Bed Rest Adventures

So as you all know, i've been EXTREMELY sick all week... yesterday i woke up and felt ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!! so i was an idiot and WAAAAAY overdid myself.. so here i am, Sunday morning, without enough strength to get out of bed and cook me some food (although my stomach is CLEARLY telling me that i must do so SOON, or risk death.) I just got off a Skype call with Kat, we've skyped everyday now this week, i know i've said this before, but skype is the best invention EVER!!! and i am having a Skype date with Lauren a little later and we are having a craft night (via skype) so excited!

So i'm laying in bed skyping with Kat this morning, When Deezul walks in, and has that look in his eye like "WE HAVEN'T PLAYED IN FOREVER, AND YOU'RE THE MOST BORING MOM IN THE WOOOOORLD!!!" So i lured him onto the bed, and we began to have an intense wrestling match while on skype. he is so fricken smart! he likes to attack my feet under the covers, so i'll kick him over and over in the mouth (not HARD, just enough to get in his way and but the crap out of him) and he'll flip out, grab the blanket with his teeth and PULL so he can uncover my feet and get me back... we went at this for a good 15 minutes, then he began panting beyond control, so i told him to go get some water... and now he is PASSED OUT on the bed. man i should have been doing this all week! i forgot how exhausted he gets after playing for a while like that. and now that i'm feeling ALOT better (i think tomorrow i can give living in the real world another shot) i think i'll have to take him on a big long Walk. he needs it.

when they say that Dog is man's best friend, i THOUGHT i understood what they meant by that... but i think until you are the spouse of a deployed marine, you don't FULLY grasp it. anybody that really KNOWS me here, will tell you that they can't imagine me without Deezul. i take him everywhere. i'll be out to dinner with Steph or over at Sam's and say something about being excited to go home and snuggle with Dee. he's my baby boy, he's got more personality than i thought possible in a dog. he is spoiled, and i'll fully admit that. but he's also really well behaved... if only we could break the "jumping up" habit (i'm working on it i SWEAR!!!)

When i have to go long periods of time without talking to Rye, i think i would lose my mind if i didn't have him. Riley is afraid that Dee won't remember him when he gets home... Deezul whines and howls to Riley's ringtone... i have every confidence that those two will pick off where they left, Rye will see the amazing personality that has started to show in Dee... They'll become best friends, and until next deployment... i'll be the third wheel.... ya probably... we'll see.

Death Death, Misery and Despair

Ok, so i have no idea where this title comes from! i always assumed it was a famous line from something, but upon trying to "google" said phrase, it came up with NOTHING... so if any of you know what it's from, lemme know... cause now i'm a little curious.

Superbowl sunday i started feeling a tickle in my throat, in the morning when i chatted with Rye he mentioned that i sounded as though i was getting sick. I thought i might be... but was still at that point where your voice could just be scratchy from sleeping... well, it. wasn't. from. sleeping. here i am on FRIDAY at my worst! i have sounded like a man all week, but until yesterday i didn't really FEEL sick, i was sleepy and assumed my body wanted to sleep to get better so i did my best to sleep (alot)... but that wasn't enough i guess... yesterday i started getting the mucus cough, before it was just a scratchy cough, but yesterday it hit pretty hard and i was hacking up all sorts of crap. then last night at the "spouses round table meeting" i started feeling really warm towards the end, the door was open and there was a nice breeze and it wasn't hot outside cause the sun was already down. and after driving, picking up Steph and getting home, i realized i still felt hot, so i had Steph check my face (she's a medical assistant ya know :) ) and sure enough i wasn't making it up! i searched all over my bathroom for a thermometer but i couldn't find one, so i don't know my exact temperature... sorry.

i started getting light headed and having cold chills... and that was pretty much my night. i went to bed thinking that i had just been through the worst of it... and then i woke up.

for me to walk from my bed to the back door to let Deezul out (about 30 ft) i got so light headed i almost fell over TWICE. my chest is FILLED with mucus, and with EVERY cough it just comes right out. Marilyn has already informed me that if i'm not better by Monday she's forcing me to go to the doctor's... Now i've been a Marine wife for 14 months now... and i have NEVER been to a military doctor, i hear all these horror stories like "i was slicing tomatoes, when all of a sudden my LEG FELL OFF, so we rushed to the E.R. (military of course) and they made me sit in a corner on the FLOOR and wait for 13 hours, and THEN they told me that if i had been treated before 12 hours, that my leg would have been saved... but now i have this peg."

