Our Sunday Mornings consist of

Jumping like monkeys. Oh and major bed heads. 

Feeling sunny..

Even on the rainiest of days. Happy weekend!

Speak & Listen.

I've had a lot of time to think (some deep stuff) these past couple of days. I work as a ground keeper on campus and am busy with my hands picking weeds so that leaves my brain to wonder almost uncontrollably sometimes.

I've been thinking about conversation.

I've thought a lot about my own experiences. I feel as if I am a shy quiet girl most of the time. I usually keep to myself when it comes to conversations. BUT this doesn't mean I'm a boring person. It doesn't mean I have nothing to say. I need to warm up to you before I share my entire life story.

I was caught in this same situation, every single day, where I would hear the same people blab on about how many dogs they have ever owned, or how many times they have surfed on the ocean, or "I suffer from a very strange and unique disease that no one else in this world has or will ever have" (sarcasm if you didn't catch it). I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hearing about everything there is to know about someones gosh dang cat! Can't we get back to the basics and just get to know each other? Don't you want to know a little about me, or does it all have to be about you all the time?

And I guess that's why I'm usually silent at the party. I've gotten into this habit of thinking that no one actually cares. This whole situation degrades the soul, it dampens the entire atmosphere and it leaves a stench in the air.

I'm going to work on my conversing. I want for others to know that I care for them, I'm concerned for them, and I want to KNOW them! All of this while speaking (up!) in a way which is not belittling or boastful. It's a two sided thing going on here.

"Speak in such a way that others love to listen to you. Listen in such a way that others love to speak to you."

Does this make sense?


(and just a side note. I started a new job and have worked there for probably no more than seven days. My current coworkers know more about me now than my previous coworkers  knew about me in the 12 months I was with them. It's because they ask. then stop and listen.) 

Back to real life

Paul and I are currently waiting in the airport for our flight out of paradise and back to our regular busy life. I  may have shed a tear or two when saying goodbye to my in-laws and  I'm actually pretty darn sad to leave this place. It's just so easy to be here whereas Rexburg feels like a prison. Like, how come Rexburg doesn't have a freaking Pei Wei? (Alright maybe I'm being a little dramatic). Point is, Mesa has definitely grown on me. I'm so glad I married my little Arizona bean. This little vaca was so good for us and I'm excited to return soon.

Fossil Springs

Paul told me about this place called Fossil Springs and how unbelievably amazing it is but I didn't get the full picture until I actually went. The water was crystal clear with tiny (dare I say cute!) little fish swimming around us. There were crazy water falls to jump off of and whirl pools to jump in if you dare. The whole day was pretty much a dream. 

beatin the heat

It's been about 102 degrees every day that we've been here. This means we wake up and immediately put our swimsuits on and jump in the pool. Cali isn't too fond of the water (silly Arizona pup!) but we definitely enjoy the cool down. 

Since I've been the worst blogger ever..

Since I've been the worst blogger ever, I should probably catch up with long meaningful posts about all the adventures and amazing things I've been up to. That most likely won't happen. So here are four pics to describe how my summer has been going.

First we moved to a little tiny house near campus. Rexburg housing prices are ridiculous and we needed to downsize a bit. My craigslist obsession came in handy when we found this "rustic" place for rent at just the right time. We love it because it has a yard, a little garden space, and we only share one (brick) wall of the apartment with our neighbors. Downside.. we have found a few spiders.. those eight sticky traps I set out last week should do the trick.

Baby sitting my niece and nephew every Friday has been quite the little adventure. Paul and I love those little monkeys to death. We usually catch ourselves quoting Tanner at least once a day. Examples include, "That Tanner shape!", "No thank you" (to pretty much every thing), and "scared of coney!". I realize none of these really make sense to anyone else. But Paul and I get a big kick out of it. I could go on and on about these two weirdos.

This picture showing my joyous jumping skills is how I felt after I quit my job at the apartment complex. That's all I have to say about that.

Oh and corn. Lots and lots of mexi-freakin corn.

I hope to be better at paying more attention to this little bloggy. I go through this weird phase where all I want to do is blog but that quickly fades when I have a crap load of homework to take care of. We'll see how long this phase lasts. Hopefully a little longer than last time.

So far..

So far we've been having a pretty good vaca time in Arizona. Only seven more days.. boo.