I got in trouble.

The other day.

Because for the first time ever in his entire life, Kolton clicked onto my blog.

I don't know what inspired him to do it, I've had this baby for over a year, people occasionally comment on it-in person, I mean, and some special friends of ours even like to quote me when we get together (Yes Zach, I mean you.)

But dear Kolton had never really shown an interest until the other night. We were sitting around doing our own thing on our own internets when I glanced over and saw a familiar little screen.

And then I got kind of embarrassed. I've been able to share some stories because I know that they can be my own and no one will be able to correct me when I skew a few details (not that I ever do that...) and I can write (and exaggerate) pretty much whatever I want.

But I got over my embarrassment, there's no room for embarrassment in a marriage.

And I snuggled up to Kolton and together we read some of the "little journal of our life together".

And you know what?

I got a few chuckles, and even a couple hearty laughs from him. But then I may have gotten in a little bit of trouble for sharing "Our story" he said that it was too embarrassing to share, but I said that's tough luck partner because my favorite kind of stories to share are the embarrassing ones.

My proudest moment of the entire conversation was when Kolton acknowledged that maybe my blogging wasn't a complete waste of time. That maybe it was a good thing to keep track of where we've been and where we're headed.

So I guess I'll keep at it!

thanksgiving 1

I know that Thanksgiving was a week ago, but it is a holiday that really should ever end?

I think not.

Well, maybe the stuffing yourself needs to come to an end, but I would definitely be ungrateful if I didn't take this time to quickly count my many, many, many blessings.

-Kolton. (obviously) even though we are complete (and I mean complete) opposites, life has never been better. Sure we argue and disagree and sometimes need alone time, but I honestly can't imagine my life without him. Goll, I love that man.

-My families. I am definitely blessed (on both sides) to have amazing family. I love nothing better than sitting around a table and laughing till I cry with my family.

-My healthy, happy body. I've been thinking a lot lately about how lucky I am to be healthy. It seems so simple, and it's something that I take for granted every day but I am so grateful to have two arms and legs, ten fingers and toes, eyes, a nose, and ears to hear (this is starting to sound like a nursery rhyme.) a mouth for tasting and kissing, my hair (even when I want to either chop it all off or just pull it all out) and all those internal-ly organs that keep me going. it's so neat that everything works together so perfectly, and i'm so grateful that it does.

-And on a less serious note:

Things that smell good-especially when it's my house.

cookies

cake

candy

ice cream

my cozy bed

a home

blow-dryers, straighteners, curling irons

leave-in-conditioner

a hot shower

a car

my phone

inside jokes

surprises

to-do lists

And the list goes on.

I'm thankful for Thanksgiving too. Even if it's one holiday that I usually just skip over in anticipation for Christmas. I'm going to improve on that and remember the reason for this season.

This year for Thanksgiving we went down to St. George with the Newmans. We had a nice time stuffing ourselves by day and playing tennis and basketball by night. You can't beat that combination! 

what have we been up to?

1. We moved.

I know.

It was ridiculous.

And technically we downgraded.

So here's the deal....when we started looking for apartments, mid-Augustish, we didn't have much of a selection. (as you can probably imagine) We saw a lot of creepy basements and then saw some even creepier basements. (Seriously, I still shudder every time I think of it.) Finally, we were discouraged and driving around Rexburg when we pulled into a parking lot to think about our choices, and to try not to think about some of our choices. As we were discussing and shuddering, I looked up and said, "Hey hon, how about these ones?" and pointed to the pretty little buildings in the parking lot. We got a number and discovered there were some openings. 

Wonderful!

But they only had a 3 bedroom available. And I know we have enough junk to fill up a 3 bedroom, but we still didn't feel it was necessary. But we moved in and told the manager that if a 2 bedroom opened up, we would definitely be interested. 

Fast forward about two months and our manager called us and let us know there was a two bedroom opening up and that we could come look at it. I thought this was a dumb idea, but was willing to play along, so we trudged over there and......I didn't want to like it, I really didn't.

But I did.

So we moved!

And I feel the need to give a big shout-out to our buddies Allens, Pearsons, we couldn't have done it without you.

And I hate to drag out this first point some more, but I have one more little thing to mention...

We were planning on moving a little bit on Friday, but the bulk of the junk  stuff on Saturday. By some miracle, Kolton happened to look at the weather and discovered it was calling for snow on Saturday. So we called our buddies and they came over at the last minute to help us out. (Do we have awesome friends or what?) So after we finished moving every single thing out of our apartment, we decided to go our for some ice cream. While eating our ice cream, I looked out the window to see SNOW! holy cow-we were so lucky and right on time.  

2. School.

Enough said.

3. Okay, actually I just have a teeny little bit to talk about about school. I'm in a class right now where twice a week I go to an elementary school in the area and get to mess around with third graders for two hours. (Okay, actually it's not entirely messing around, we do actually do some work too.) It is the greatest class and I just really love it. There are millions of stories I could share about it, but Ii'll just share one for now.

I was reading with a group of three kids about a gorilla named Koko. Well of course, being third graders, (and I maybe might have thought of it too) every time we read Koko's name, someone would attach a "loco" to the end.

"Koko loco".

And I'm sorry, but it really was funny for some reason. I was trying to be mature and stuff, but I just couldn't help releasing a little giggle every time one of the kids said it.

Does that make me a bad teacher?

4. Bananagrams.

I LOVE this game.

Mostly because I always WIN this game.

And if you know me, you know that I NEVER win at ANY game.

This is monumental.

I don't know what it is, but when my brain gets a-going, I can think up the strangest words. Most of the time, I don't even know what they mean-but I can spell them.

for example:

We played a total of five games this weekend.

I won four of those games.

(It's killing Kolton)

5. We watched Tangled a twice in a row last week. I am completely in love with that movie. Every time the floating light/singing part comes on, I get a little teary eyed and wish and wish I could just see that in person.

But basically that's all that's been a-going on.

That, and every day I get more and more excited for Christmas. I'm putting a restraining order on the Christmas music.

I got it bad.