ya, makes you want to take your chances with some dayquil and God's plan. there are a few things i NEED to see our on base dr's about, but i just can't bring myself to do so.. i think i need someone to do it with me, so i am not sitting in an office for 2 days waiting for them to tell me that i'm retarded and shouldn't have come in in the first place.

but for now, i would settle for some puffs plus (with lotion) and some chicken noodle soup! (either the progresso, or the kind that costco makes and sells in the big container... or Steph could make me her homemade that she's been RAVING about... but she said it's a two day process... and i may be DEAD by the time she'd finish)

But i don't have a husband to take care of me, i can't sit and cry that i don't feel good while my head is in his lap (yes i am NOT making this up... every time I'm sick i usually start crying that i don't feel good... or when cramps come around, ya it's the same thing.) And i can't call any of "my boys" to bring me what i need, cause they are all with Rye... i kinda feel abandoned at this point. i know i still have the girls on base, but seriously, none of them have seen me at my most vulnerable... i'm a tough girl, and when it comes to crying and just needing someone to hold my head on their lap and let me cry... if i can't have Rye, i'd really like Lauren or Kat to be around. cause Deezul is useless... he's asleep and snoring right now.. oblivious to the fact that if i DIE, who will feed and spoil him... idiot puppy.

wow... reading over this post... THIS is the passion i've been missing from my blog lately.. i think a sliver of zombie Sav has emerged over the past few months, and while i'm handling this deployment like a CHAMP, i am still a little distant... probably for fear of having too much passion for anything i might break down and have to rebuild from SCRATCH. either way, i'll feel better in a few days.. in just enough time to celebrate another deployment milestone :)

So Remember that time i turned 23?!

ok so this post was originally written at 11pm on my birthday, but i fell asleep right before hitting the post button... so here it is :) a few days late.


Ok, so it is still my birthday for 1 more hour... crazy thing is... in one hour, i will have been awake for over 20 of the 24 hours of my birthday.. ya, it's been a looooong day! So here's the rundown :)

Sunday 7pm- Steph gets off work
8pm- Almost to the Army base on the other side of the island to get my hair cut and colored.
Monday- 12:30- Steph realizes it's my birthday and tells me happy birthday!
1:15am- Rye calls, hoping to wake me from mid sleep to harass me about getting old :)
2:30-ish- hair is done, start shooting the breeze (ya, at 2:30 in the A.M.)
3:30- leave army base, head back home!
4:15- CRAWL into bed with Deezul and try to get a little sleep!
7:37 am- wake up and start cleaning the house..
7:37-11 am... - answer multiple "happy birthday calls"
noon-5:30 - ran around town trying to get everything i needed for my party.. then got stuck in traffic.

needless to say it was a HECTIC day, full of me yelling at stupid nimitz for having that HUGE center median throughout the entire city so you can only turn into business's on YOUR side of the road... i hate that road.

A bunch of girls showed up though and it was alot of fun! but by the time everyone left, i was MORE than ready to crash in my bed for a good long time!

Affair

I was chatting with Kat a few minutes ago, cause i just got her birthday/valentines box to me :) AMAZING! first of all! check out my valentine!

i had to unlatch the 3 red squiggly's

And it unfolded to this!

She put a pair of hand made earrings in each box for me!

I was SOOO impressed! and i LOVED it!

Anyway during the conversation i mentioned that i stayed up super late to paint my hallway last night, and was expressing my concerns about colors to her. And then i proceeded to tell her probably the best story of the day.

So the time is about 11:00p.m. i've been painting for a few hours now, i'm just about done, and getting ready to go rinse out my brushes. for the past 3 hours i've had my I-home in the hallway with me listening to the audio book of "I Am Number Four" (which by the way is pretty good so far) i have it up loud enough that i can hear the narrator without straining and trying to paint quietly, but it's not super loud! when my phone goes off with a text... from my upstairs neighbor.. reading as followed "I don't know WHO you have over, but could you tell him to keep it down"

