Today is officially the first day of Fall!

I miss Mark throwing rocks at my window every day.
It was cute, romantic. It made me happy.

Sometimes I miss the excitement of dating.
But being married is so much better because you never have to say goodbye 🙂

This week has been rough. *I apologize in advanced for the rant I’m about to go on. I just need to let it out.

Work has been beyond crazy. Usually I welcome lots of work to keep me busy and make my days go by faster, but the work that has come in this week was nothing short of hectic. 20+ offers to write up and send over to buyer to get signatures, only for him to tell me that his name is spelled wrong, thanks to my boss for not giving me a heads up. So I had to re-write them all and send them back over to him. Then, after we got the signatures, I had to send them over to the selling agencies, only for half of them to respond back saying they have already accepted an offer or the offers have to be submitted electronically…such a hassle. My boss has kept his nose out of the whole thing, leaving me to deal with it all.
It’s now Friday and I woke up with a massive head ache and stiff neck, probably from work and typing all day, looking at the computer and offers. I can’t keep anything straight, can’t remember what needs to be done for other clients or what has already been done, regardless of my numerous lists and check marks.
I terribly need a weekend, except I’m not looking forward to the weekend ahead. It’s going to be busy busy busy. Mark doesn’t get home from work until 8:30 tonight, cool Friday night by myself. Hiking Table Rock Saturday morning, which I am excited for, except for the fact that Mark wants to leave our apartment by 7:00 AM! I just love waking up super early on Saturdays {this looming fact has made me grumpy all week.} Then Sundays I have meetings up the wazoo, whatever that expression means. *Side note, I have come to the realization that I hate Sundays. They are suppose to be a day to feel the Spirit and think about our Savior. We are suppose to spend the day with our families and have family dinners. Except, all Sundays have been for me for the past few years is pointless meetings. We go to 3 hours of church meetings, then come home to grab a quick bite to eat, then have RS presidency meetings that end up being 2 hours instead of 45 minutes, then I have a RS activity meeting to plan our activity for October, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that people actually show up, they usually don’t so it’s me and one other girl that end up doing all the work. Then visiting teaching, that’s a whole other tangent. (don’t get me wrong, I understand the purpose, which is great to be there for each other, but in my experience VT has always been going over to someone’s house who doesn’t really want you there, just to try to be friends with someone who doesn’t want to be your friend…) Then by the time I’m done, its 8:00 and I still have to cook dinner and finally get to spend a couple hours with my husband, who all this time has been napping or lying on the couch sad because we never get to see each other. Can you tell Sunday’s are not my favorite?!

So that is my weekend. No rest. no relaxing. no dates with hubby. I know I have a bad attitude, but I can’t help it!  I need a 4 day weekend or something. I need a date to Olive Garden (with our gift card.) I need to sleep in past 7:45. I need to wear sweats and watch a movie.

So this morning I woke up and decided I wanted to wear a big comfy sweater with leggings and boots…only problem was I don’t have any light-weight baggy sweaters…but then I remembered, Mark does! I asked him if I could borrow one of his sweaters and confusingly he said yeah.

I got ready and as I dropped him off at school and got out of the car to walk around to the drivers seat, he looked at me and said “you look cute.”

I would have never guessed we would ever share clothes! Mark is 6’3″ and I’m 5’3″ but his sweaters are perfect for fall and are in style for girls right now! Marriage just keeps getting better every day 🙂

It breaks my heart when I hear stories of tiny helpless babies fighting for their life. I know there are so many and so many good causes to donate to, Alivia is a local baby here in Rexburg/Rigby.
Please help this local baby and her family.

Alivia is about 8 or 9 months old. Her parents are friends of my boss Ryan Lerwill. He is trying to raise money to help pay for her hospital bills and countless trips down to Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake. Alivia is on the liver transplant list and is waiting to receive a  new liver.

To donate via paypal go here. Every dollar helps.

After work yesterday Mark and I had to run to Walmart to pick up a few things {aka a hot glue gun and some felt, craft projects here I come!} It turned out to be a bad idea. All the freshman and their parents were at walmart getting school supplies and food. A couple hours later we drove up to the temple to attend a session and saw thousands of freshman on the upper fields doing some team bonding. {there are sooo many freshman this semester, this school is growing like crazy!}
Seeing all these freshman, I couldn’t help but reminisce back to my own freshman year. I was not excited to come to Idaho to go to school while all my friends were going to beautiful schools in California or Oregon. I was so nervous because I didn’t know anyone except for Shelly Russon, we were planning on living in the same hall, they ended up putting us in the same room, which was a nice surprise. One of our roommates never came so I got the whole room to myself, it was wonderful! As we pulled up to my dorm my heart was pounding so hard. My whole world was about to change. New home, new roommates, new friends, new me. I was nervous and excited at the same time.
I had met Mark a few weeks prior to coming up to college, I was dating his friend Brandon who I had known since 8th grade. Brandon introduced me and Mark because we were both going up to BYU-I. {long story-Mark’s gf didn’t like me and told Mark that he couldn’t hang out with me…good thing he didn’t listen to her :)}
The night our parents left, Mark texted me and asked if me and my roommates wanted to go over to his apartment to hang out with him and his roommates. Me, Shelly, and our roommate Shalee walked across campus and a couple blocks down to Mark’s apartment. The three of us were nervous and awkward and we all squished on one tiny little love seat and were sweating all night hahah!
That semester/year was full of break ups, getting back together, flirting, butterflies, tears, good friends, annoyances, eating in the galley, soft serve ice cream, ben and jerry’s ice cream, dance parties, roommate bonding….It changed my life. it changed who I am and who I would become. It lead me to marry Mark. It lead me to best friends. I loved that time. I want to go back and do it again, of course there are many things I would do differently but it all worked out for the best and blessed my life.

Thanks for the memories 🙂

We got some of the pictures from our SF photo shoot!
Thanks Wendy! Check out her work here

Best news I’ve heard all week!
Abby and her Cruiz are going to move into our apartment complex when they get married! Yes married friends! They are the best and I’m so excited to have them so close. I can already picture it now, Mark and Cruiz become best friends, me and abby hit the gym every day with our boys haha I’m so excited, I want them to get married now!
This may make it a little harder to leave come April.