Closing

Tomorrow is the big day.
I mean the big day.
Are you excited?
Because I am.

Life is changing.
It's good.
I'm also changing blogs.

Have no fear though!
The new one is better.
Wanna still follow me?

Go to jandtadventures.blogspot.com.
You'll get to hear about me AND Tyler.
So much better.

The Gobbledygook blog is officially closed...

Taste the Rainbow

March is supposed to be the luckiest month of the year, right? It's supposed to be full of rainbows and pots of gold at the end of those rainbows. It's where you catch leprechaun's and get a wish come true. It's where you watch the Gnomemobile (total old school movie) and Darby O'Gill and the Little People and get pinched if you don' wear green.

This month is going to be lucky. It's also going to be full of a lot of different changes. I started student teaching today. In the 1st grade. And it was awesome. My mentor teacher seems to have the same personality that I do and I am certain that I will learn so much from her, hopefully I can be a sponge and just soak it all in. I also get married in 16 days. That is almost exactly 2 weeks. It makes me happy. Excited. Antsy. And probably every other happy and nervous emotion out there. And you want to know where I'm going on our honeymoon? Me too. T has an extremely amazing weekend trip planned for us, which will remain a surprise until March 19th. I love surprises, I just really hate waiting for them...

That's the update for this month. If you don't hear from me for a while, you'll now know why. My life is crazy and I love it.

Bytheway... T and I will be combining our blogs to a new site in just a couple of weeks.

Excited for the month of March? Yeah, me too.

Precious... My Precious

So I'm not as possessive as a certain Lord of the Rings character, but it is beautiful...

Today I looked down at my finger. My left hand ring finger to be exact. Guess what was on it? A ring! A beautiful sparkling ring. And then it hit me. I'm getting married. It's the big "M" word that I was fine with everyone else saying until I started saying it. It didn't come according to my perfect plan. The one that said I shouldn't have found Tyler until I was 24, graduated, and off of my mission. The one that Tyler interrupted the moment he entered my life. I'm sure Heavenly Father got a good laugh interrupting my life.

I should really be used to introducing Tyler as my fiance by now-but I'm not. I should be used to handing out invites and looking dowan and seeing that my last name is about to change. For heaven's sake, I should be used to a big shiny rock on my finger! But I'm not. When I said, "Yes" (it actually went more like... "What? You're asking now? I mean Yes! Yeah! Of course!") to the love of my life, I decided to never be single again. I promised him my life. I promised him eternity.

That's a lot of promises. A lot of responsibility. But you know what? The biggest decision of my life turned out to be one of the most easy ones of my life. "Yes," came naturally.

I found him, fell in love with him, and now I'm marrying him. Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming and that I'll wake up and it won't be true. But guess what?

The ring says it all. It's proof. The circle means eternity. I'm getting married. 18 days.

Love at First Sight

So no... I'm not talking about Tyler again. Although it pretty much was love at first sight with him too. But today I'm talking about these bad boys!...

Do you see these books?! I mean really look at them! Are they not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?! They have all of the classics bound like this! How could anyone see them and not just love them? Because I saw them at first glance and fell in love with them. So go here to see them. Buy them.


Just so you know... I'm getting married in 22 days. My birthday is in April. It's even on Easter. That's 3 celebrations in the next month or so. Maybe I'll get lucky and get one of these for every celebration? Wouldn't a couple of these look so wonderful in an Easter basket on Easter morning on my birthday?

I sure think so. You should too.

Growing Old

He looked old tonight. Sad even. Maybe a better word is reminiscent. His face was drawn together in concentration as my beautiful cousin-in-law played her french horn during her final recital at BYU. He held my hand during some of it. I watched as he tapped his pointer finger on the armrest of his chair to the beat of the music playing-just like he used to do when I was little when we would listen to classical music. Those were some of my favorite days when I could sit on his lap and play Pipe Dream on his computer or Chess while he taught me the classics of Mozart, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, and Beethoven. During the entire concert I could see how his face conveyed his desire to be back in the band room directing an entire class of eager students to learn their instruments in hand. I could picture his arms directing an orchestra concert and helping his students become better. I wish I could help him relive those days. I wish that he didn't have to get so old. Because today, I finally realized how old he has gotten. How every moment I get to spend with him, how every hug and kiss should be treasured and cherished. It's his birthday at the beginning of March. Another year older and much wiser too.

