Why Thursday Is Now My Favorite Day

Christmas is just around the corner.  I for one am so excited.  I am the type of person that gets more excited to give than receive, but I am not a good secret keeper.  Mike totally guessed what I was giving him already.  I'm pretty pissed. Usually Mike is the same way too.  I think I've guessed every single gift I've gotten for the past four years.  I think I'm like a detective or something, but the sad reality is that Mike sucks worse than I do at keeping secrets. 

BUT I have to give it to him.  This year he kept the secret the whole time.  For weeks Mike has been talking about this AMAZING thing he had planned, and finally Thursday arrived.  I won't lie anything Mike and I do together ends up to be a little eventful.  We drove up to Denver ( I almost drove us off a highway exit....we won't go there) and arrived at the HOTEL TEATRO!!!  oh dang.  We showed up in our jeans, baggy winter coats, and mike with his skater shoes.  We were a bit out of place to say the least.  THE KEYS HAD DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS TO OPERATE THEM!!!!  Yep that took us a couple of tries too.  Good thing is we did win over this tricky key.  GREAT SUCCESS!!

After spending way too much time watching movies in the tallest bed I've ever seen (If i started from the bathroom and ran and took a giant leap the thing would probably clothes line me) it was time to get ready for dinner.  Mike told me to dress SUPER FANCY.  So me and Alyssa went shopping and got this super cute pink dress, and silver glitter platform 4 inch heels.  I looked pretty good if I do say so myself.  Mike looked pretty dashing in his matching tie as well.  So we walked into Kevin Taylor.  We were maybe one of eight people in there.  So there was no missing the fact that Mike and I were amazingly, utterly, and absolutely over dressed.  Our waiter actually asked us if we wanted bottled or tap water. We kept it at our level and went for the tap.  One delicious meal later, we were ready to return to normal.

Up in the room we wore our robes that cost $85 to take home .... oh no thanks we'll just wear them around the room.  Mike then ordered a bottle of wine and made a bath.  Yeah he's quite the man.   When he came back out he said he had one more surprise.  I'm thinking maybe like rose petals in the tub or something.  So he blind folded me and lead me to the bathroom.  When I took off the blindfold, there he was on one knee holding a ring and asked me to marry him.  So rehearsing this in my mind for the past we'll say 4 YEARS I thought I'd be all calm and collected.  I thought I'd go with a "duh" or a "no" (walk out of the room and come back in and say "just kidding".  But i wasn't calm, nor cool, or collected.  I don't think I've ever had tears come out so fast. I cried like a baby.  I didn't even say yes.  I just stood there crying and nodding my head yes.  Yes that's right, I do have a sensitive side. So yes officially I am engaged to the best boyfriend.... I mean fiance' (said in a french accent) in the entire world.

Now this isn't a yay me post.  Its just the beginning to long journey to marrying my best friend.

One of Those Summers!

I'd like to get on here and tell you all that my summer as a 21 year old, college student has been all drinking, clubs, camping, and Kodak moments, but its has been far from.  This has been the summer where I've had to toss out the idea of having the "time of my life" in college.  Now I'm needing to focus new bills, getting through college, and finding myself as an actual adult.

  I decided to enroll myself into TWO online classes. I'm on the 5 year college plan.  Leaving college in 4 years is like leaving the party at 10, right?  One being some health science class in which my final included the question; "is it good for you to be physically active?"  A real brain squeezer right? AND then I'm also currently taking a college trigonometry.  Bad, BAD idea.   Apparently some where way back in my mind there was something telling me. "Oh hey, since you sucked trig up so bad in algebra you'll do awesome taking an accelerated course on it." Needless to say I have been struggling a bit.  I'm currently about a week away from my final.  I have never needed a tutor. EVER.  I was the kid who got A's and 4.0's.  I was the sucker that got roped into doing a book report during the summer "for fun".  So when I go on Craig's list to find a tutor, I had to come to terms with myself.  I said; "alright self, let's think about this.  Obviously your not as smart as you think you are.  Getting a tutor isn't the worst thing in the world.  Getting a tutor doesn't mean you stupid. Right?"

The day came.  I was going to be in public getting tutored. YUCK.  Let's by pass the fact that this man could have been the Craig's list killer tutor.  I had my bases covered.  So I sat there for two hours screwing up basic math, getting frustrated, and feeling like an idiot.  But somewhere things turned around, and I realized I'd be more embarrassed to fail the class and having to take it again.  So I feel somewhat decent now.

Somewhere In this whole summer I've also taken on a lot more work.  I feel pushed, pulled, squeezed, and stuffed in so many directions.  I'm feeling like I barely have enough time in the day to just function.  I get nothing done. At the end of the night, I count of my fingers how many things I need to get done tomorrow.  I make to do lists almost every 3 days.  I'm that girl, in the library every Tuesday cleaning out my purse... loudly. 

I signed up for a gym membership, while simultaneously ending my tanning membership.  My car screeches when I turn it on, lock the doors, or even just step into the POS.  I carry a dance bag, a purse, and a back pack almost all times.  I talk loudly on my cell phone in public places.  I'm that girl. 
The one barely holding everything together.  Barely holding school, work, family, friends, and life together.  But that's the whole point right.  Even if I barely accomplish anything, I've still gotten it done.  It may have been the slowest most painfull body drag to the finish line, but I got there in the end.  That's me the hot mess in your local library, Starbucks, or grocery store.  I struggle, I'm sure just like everyone else my age, but I'm keeping it together.