The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

This morning I woke to my Hubbies handsome face and with a deep appreciation for how much he means to me. After dreaming about being forced to marry someone else it was deeply gratifying to wake up to him.  It began poring yesterday afternoon and it hasn't let up yet. The sky is holding a steady gray over our little town but it makes me glad that I don't have to water my plants today.  But upon returning inside and finding that dishes need to be done and that I'll be on my own for most of the day I got a sudden urge to go put boots on and splash in the puddles and not return for the rest of the day.  Those weren't quite my sentiments but you's understand if you saw the pile of dishes.  But deciding that I couldn't leave my poor hubby to be eaten by the ever growing dishes I put on my big girl pants and put on some music to clean to.  The first song that happens on my list: The Best Things Happen When You Dance! To Danny Kaye's happy ...

So last night we had an adventure.  We were walking home through the campus gardens when we hear this loud peeping near our feet.  upon further inspection we discover two baby chickens wandering around the garden at 10pm at night.  So naturally I picked one up and so did my dear husband and we began to ask those we passed if they had lost a chicken. Everyone thought we were joking until they saw the two little chicks in our hands.    Nobody had lost a chicken, though some were more than willing to snuggle the two peeps.  Finally we found out that in the psychology building they use the baby chickens for analysis. But the office and classrooms were closed by that time.    So we took the little bitty's home and gave then a bed for the night, with gourmet Ritz crackers and a tiny bowl of water. We got to be chicken parents for the night.  After we turned out the lights and went to bed for the nig...

The last few months so much has happened. I hardly know where to begin. I have had to decide finally on my major which is now English: Professional Writing. I sent off my dear roommates Kiah and Rachel as they graduated this last semester. Rachelle has headed out on her mission. My dearest bestie Amanda Davis is expecting her first baby this July and last but not least I got married to the love of my life, April 13th, 2013. I can say it's quite a bit to take in. So much change in just three months.  It all seemed to happen with some divine intervention. We all have moved on at just about the same time.  Kiah, Rachel, Rachelle, Kate, Amanda, Katie and Alanah were my brides maids. They were all such a big help. The morning of, Kate made us all breakfast while Tessica did my make up and braided my hair. Amanda did my hair and nails and drove all the way over here even though she is expecting. Kiah painted my toenails and helped me keep my sanity through that last semester...

Why do we read? We read so that we don't have to make mistakes, so we can learn truth, so we better understand the human condition. We write to learn to express ourselves clearly, to express truth, in hopes that we will make a difference in someone else's life regardless of if they gain the initial message we tried to send. As writers and readers we sit together and share what we have gleaned as far as truth and beauty. The writers try to understand how they too can write so it makes a change in others. The readers discuss the truth they discovered and help each other to come to other conclusions. No one is right or wrong. Everyone has gained some better understanding of others, life, emotion, or their self simply through reading and pondering. You do not need to be a great writer or reader to gain truth through reading. The writer does not have to write truth for the reader to have come away with a better understanding of the truth. Even if the only thought they come aw...

Anyone who knows me can tell that I am a worrier.  Despite the rather intelligent head I have on my shoulders I constantly have a running commentary of worries chatting away in the back of my mind.  It causes me a lot of background stress in my life, especially if I can't control what I'm worrying over.  Lately the issue at hand has been: When I get married, will I be ready to handle all that growing up? Will I be able to be the wife I desperately want to be? "Probably not." Says the common sense in the back of my head.  But here's the neat part about today. I was pondering that worry for probably millionth time this week, while walking to stake conference with my roommate who is also getting up close and personal with the marriage issue.  We had discussed our mutual discouragements earlier and now walked in silence to campus.  We sat down together and I took a deep breathe trying to dispel the stress knot forming in my chest. W...

If wishes were spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip ice cream I would have enough to swim in. But as impossible as that sounds I have a feeling that most of my wishes aren't that far out of reach anymore. Funny how being engaged to the man you're in love with will do that to you. My favorite wishes are already set in motion simply because I have him in my life. My Wish to be married and loved, To have someone to love, someone to share what I love with. But my favorite wish I have been pondering ever since Mom handed me my first dolly and told me now I had my own baby just like she did when my first brother was born. To have a family of my own. Someday I want to be called Mommy by a little girl who has put her shoes on wrong and wants to help me make cookies. I want to cuddle up on the couch with my little family of boys and girls and read them stories before bedtime and share the scriptures with them. I want to teach them who they are and how much their heavenly fathe...