How exactly was i supposed to respond to a text like that? "yes, i am having an affair with a man who has LITERALLY not shut up for the past 4 hours... hasn't even taken a breath!" or explain myself and SEE if she believes me? "oh i don't have a man in my apt, i'm listening to an audio book and painting." either way i laughed really hard. so i was talking to Kat about this, and i mentioned that IF i was to cheat on Riley i would be smart to find a man who sounds IDENTICAL to the man with the really deep voice on my audio book. we laughed about this, and then i mentioned that i will put facebook status's about going to the gym, some are like "Oh Gym, i haven't seen you in a while.. how bout tomorrow when the sun goes down" or "Oh Gym, our affair is hot and steamy, and i haven't been this sore in months." HAHA ok, they don't read EXACTLY like that.. but you get the point. well wouldn't it be sad and horrible if i really DID have an affair with a guy named Jim, but i didn't feel guilty because TECHNICALLY i wasn't keeping it a secret. we laughed about this...

The Kat told me she thinks i'm physically incapable of cheating.... ya, probably true. Even the THOUGHT of something like that makes me feel sick to my stomach. i would be the WORST woman in the world to have an affair with, cause i'd always talk about Rye, and how much fun we have. plus, thinking about breaking Riley's heart like that would ALONE be enough to keep me from doing that... so don't worry blog stalkers, my marriage is rock solid, even if my neighbor and some facebook friends may think otherwise :)

ACCOMPLISHED!

Just like my title suggests, i have actually accomplished something! WOOOO (and the crowds go wild for Sav!!!)

Before i continue on with this post, i just want to throw in here that i'm sitting on my couch with Deezul snuggling watching New Moon... and Edward just left and she's all in her little zombie mode.. The book totally makes me cry every time... but i really like how they portrayed it in the movie as well (much less craptastic than the first one)... except her screaming in her sleep is....awkward, and really who wakes up screaming in their sleep because they realize they are chasing "nothing"...

NOW BACK TO YOUR REGULAR PROGRAMMED BLOG!

So i don't know if i have posted about what i have named "Mold Bathroom"... pretty much, on base housing sucks. as my brother pointed out today on the phone, i am facing FAR more dangerous things than my amazing husband. In the housing we are living in, we not only have BLACK MOLD, we also have lead paint... i face death EVERY DAY while he is away, breathing in CLEAN AIR... just thought i'd point that out. anyway, i have tried EVERYTHING to make this mold go away, bleach, vinegar, special cleaners, the magic eraser... nothing works.. and it looks something like THIS!

Ignore my mess.... it's my ONLY bathroom.

ok, so it was REALLY gross and bad... so i mentioned to my awesome Father in Law that i was painting. He liked the idea and thought it would be good for me to do a project or something to keep busy (little does he know i have about 30 half done projects around the house :) ) He proceeded to tell me how i need to do the proper PREP work for this paint job, repeating the motto of "the key to a really good paint job, is a good prep job" convincing me to sand down the current crappy paint job and tape everything properly, unscrew all the rods from the wall... yadda yadda yadda... I told HIM that every time they paint these apt's they never do the proper prep job, so if i was to do that now, it wouldn't make a difference, because there are probably 18 layers of paint on the walls.. he didn't care and told me to do the proper work..

and THIS is when i'm glad i live across the ocean :) cause he had NO way to make sure i was doing it the "right" way. now i DID learn my lesson from my "chalkboard" paint project, so i KNEW that putting tape down was an absolute must. but i don't like the sound of sand paper, and i didn't feel like unscrewing the things from the wall.. so i did a "Sav version" of the prep... once again, i know that Riley will notice that i only painted behind the toilet as far as people will actually see, and there is paint in spots it shouldn't be, but EH, overall i was pretty proud.. here is SAV'S prep work.

Yes, i used Tin foil and tape to guard what i didn't want painted... i decided it looked like i was protecting my bathroom from an alien invasion... as long as they were they aliens from signs.

Steph stopped by after i had started painting the first wall and helped me finish the first coat of paint. took about an hour and a half or so... then the directions said wait 4 hours and paint a 2nd coat.... Steph had class and had to take off... and knowing me... i only waited a little over 3 hours and did the 2nd coat... finished it while listening to the audio book of "i am number 4"... decided to peel off the foil and tape, and guess what...