I love you Grandpa.

Blessings of Love

After listening to Jon and Karen Bytheway's book on Tape- What We Wish We Had Known Before We Were Married...
Me: So how do you put the toilet paper roll on?
T: Over the top so it falls down the front. How do you do it?
Me: Behind so it comes through the bottom. Why do you do it that way?
T (with a mischievous look in his eye): Because then you can HIT it!

This conversation has nothing to do with the post of the day. It was just hilarious. I'm so glad I'm marrying a man who turns into an adorable little boy at times. Seriously, who puts the toilet paper roll on the dispenser just so they can hit it if they get the urge? I'll admit, I just HAVE to put the toilet paper on like this from now on. It makes me smile.

It's Love week. I used to be indifferent to love week and Valentines Day. But ever since last year where I had the best Valentines Day ever, my idea of everything referring to love has changed. I love, Love! Especially when it comes to loving T. I've never had a more easy time loving someone. My bishop doesn't believe in soulmates, but you know what he has said? That you make whoever you marry become your soulmate. Guess what? T is very much on his way of becoming mine. He's the most remarkable man I've ever met. And you know what he's up to these days? He's working on becoming my dream man. I'm sorry to tell him, but no matter what he does, he will always be my dream man. In every aspect and in every way.

Wanna hear the best love story ever? (*Caution-I do have a bit of bias towards this one*) Click here to hear about one of the best days of my life. You'll get to read about the man that made me fall in love with him from the very beginning. The one that I'm marrying in 37 days, 15 hours, and 31 minutes.

Lucky Lucky Lucky me!

Food

Me: "Guess what I got you for Dinner?" (handing him the brown paper sack)
Him: Sniff. "Racherito's?!"
Me: "Yep!"

You probably think this is a dull conversation, don't you? The thing is, you weren't there to see him go wide eyed and see his incredibly attractive white smile spread across his face. Yet another reason I'm marrying him. He loves the simple things in life like good Mexican Food.

P.S. Home Depot=Good-looking men. Ok, well, just one in particular. But I may have a bias.

Limbo

T works almost every weekday and I loathe it. I detest sitting on the couch without some to sit on my feet to keep them warm. I hate not having someone to talk to when I need a break from my studies. I highly dislike the fact that I did dishes after dinner and didn't have someone come behind me and put their arms around me and tell me that they loved me. So sue me. I'm in love and I hate being by myself without the love of my life. Being engaged stinks. Whoever said it was awesome needs to get their head checked. Limbo between singledom and marriage stinks.

I love life though! I'm getting married in 6 weeks and 3 days. :)

Rotten Luck

Today I forgot the 'L' in my BLT sandwich. So now I have a BT sandwich.

Somehow it's just not the same without the Lettuce perfectly situated in between the B and the T.

And the Vote Is...

Sometimes there are things in life that are just not fun.

-Going to the doctor is one of them.
-The last month and a half of an engagement is another one.
-And eating cauliflower is another.
-I'll add doing lesson plans, voicethreads for my tech class, and doing homework all night as another cumulative reason why life isn't fun.

But guess what is fun?!

-Playing with Mr. and Mrs. Potato head (don't judge...)
-Snuggling with T.
-Picking out what engagement pictures to use for the wedding.
-Getting excited to be married to T!

After doing my lists about what is and what is not fun, I've come to the consensus that...

Life is to be lived in moderation. Some of it is not supposed to be fun-it is for our own experience. So focus on the fun parts and endure the not so fun parts. They'll end in their own due time; might as well be optimistic about it!

