Thursday, February 23, 2012

Valentines and dreams.

our view from our balcony! 

This past weekend was a dream. We spent our nights in the Little America Hotel tower suite, eating treats (an embarrassing $40 worth from Gourmandies), wearing our hotel robes, swimming in the pool and simmering in the hot tub. During the day we shopped, ate delicious food at new hole-in-the-wall places (the best kind), and laughed at the otters and penguins at the aquarium. Even though we were just in Salt Lake, it really felt like an escape and it was much needed. Ed is awesome for planning it and surprising me for Valentines Day.
Last week we looked at houses to buy because we know we will be staying here for the next two years, but no luck. It doesn’t look like it is possible to afford right now, so we will just keep draining our money spending $625 in rent for our crappy, basement apartment. Sure, we have spent over $20,000 in rent since being married, what’s another $20,000! Ughh. We did find the cutest house though with a huge yard in a great neighborhood. I totally saw us living there for a moment.
I had a terrible dream last night, I won’t even go into it. But I’m also having these reoccurring dreams of seeing and holding miniature animals. Like really small animals, fitting in the palm of my hand. So far, I’ve dreamed up (all miniature) a hot pink flamingo, a billy goat kicking it’s back legs up, a jaguar, a metallic horse, and moles poking their heads out of a meadow. They were all so tiny and in the dreams I am totally entranced and fascinated by them. It’s cool, I like those dream and I’m crossing my fingers that I have more of them. I also dreamed the other day that I finally confronted our neighbors about their rampant sexcapades three times a day, how they wake me up every morning at 6am, their obsession with cooking fish and stinking up the entire house, and chanting loudly while meditating. Oh gosh, if only that dream were real, but I don't have the guts, so I will just continue to curse obscenities at them from downstairs and knock on the vent when their porn making is getting too much for me to handle. Okay fine, they aren't making porn, but it's close. And disturbing.  
Anyway, I'm excited tomorrow is Friday. It looks like BYU is losing to Gonzaga right now, so I need to switch my attention to this game. By the way, the other night at Carrabba's I saw Abouo! Then the night got even better holding sweet Ellie and seeing my family. Alright, Goodnight!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

So I wrote this post yesterday and let's just say, it doesn't apply....I'M IN!

Well, I'm alive!
The past week has been by far one of the most anxiety-ridden weeks of my life and I'm glad that applying for grad school is almost over. Even if I don't get in, I'm glad it's over.
Yes, I survived the interview. It was sucky and I never want to do it again, but I think I did pretty well. I feel good about everything I've done for grad school up until this point, so I'm just telling myself that if I don't get in, they are just idiots. Just a warning, if I don't get in, I will be really embarrassed. Bottom line. Yeah Yeah, I got an interview. Yay. I can be proud of that for the rest of my life. But if I get rejected now, I don't know, I will probably just do a post with one line: My future dreams are ruined. And then I will sulk, trying to find a purpose in life for the next few months. It's not like I wouldn't finally move on and decide to do something else or reapply for next year or have a baby (ha! that's last on the list for sure), BUT I know I will be sad and I know I will feel like crap.
So in case that happens, I may ignore any consolations or praise. It may be best to just leave me alone. Actually maybe it's better to build me up, you know, think of any compliment you can give possibly give me and maybe I will feel better. Who knows.