Steph was right and i am SO glad i decided to paint! i was planning on painting a long time ago, but just never did it. i am so excited to finish decorating it! here are the "after" pictures, but before decorating.

it kinda looks purple in the pictures, but it's a light blue. YAY!!! next up is the hallway :) and possibly my bedroom.

on a totally separate note, this morning as i headed inside from picking up Steph from her graveyard shift, i was walking down my few steps, and for some reason this spot on the wall caught my attention.

and closer up

That boy's and girls, is a mud print of my husbands muddy BUTT! buahaha, he had to PT in the mud and rain a way long time ago, and when he got home from PT (workout) i made him mostly undress outside since i had JUST mopped and swept... so he leaned against the wall to take off his boots and this spot was made. when i ran the hose through the living room and out my front door to wash it... the whole area flooded.. if you remember right! haha so after that i just kinda forgot about the spot... until today, and now i kinda want to leave it, i mean i remember that morning like it was last week, and i feel like it's one mess of Riley's i should be allowed to keep until he gets back. :)

Picture to Burn

My sister Brittany calls me everyday, it's something i can count on without a doubt. some days i am way to busy to talk, or she can only talk for like 2 minutes... but the conversation happens. i get all the family gossip, the gossip from her work.. and she hears some of my most random stories that no one else does, since Rye is gone. We didn't get along growing up... we were at each others THROATS. She once chased me around the house with a steak knife and told me she was going to kill me... ya, mom and dad didn't believe me when they got home.. she also turned the dryer on once when i was hiding in there for a high stakes game of hide and go seek. Pretty much almost died in order to win that game.

But when i REALLY needed her, she was always there...usually :) this may surprise you (HA) but i got dumped ALOT in high school. Shocked aren't you... HAHA. and more than once it was because i had "rules" and when i wouldn't bend on my moral standards, i had no value anymore... ya i could sure pick em :) There was this Boy that i met when i was 10, and had the BIGGEST crush on him... but so did about a billion other girls. and then i moved when i was 12, and i assumed that i would never again hear from this boy. For reasons i've never understood, he really liked me, and kept in touch with me. We e-mailed, talked on long distance phonecalls for HOURS(this was back in 2000 so before we all had cell phones) and we chatted on AIM. We kept up our normal lives, and we both had boyfriends/girlfriends, but it was understood that one day when we got old, we were going to get married and be together forever. i visited my hometown alot since my dad still lived close. so i saw him quite a bit, and we fell more and more in love. At the age of 14 everyone of my friends KNEW about "boy" and knew that we were completely in love, and we were one of those classic couples that would go down in history. my 8th grade year was normal, i was BOY CRAZY, with ALOT of boys in school, i still talked to "boy" he had lots of girlfriends too.. we were best friends during the year, and then resumed our romance during my summer visits. summer of 2002, we spent ALOT of time together and i was more and more convinced that we were perfect for eachother, never mind that he was hardcore punk, and i was "preppy" that i listened to backstreet boys and nsync, while he preferred screamed lyrics that made your ears bleed. or that he had no problems with weed and that sort of stuff, and i had been taught from a young age to SAY NO!... none of that mattered... cause i was 14 and knew EVERYTHING about love and life.

Then freshman year started, and with that i decided to start writing "our story" i spent HOURS writing down every detail from every moment we'd spent together, and most conversations down to a T. I even had my exact outfits recorded. i had two complete notebooks FILLED. I was SO proud of these, as i was planning on one day showing our children (now that i look back... it's kind of creepy sounding). Sometime during this year, the calls from "boy" started slowing down, when we did talk, he'd put alot of interest into the boys i was seeing, and i was Delusional enough to think that he was jealous, and was worried i was slipping away... not the case. the closer we got to my summer visit, the odder things got... we had an unspoken agreement that when the summers came, we belonged to each other.. not other people from school, we didn't date close to summer. my trip got closer and closer and he kept talking about "her". To make a long story short, i showed up and spent 2 weeks with my best childhood friend, having a BLAST, except for when "boy" was mentioned.. we didn't really speak after the first time we ran into each other and all he said was "HEY, I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER" and gave me an awkward hug... then introduced me to "her"... we didn't talk the rest of my trip until the night before i left, he asked if i could stop by his house the next morning, cause he had a present for me. And the way he spoke to me brought back every flood of memories, he hadn't talked to me like that in a LOONG time. i got up extra early and made sure i looked perfect. said goodbye to my best friend, and hopped in my sisters car. I had to ask if she would stop by "boy"'s house real quick, and it started a screaming match between us cause we had a 4 hour drive ahead of us. but she gave in, and said she would wait in the car and if i was longer than 10 minutes, she would leave me... (which didn't sound so bad if "boy" was still in love with me).. I knocked, his dad said he was back in his room, and i could head on back there. I opened his door, and immediately regretted it.. i had walked in on a PG-13 scene involving the boy i thought was going to be mine. i turned around to leave and he followed me out and acted like nothing happened... handed me a cd he made me, gave me a quick hug and said "see ya next summer". i walked down the stairs from his apt trying to keep it together, got in the jeep, apologized to my sister for the un-needed stop and told her to drive... FAST.