B is for Box

I have to do a digital storybook for my tech class. I've chosen to do an ABC book about a box. Why a box you ask? Because T and I have these GIANT boxes in the apartment from when we moved T in this past weekend. There's gotta be a genius story idea that will use all of those boxes... maybe one about different professions and I'll get T to stuff himself into one of those giant boxes and pretend he's an astronaut? Or a racecar driver... maybe a chef... or even a robot?! Or maybe I'll do an ABC book about 26 different things you can do with a cardboard box. Can't be that hard to make up an ABC book, can it?

I just have to come up with it.

P.S. Moving was quite fun. Once we're officially moved in I'll post picts. of our new home. Less than 2 months and we'll both be moved in and married!

March 19th, 2010... here we come!

Apartment Signing

I know T already blogged about it, but I just can't help putting in my two cents also. It's official... T and I are the proud renters of the most perfect place to start a home! We got incredibly lucky to find a semi-large apartment (for the two of us at least) for an amazing deal! *sidenote- Props to my mom for finding the place for us. She's awesome. * Wanna know the best part about yesterday? It was seeing our names together for the first time on an official document. T and I couldn't stop smiling after we left that future home of ours. I get giddy just thinking about moving in. And yes. I used the word giddy. And I'm proud of it!

I'm really getting married. In less than 2 months.

Men Are That They Might Have Joy

I love this picture. Wanna know why? Because I think it shows the world that I really am marrying the best man on the face of this earth. One of the top qualities I've had on that ridiculous "What I Want in My Future Husband" list I made back when I was beehive was that I wanted him to make me laugh. Everyday. And guess what? T fills that requirement along with many many more on that list. He looks at me like I'm the most important thing in his entire life with that incredible look of love on his face. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've turned into one of those love-sick bloggers. Get used to it. It's going to be like this for the rest of my life. I think I'll even blog about it into the eternities. I'm sure the Celestial Kingdom will provide for some pretty exciting heavenly blogging times (how I'll go about doing that, I have no idea) full of love.

As I was talking to T last night, I realized something. I've changed. My entire life has changed over the past year that I have know T. I have been alive for 20 years and yet I have never ever been able to see such a change in my life.

I thought I knew what happiness was before I met T. I thought I knew who I was before I met him. I thought I knew what charity, love, and compassion were before I met him. Obviously not. I'm learning that what is important to T should be important to me. I've never had better communication with someone else in my entire life (which in itself is a giant feat for me). I enjoy listening to other people talk, but I feel like my thoughts aren't important sometimes. When I put my needs before someone else's, I feel selfish. I think that is inherent in most women. T has taught me that my thoughts, ideas, needs, are important and that he wants to hear them; just like I want to hear about every little detail he does everyday.

Everyday I ask myself, "What did I do to deserve such an incredible man?" Today I realized that everyday I should be asking myself,

What do I need to keep doing in order to deserve this incredible man?

Curveball.

For all of you who have never played baseball/softball, here's a little background for the blog post of the today (and let's be honest, a little ball lingo has never hurt anybody). A curveball is used to disrupt the opponent's timing. While it is a good pitch for doing so, it is also a dangerous pitch to throw. The increased topspin of the ball has the potential to gain tremendous backspin off of a batter's bat, giving it much added distance if well hit.

I have decided that life has thrown me a curveball. One that is definitely disrupting my timing at the moment. But wanna know a secret? Life doesn't realize that I'm ready and that backspin is going to hit my bat perfectly. Sorry life, but this is one girl who is going to hit your awful pitch out of the park. Do the math. That equals a HOME RUN. That's right life. In your face. There's nothing you can do to destroy my success. Oh, and I have quite a few coaches cheering me on from the sidelines. How can life even compete with that kind of resistance? How could I not succeed?!

Play ball!

LOVE

L is for the way you Look at me
O is for the Only one I see
V is Very Very Extraordinary
E is Even more than anyone that you can adore
and love, was made for you and me...

Meet the love of my life. Stop drooling ladies. He's mine. I give you permission to look though, it would be hard not to. Enjoy the scenery.

Bubblebath Kind of Day

You know how there are just those days where a bubblebath is needed?
It's not a want.
It's a need.

Today was one of those days.

