I'm happy. Really really happy.


So apparently I'm one of THOSE girls now. Who gets married and abandons her blog. In my defense, other than getting married (which I'm not quite ready to post about because it's going to either be two lines, or two pages long), I haven't been up to much.  Nor has anything really exciting happened to me.

Oh, here's some stuff. I made dinner now. Like, real dinner. Well, in my slow cooker. But I make it and we come home and we eat it. And we're not dead yet, so I must be doing something right.

I have some other news, but because I'm foreign, it's taking longer to work out the official-ness of it all. So I'm going to hold off on sharing those things until they are solidified. Because it makes me feel better that way.

Also, watch The Big Bang Theory. It's ridiculous.

The Move, Part I

As much as I love Luke, and as I'm so excited for our place that can't be mandated by BYU, I really hate moving. I'm not very good at packing. And leaving always makes me sad. 

I started already. My walls are looking barer. My shelves are halfway emptied. I really liked this room. It was small, and usually too full of my things. But it's been nice. I'll be sad to see it go.

Is it weird that I wish I'd taken more pictures of it before I started taking it apart?

18 Kids and Counting

I don't have 18 kids. But it's another number for the countdown! 

Which, by the way, totally ends this month...

Maybe panicking a little. I mean, forever is a long time to be with someone. 

Here's what we did today: 
9am - went over to our apartment. He mowed the lawn while I cleaned some of the kitchen cupboards. 
10am - breakfast at my apartment, and a mid-morning nap. 
1pm- he takes a test, I clock in to work.