She wouldn't move the car until i explained what happened... but the way the day had gone i was expecting her to give me a big fat "well no duh he doesn't love you!!! look at you!!!" but she didn't, she listened to the entire story, and then pulled into the town's dairy queen and introduced me to my now favorite treat "arctic slush float" she put on her favorite break up cd (i think it was a cassette tape) of Alanis Morsette, and just let me cry for most of the 4 hour road trip.

I went back to Utah, and didn't want to tell anyone what had happened. i had been given the biggest form of rejection i could possibly imagine. I told them BITS of the story, but all they needed to know was that "boy" was gone, and i didn't want him to be brought up again. occasionally i would sit in Lauren's room and cry about how i would NEVER find anyone as perfect as him, and i was never going to be happy again... boy was i WRONG! i met Riley on a blind date that fall... that's where OUR story began, we didn't really start dating until the next summer and the more we dated, the more i realized that "boy" was a TERRIBLE match for me, he didn't really like anything about what made me, ME! i was constantly the butt of his jokes... where as with Riley we were ALWAYS laughing, but not AT each other, it was always WITH each other... something that was refreshing and amazing. i've never had to question if i was going to be with him forever, I met the love of my life when i was 15. and fell in love with him during my first summer romance with someone other than "stupid boy" if you read my blog, you know OUR story, so i won't write it all again. i'll link it HERE.

The point of this whole story is this. My sister is AMAZING, she's always there for me when i really need her, and i'm constantly trying to do the same for her. We may have hated each others guts, but i'm really grateful that she's my older sister. i know without a doubt that God knew what he was doing when he stuck the two of us together.


I had a really good friend Lincoln (who is now married to my amazing friend Tiffany, who i also grew up with). After the situation with "boy" he was one of the few people that knew everything, and so one night when i was moping around and whining to him, he walked down to my house from his up the hill. and convinced me to BURN every picture of "boy" and Me, as well as my notebooks.. took some convincing, but i grabbed my box full of CRAP, and headed to my back porch. It was one of the sweetest things a friend has ever done for me, he let me tell the story behind the pictures, and then he'd take the lighter and BAM it was gone! he convinced me that he wasn't worth being upset about.. secretly i think Lincoln was just a bit of a pyromaniac.

I've only seen "boy" once since the "incident"... i was briefly dating his best friend (he was a LOOONG time family friend, so it was less creepy!) anyway, it was awkward, and horrible, and i HATED every moment, needless to say i didn't date his friend for long... i went back to Utah for the very last time ever. and 3 weeks later i started going "steady" with Riley... and i've never once regretted it, or thought twice about the decision.

there are a billion experiences that have made me who i am today, into the wife of a Marine, the wife of a Grunt, The wife of my better half and soul mate. there are a billion things that have shaped him, and who he has become... Riley didn't have to learn lessons by dating and getting dumped.. i was his first and ONLY girlfriend... (other than a quick middle school romance). But being his only, i was ashamed of my past, and of the guys i had dated, and the fact that i HAD dated before him. i know it sounds like a stupid thing to be ashamed of, but i was. And he didn't really help this, because i think he hated the fact that i had ever dated before him more than i did. This past year though, i have decided to EMBRACE my past, because without it, and without all the mistakes i made, i probably wouldn't have been Ready to jump head first in with Rye.

I refuse to regret my past. Because i don't ever want to look back on 'Now' and regret it later. there is no point. I have the most AMAZING Husband, and in-law's. I love my older sister to death, and look forward to our daily chit-chat. I adore my 3 younger siblings, and can't believe how brilliant they all are. I have 2 parents who love me sooo much, and just want me to be happy. and i have the most wonderful stepmom who texts me at LEAST once a week. bottom line, i am one blessed girl. I'm glad it's February, but i don't regret January or December or any other month i've had to spend without my other half. because like "boy" they have shaped me into the woman i am becoming, and i'm pretty proud of the result.

