What love is made of

One box of oreos

One block of cream cheese

One bag of melted (milk, semi sweet, or white) chocolate chips.



Seriously. Better than...any fulfillment you can get from anything else in the world.

How it works.

I am not sure how this stuff really works but I will tell you how it worked for this particular girl and boy.

Back in December this guy moved into an area where a girl, unknowingly, awaited his arrival. The guy wasn't supposed to move until April but he was determined to get there right away. Poor kid had no idea what was coming. The girl was really curious about this guy because he was roommates with a few of her good acquaintances and yet he never spoke to her. She figured he was intimidated.

The two of them finally talked and the guy wasted no time asking her on a date. The date was perfect...I mean like VIP tickets to a Jazz game perfect (and he didn't actually have to pay for them. Lucky ba.....boy) and they both left feeling good but unsure about the other person. Dates every other week or so followed along with brief conversations throughout the week here and there. They continued living their separate lives but once in a while allowed each other to experience a little piece of the other.

Toward the end of March the girl was really sure about what she wanted out of the next few months but none of it was working out and the boy was not included, the game was going on for too long and she didn't see that stopping so she quit playing. But after everything was not working out she got some counsel and was determined that she really does need to date this kid regardless of if he likes her or not. They will date.

So she told him they were going to go on a date that weekend. This girl is notorious for thinking she likes someone and then really not....so she was nervous that it was going to happen again. But it didn't, she seemed to like him more than ever. Crap.

Boy kisses girl. They talk more often and see each other more often....and then they don't.
The girl quits again and decides in about 5 minutes that she is done and tells the boy she is leaving for the summer.

The guy played it off pretty cool but apparently he was not happy about it. I guess he liked the girl more than he was willing to let off. Then the girl throws in another threat...she isn't coming back unless there is a lot of incentive (she is either really brilliant or really dumb and was potentially going to be stuck in the Midwest for a while, out of sheer stubborness). But that little bit is what got the ball rolling and before you know it the two of them are planning a future. A very good, permanent, future.


I'm curious to see if threats like this work on all boys....I might have to try this girls technique one day.

If I wasn't already smitten, I would be smitten.

Carpe Diem

"Don't get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life"

-Dolly Parton



In less than 4 weeks I will no longer have a job. I will move and I don't know where my next job will be. In 6 years there has not been a period in my life where I went without a job and where my job did not take precedence over just about everything else. I have been stable in my jobs and always enjoyed them. Two weeks ago when I stood in the giant building that I have spent more time in than out of, I turned off all the lights to close up and I stood there and looked at the giant building and thought I would feel sad or relieved that I am almost out. But I didn't. I stood there trying to feel anything and I couldn't. I felt nothing and that is when I knew that it is time for me to leave.

I have no idea where I will work next. I literally have no idea what happens next. I'm just going and all I know is that where I am going there is a lot of open land, a pool, and baseball.
The rest doesn't matter. And I am so happy about it.

misinterpretation

I'm sorry but was this not you that you were referring to? I mean, I thought it was apparent given the events of the last....few months.

Did I miss something? Because if I remember correctly since the first day we have talked all I've heard from you is how you always get screwed over for being so nice. And I said nice was good, I like nice. I did not screw you over for being nice. I praised you for being nice. I still talk to you because you are so.damn.nice.

Have we not been having the conversations I think we're having?

Because you're kinda...bein a jerk. So stop.
For the love stop stop stop stop stop!

One can only hope

The Current Whatever: "Well, congratulations"

Me: "For?"

The Current: "You're finally done dating jerks!"

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Are you fo real?

In the last little while I started to think that it was time for a change and I was sensing that change was near. I began to prepare myself and thought things like "I shouldn't buy a dresser because if we move then it's just one more giant piece of furniture to haul". I had stopped dating altogether because I was sick of my options and thought that maybe if I went to a new ward that I'd meet someone impressive. I've had these thoughts a lot in the last month.

When our landlords called last week and said that they want to move back in to our place (ok, their place) I wasn't surprised. I have grown very attached to this place but the time came where it was time to just move on. I started looking for places to live in Salt Lake and discovered how cheap studio apartments are and that most of them allow dogs (found the ideal low maintenance breed-and named her). For lack of a better way to describe my future-I'm totally amped.

New scene, new faces, finish program at school-new job, fresh start. It sounds so refreshing.

So while searching, pondering, and what have you, I had a very "I'll go where you want me to go. I'll do what you want me to do" attitude. I felt so right about all of it and every time I would talk about it I got excited. But as I pulled up to our house the other day I got a little choked up. I love it here and we allowed ourselves to be comfortable here, which is probably the first mistake. But it's been such a good, happy, life. But it obviously means that it's time for the next phase-given the occurrence of events in the last few days.

I can't begin to tell how many moments of "not my will" or asking to be led into someones life that really needs to me there, have occurred in the last week. I never felt any sense of unease about moving and I really felt like Salt Lake was the place.

Last night Megan calls me to tell me she just spoke to Jerry (landlord). They don't want to move back and they want us to stay here. Oh. Huh? Seriously? ok. What? Well...alright. For real? Each of those statements were followed by confusion, tears, laughter, and in n out.

I guess two years later this is still the place. Whatever the heck that means.