Hangnail Ponderings

T pointed something out to me the other day. When I walk hand-in-hand with him I love to push him sideways until our arms are stretched out between us and then I pull him back towards me so I can bump into his side. Weird? Yeah, I know. But it makes T smile. It makes me smile. I like random things. I hate the white skin on oranges and have to peel it off before I can eat it. Better yet, I hate my food to be touching (i.e. the potatoes shouldn't touch the string beans unless I give them permission). Being sticky is one of my pet peeves. It's the worst. I love surprises, but I hate waiting for them. But you know what one of my favorite things in this whole entire world is? T's hugs. Best. Medicine. In. The. World.

Period.

Waterfalls Are Supposed to be Soothing

Dear Piano Player in the lecture room across from the JKB mailroom,

I can tell you are talented. I can tell that you like to play songs with a high tempo. I can tell that you are an orange personality and you want to show off your talent to everyone that passes you in the hallway. I can tell you have a lot of energy due to the incredible force in which you are exerting to pound those poor white keys to death. Is it because it is the first of the year and you are just so happy to be alive? Are you excited to be entering yet another semester at BYU? Did you just find out your teacher is not requiring a final in their class? Is it something of a more serious nature? Are you de-stressing over your girlfriend dumping you? Do you just need to breathe and let off some steam? Even if it is none of these things or all of the above, all I ask, all that I plead with you to do is to stop playing Jon Schmidt's Waterfall song over and over and over again. Broaden your selection. You are the 1,000,000th person to play it on BYU campus trying to "wow" us all. Play a different song or else you will have 10 digits less than what you have right now. A girl needs her sanity.

You're taking over mine.

Patience Is A Virtue

5 Weeks. 4 Days. I wish it were half that. Maybe even a fourth of that.

I hate waiting. I am not a patient person. Heavenly Father knows that. I guess waiting 5 weeks and 4 days to be sealed for time and all eternity isn't even a blink of the eye in the eternal scheme of things. Good thing both T and I have work and 16-17 credit hours at BYU to keep ourselves busy. Not to mention the invitations to be sent out, showers to go to, reception to get ironed out, pictures to be taken, recommends to get, and all of that other mumbo jumbo. Yes. We are crazy to get married in the middle of the semester. Our lives are more exciting than yours though. You want to be us.

Admit it.

Monsters Under the Bed

My sister used to tell me horror stories about monsters under the bed. The dark purple ones with scary green eyes and 8 legs that would come out from the deep abyss under my bed and latch onto me while I was in a deep slumber. Sometimes a green one-eyed monster would come visit the purple one and they would have a grand old time scratching under my bed or making my mattress creak and groan. I would stay awake for hours not daring to move a muscle due to my absolute terror of being eaten alive by the monster under the bed. My Dad had to plug in a night-light and promise me that no monster in their right mind would come out from under the bed and eat me while that light was on. I didn't believe him until he looked me in the eye, shook on it, and promised me that that tiny little light was watching out for me, he was watching out for me and so was my Heavenly Father. That sealed the deal for me. After that, I was able to sleep soundly.

I've been thinking a lot about that little night-light lately. I've been having a hard time sleeping. So many thoughts crowd my mind; wedding plans, lists up the wazoo, school, work, spiritual things I need to work on, and the whole mumbo jumbo of everyday life to figure out. I decided I needed another night light. Not an actual physical one, but one I can always count on to get me through my scary and rough times. And you know what? Tonight I finally realized I've had that other night light all along. One that will always be constant, will always be lit, and will never go away. T is my constant light in this world. He always fixes my fears, drives my doubts away, and makes me the happiest person in the world. No matter how grouchy, pessimistic, or doubtful I get, he is always there to pick me up and get me moving again. I have not only found the love of my life, but I have found the one person that will remain my constant light through every trial, tribulation, and dark moment in this life.

T is not the only night-light in my life. I have a loving Heavenly Father who provides light at any moment I need it. I have felt an increase of His love the past few days. It is a love that is precious and very dear to my heart. I am grateful that in His wisdom and knowledge, He sent me the most perfect man for me to live on this earth and into the eternities with.

Bring on the monsters, I've got my night-lights.