I Love You so much Cute Bum, Stay Safe and come home to me... but above all else.

Look Unto Christ in Every Thought, Doubt Not Fear Not.

gettin jiggy wid it

So i should be starting the countdown to my birthday, but i'm having a hard time... yea... Mopey Sav has made an appearance. Not really though, i just am feeling BLA about turning 23, so i'm just going to avoid that subject for the time being.

Deezul just turned 9 months old, can you believe it?! It feels like just yesterday Riley decided we should actually buy the little guy, and i was up every 45 min during the night taking him outside to potty train. Everytime i get puppy-fever and want another one, i just remember potty training. Plus with him getting older, he's mellowed out ALOT, like right now, it's only noon, and he's passed out on the couch, not harassing me with tennis balls and toys... he'll do that tonight when it's time for bed :)

i've been doing alot more crafts, including the first craft i wanted to do since i moved here. i started it last night, i'm about halfway done, so watch out for pictures! however i do have a few other pictures of what i've been up to.

so this hideous thing i snagged at ross for like 5 or 6 bucks, i decided it would'nt be so bad if i covered the ugly pictures, and made it into a chalkboard for my kitchen, so thats what i did... by the way... hahaha ok this is kind of embarassing BUT when you go to paint black on something that is cream... don't get cocky with your non existent painting skills and decide that you don't need to tape... i'll put some pictures to show what it looks like... let's just say i'm too lazy to fix it, but it will be the FIRST thing Rye notices... so HE can fix it :)

Before... well after one thin coat of chalkboard paint

and here is the AFTER, i'm pretty proud of this by the way. so feel free to compliment it :)

AND AS PROMISED, here is the picture of my mess.... don't judge me.

Overall i LOVE it, and i just can't wait to hang a cute apron on the little hooks. i have alot of other stuff i'm working on, i'll put pictures up as soon as i finish.

sooo ya, this isn't too exciting of a post, but i really wanted to just purge these pictures on here and get it out of the way :)

Brave

I wish i was brave. i'm not. but i wish i was. Those people who have youtube channels of themselves singing.. THEY are brave... even those people that really SHOULDN'T have video's up... that takes an insane amount of courage. i mean it took alot for me to put up a few videos of me performing on facebook. and now i usually just stick to belting NSYNC in the car with my sibling's videos :)  i don't NEEEEEED to post videos, i just kind of wish i was brave enough to like i dunno... sing karaoke. i've only done it once, and that was with a few other girls at some little state fair, and we sang footloose, but it was a TINY karaoke booth so no one was even around and watching other than our friends. i've performed lots of times... but that's when people EXPECT you to be good... When Rye and I were on our Bahama cruise a few years ago, we sat in on the karaoke competition... and i REALLY wanted to go sign up... but i was too chicken. and Riley HATES karaoke... :) so we only stayed for like 3 songs and then left... and every time i mention going to like a karaoke club or bar or something.. (just for the karaoke of course) he shoots that idea down real quick. so maybe while he's gone i need to organize a girls night out for karaoke or something... or maybe...................... if he loves me ALOT, and after reading this realizes it's something i REALLY want to do.. maybe we'll get together with a bunch of the guys when they get back and go do karaoke.

Smooth Criminal

First things first... Steph asked me to clarify that she only sleeps half the day when she works graveyard... she didn't want all my blog readers to think she was simply lazy... now that i got that out of the way!

ON TO THE POST! p.s. i'm typing this post with wet fingernails... i don't know why i feel the need to tell you this since i'll fix any typo-s and you all don't care how long it takes me to type this.... but now you know.

I don't really know what i'm planning on posting about... not that it's rare for me to post without something in mind... hopefully i'll think of something...

