, though.
Luckily, Dad was the only one working through spring break in the office. We decided it wouldn't be funny to just get him, so we stayed a bit and then went home to force our food upon the plot-planting lil'brudder himself.
His eyes went wide as we walked in with our supplies, and he gasped, "Are you really going to do it?"
"No," we smirked, "you are."
To which he told us it was all a prank. He'd started looking up YouTube videos and discovered it was a all just a trick to get people to throw up.
Good thing we only ate one banana. The only people we pulled one on today were ourselves.
Married life is going to be full of lots of bomb-diggity baaaaad ideas.
As opposed to single life, which was only full of good ides...
It's always a good time.
Something about the combination between a pounding headache with no pain killers, senioritis putting me in a choke-hold a year too early, spring around the corner, and it being a Monday made me hit the snooze button an unnecessary number of times and lengthen my shower...many much minutes. Oh, and also being engaged. A lot of that behind my lackluster performance in school as of late.
But I did it. I put a sweatshirt on over my pajama top and pulled shoes over my fuzzy slipper-socks. I dragged myself to German class. I participated. I smiled.
Jared always walks me from German to my Doctrine and Covenants class. As we met halfway between I sat and told him, "Jared, I need an attitude adjustment. I'll go to my next class, but I already have my seat picked out in the back corner where I can sit and draw, because it's pointless to try to pay attention anymore. And I don't even like to draw!"
And good, academic, med-school-bound Jared said point-blank, "Then don't go. Let's just skip the rest of our classes today and go play."
Jared doesn't say that sentence. Ever. So I took him up on it. We paid his Mission President a visit (oooh, causeless rebels!), bought squirt guns and water balloons at the dollar store, had lunch at der Wienerschnitzel (I know--we would), and set out to play pranks. And learned that we should never play pranks.
My lil' brudder told us a few weeks back that if you eat two bananas really fast and then down a liter of Sprite, you'll start foaming uncontrollably at the mouth. So as any good children would do, we grabbed the supplies and set off to visit my dad at work. We envisioned a bunch of old men sitting around the break-room table, confusedly trying to suppress the foam falling from their faces.
The April Fools'-proof plan was to casually offer them all bananas and then ask if they'd help us with a project to see how fast they could each chug a can of Sprite. But we thought we'd try it out in the parking lot first, just to make sure it would work. Next thing we knew we were massaging our bloating bellies. There was some definite painful chemical-foam-reaction going on down in the stomach, but nothing out the mouth. Until even weirder things started happening and we started laughing and crying. Still no foam, though. Perhaps it was because we only ate one banana, though.
Luckily, Dad was the only one working through spring break in the office. We decided it wouldn't be funny to just get him, so we stayed a bit and then went home to force our food upon the plot-planting lil'brudder himself.
His eyes went wide as we walked in with our supplies, and he gasped, "Are you really going to do it?"
"No," we smirked, "you are."
To which he told us it was all a prank. He'd started looking up YouTube videos and discovered it was a all just a trick to get people to throw up.
Good thing we only ate one banana. The only people we pulled one on today were ourselves.
Married life is going to be full of lots of bomb-diggity baaaaad ideas.
As opposed to single life, which was only full of good ides...
It's always a good time.
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