Riley is doing well, he's bored and in his words he "feels like a caged Lion" which sucks for him, but helps me sleep at night to know he's bored :) RATHER YOU BE BORED THAN BE MISSING A THUMB! All the boys seem to be doing good as well. Alot of them have SOOO many deep rooted issues, and i just want to be the "sister" and let them get it all off their chests, cause alot of them honestly feel like they are terrible people. But i know that they feel odd talking to me about all of this, they see me as the person i have become in the last year (A Mormon girl who tries as HARD as possible to follow the principals of our religion) i wasn't always that girl, i made plenty of mistakes. i joke around that Riley is this PERFECT guy, and i'm extremely flawed... but when it comes down to it, thats not too far from the truth. I know he has his flaws... we all know about the gold wrappers, and the fast food cups in the sink... when he gets stressed out, he snaps at me (but i've learned this and don't say ANYTHING back to his remarks... and within the hour he appologizes for snapping, and i win that argument without EVER engaging in it) he called me his mom once... it took ALOT for me to keep my mouth shut on that one... but i'm glad i did :) he forces me to go biking, when it's not something i genuinely enjoy(try as i might!) and when i really want something, he usually responds with "we'll see" which 99% of the time means no... but those are TINY flaws... even though they sure as heck feel like HUGE ones when i want to rip his throat out :)

mine are far deeper than that. I've done things i'm not proud of, but i'm not ashamed of my past.. it made me into the girl i am today.

I have a new addiction to shopping.. KAT, you've created a MONSTER!!! until last year when Riley was at bootcamp, i'll be the first to admit, i really didn't have a sense of fashion... i mean i just wore jeans and t-shirts, that was about it, and the Kat helped me evolve into the money spending monster i've become. When i quit biting my nails, i would paint them almost daily with all the awesome nail polish Kat had in her collection. then we were pulled apart and i was forced to get my OWN nail polish. i didn't want just the wet n' wild, cause that stuff doesn't work as well, look as nice, and it dries up on me way too fast! So i was in a predicament cause i didn't want to spend $5-$8 a bottle... Riley however didn't see a problem with that and bought me my first bottle of Sally Hansen's HD nail polish.. it's smurf blue, and i don't wear it all that often... but i fell in LOOOOVE!!! here i am, 11 months later with at least 16 nail polish bottles... only 3 of which are clear polish... yea... it's a problem! BUT i bought a new color last night and i LOOOOVE it.. i call it Mermaid Tail, even though thats not the official name!

Smurf Blue... it looks just as bright ON! probably why it's HD

my now somewhat large nail polish collection

Mermaid Tail

Mermaid Tail... applied.

but on my shopping trip last night i bought a new purse.. it was on sale really cheap.. and i REALLY needed a new purse, my black one i've had for like 2 years has been starting to rip for a while now... LOOK HOW CUTE!!

My Mailman stopped by my house the other day and told me i owed him 51 cents in order to recieve this letter that was sent to me, because the sender put two stamps on but it didn't fully cover the cost... LAME HUH?! anyway it was from Kat, it was this CUTE necklace she made me. she made it with Beach Glass we found on our weekend in Cali when we camped on the beach. all the girls are TOTALLY jealous of it! as they should be cause it's sooo dang cute!!

So ya.... there are a few pictures for you... all of those things make me VERY happy this week :) I've also recently discovered "stumbleupon.com" it is AMAZING!!! and i have sooo many more craft ideas now.. ugh... dangerous!!! anyway i'll leave you with this awesome video i stumbled upon!

Makin' Me Fall In Love Again

I am sitting in bed waiting for Steph(my good friend here) to wake up so we can hit up the gym... HOWEVER, that girl likes to sleep... ok that's a bit unfair, I get up at 6:30-7 every morning. So someone who sleeps till 9 or 10 seems crazy to me :) I figured i'd throw up a new blog post, accomplish something.

A few days ago i got an e-mail from one of my boys desperately needing a copy of his DL, he said it was in a box in our storage unit on the top of the box, and asked if i could possibly find it. Now normally i would have said No. Since the boys have been gone, they are constantly asking for favors..."Sav can you dig through a box and send me my vitamins" or "Sav can you get my hoodie and send it to me" to those i say SHOVE IT! it's a bit more difficult when they order things, ship it to my house, and then ask ME to ship it to them... i don't understand why they don't send it to their parents house and have THEM pay to ship it, or shove it in a box already going to them... Sending a care package every week is NOT cheap, each package is worth roughly $60-$100 and then costs another $15 to send... it add up!!! so when i am adding an extra $15 into my monthly package budget, i do get a little irritated... but back to my story, being brave and having a heart i decided to embark upon the adventure of uncovering the lost drivers license

ya..... looks fun... huh?

He told me his box had a G spray painted on the side and circled... ya, so did alot of the other guys. i found this out after opening 6 boxes that were NOT his!

almost found it at this point.

If you notice in this last picture, one of the boys left a fan in my storage closet... ya that would have been nice during my 5 days without AC. someone ELSE left a huge pocketknife and it was just sitting on the top near the front.. now i already have a fear of someone hiding in this closet and then jumping out and attacking me while i'm unlocking my door, especially since my front porch lightbulb went out... and NOW i find out that one of my boys that i hold so dear to my heart.... LEFT THIS GUY A WEAPON!!!!! i flipped out and took the knife, i don't know who it belongs to, cause it was not in a box... but they can have it back when they get back, until then... that is going somewhere around this house along with the other weapons i have stashed. YEA try and pillage this house, see what happens! I did end up finding his DL, however he didn't get the copy quick enough and they dropped him from the class he needed it for.. oops!

On a different note, Deezul chewed up my hot glue gun. Dee and I have an agreement, he doesn't chew on furniture, wires or anything important... however, when i leave a foreign object lying around the house... it's free game. let's just say, he destroyed the first 8 chapters of a hard cover book a few months ago, because i left it out. and who can forget the picture of him with the cream sheets covered in black ink. all of these are MY fault, as i left it lying about. The hot glue gun had been knocked off my "craft" table, and i just forgot to pick it up, so when i got home... here's what i found.

Ya, so it's the first cord he's ever chewed, but it's because it was attached to the blue thing he really had his sights set on. luckily it was only a cheap $3 hot glue gun... so i had to wait 2 days, go to the craft store, and i bought 2! now i have a back up.

To totally jump subjects again, after my big costco shopping trip last week with all my yummy food, i was craving chocolate... BAD! so i decided to fill my craving but in a slightly healthier way....

And then a few days ago, Steph and I were at costco and sampled some meatballs, and they were AMAZING. I bought some, and decided to make a quick stir fry out of them... so Steph went and played Nazi Zombies, while i cooked up this amazingly easy and yummy meal! it turned out ALOT better than i was expecting.

Along with a yummy smoothie

It was sooooo Good!!

I spent yesterday morning madly cleaning my apartment, The Missionaries were coming over around lunchtime, and i had put off cleaning(SOOO unlike me... hahahaha). So now the house is pretty clean, i do need new paper towels so i can Windex the back sliding door, Since Deezul gets that so disgustingly dirty. My next task is going to be to hang up all my laundry, and then maybe the bathroom. Wow, like you all care about my chores haha. the point i was going to get to eventually, was that... While cleaning i had pandora up on my PS3 listening to a new station i created, and this song came on by Kellie Pickler



And then of course... The Lyrics!

Makin' Me Fall In Love Again Lyrics

People will tell ya that this kind of love will fade
That being in love like this is only a phase
But baby after all this time ain't nothin' changed
All you gotta do is look at me that way

And there you go
Makin' me fall in love again
There you go
Makin' me fall in love again
Oh and I gotta tell ya, there's nothin' better
You and me together, workin' on forever
Everyday with you is always somethin' new
You only gotta be yourself
And there you go
Makin' me fall in love again

Baby sometimes you can say the craziest things
I love how you don't care what nobody thinks
You're highly original, totally in-typical
Never change
All I gotta do is look at your smiling face

And there you go
Makin' me fall in love again
There you go
Makin' me fall in love again
Oh and I gotta tell ya, there's nothin' better
You and me together, workin' on forever
Everyday with you is always somethin' new
You only gotta be yourself
And there you go
Makin' me fall in love again

You're my sunshine, you're my rain
Sure feels good to know you feel the same

I gotta tell ya, there's nothin' better
You and me together, workin' on forever
Everyday with you is always somethin' new
You only gotta be yourself
And there you go
Makin' me fall in love again
There you go
Makin' me fall in love again
There you go
Makin' me fall in love again
There you go, there you go   Also, before i end this post, today is my best friend Kat's birthday! WOOOOO!!!!! there are three people in this world i consider to be my best friend... Riley! Kat! and Lauren! Riley of course is my number 1, there is no contest! but Lauren and Kat are always there for me, Lauren being one of my oldest friends,While Kat and I share the unique bond of our husbands being best friends, as well as having both of them join the Marines together, and going through this journey with another girl who totally understands what i'm going through. and Today that pretty girl is turning 23! i would make a crack about how old she's getting, but i'll be there in 12 days... so i'm gonna keep my mouth shut :)