(Prelude)

Twas three nights before Christmas, when Brittnee called Matt.
Not one road was clean of snow, not even at Matt's habitat.
Matt's car slid on the road and into Big O,
Where he bought new tires and told Brittnee he could not go.

(And now for the rest of the story with continued rhyming . . . )

The thought of snuggling next to my wife in a warm bed away from the hazardous roads and frigid winter air was what I envisioned for the start of my Christmas vacation. Instead I had the plump snowflake fairies pound on my head with visions of me sliding off a snowcapped mountain cliff while Brittnee panicked and froze stiff. But to my astonishment and glee, a plan was presented to me. Brittnee's brother phoned while I waited for my snow tires and told me how the unexpected Christmas visit would transpire.

At half-past three with his wife he would leave Roosevelt, to pick me up while I prayed the snow so fast would melt. Meanwhile my task was daunting for I had to lie to my wife and tell her I would leave first thing in the morning to not cause her strife. Up till it was time to say good night she believed my little fib, but then my phone lost reception in the mountains and I was forced to ad-lib.

"My battery had died and my phone refused to hold a charge," I said.

To which she replied, "I waited for your call but when it didn't come, I called you fifty times instead."

On and on our phone tag went as the truck weaved through the snowy Uinta mountains without a dent. The smarter thing would have been to turn off my phone, but instead I stayed true to my farce so the surprise visit was not blown. To my dismay this only angered Brittnee even more until she said, "You sure know how to ruin my evening and you just love to start a war." After that Brittnee's brother Brandt said, "Turn your phone off and then you won't have to endure her every scoff or run the risk of her hearing our constant coughs." And so I did.

You see Brandt and Mindy were sick, fatigued, but still on my side, not only did they give me a ride to Roosevelt, their disappointment for Brittnee they could not hide. So Brittnee's mother they called to scold her on their behalf, for they heard just a half of our argument and now it was no longer all a laugh. In her room Brittnee received a scolding while she pouted in bed, but little did she know her house for me was not much further ahead.

She said, "I bet you won't get here until 2 pm tomorrow since you are always late."

As she said this I stepped out onto her driveway, laughed under my breath, for her unexpected visit could not wait and surely this argument I longed to abate. She wondered why I was laughing but I quickly denied such a thing as Brandt got to her bedroom door and opened it with a swing. Her face all flushed and tears in her eyes, he asked her to get out of bed for a Christmas surprise. She refused saying, "No I can't I am in my underwear." Then in a blink of an eye I entered the room, slipped past Brandt and stood before her as if I was walking on air. Startled and yet happy she said she knew I had lied. I gave her a hug, a proper reprimand and then smiled wide. It was then that Brittnee realized her brother and sister-in-law had heard our entire argument and discovered that Brittnee at last had a flaw.

Now she was red with embarrassment not knowing what to say, but she wrapped herself in an electric blanket and skirted off to Brandt and Mindy to tell them she worries so much she's going to go gray. They quickly agreed and added, "You were being a little brat, but we hope you are happy." And happy she was, for her husband had arrived a whole day early to her surprise.

THE END

A Happy New Year to all and to all a good night!

One tradition Matt and I want to have each year is Ice Skating. This year we kicked it off earlier than we wanted. We originally wanted it to be a New Years day activity. But as long as we do it, I'm a happy camper!

We made Matt's parents come with us, which at first they were a little resentful and then thanked us afterward. They were so glad we made them get outdoors and off there butts. Which was exactly what the doctor ordered for us!

I had so much fun. I just have to rub it in that I am so much better at skating than Matt. He is lucky if he doesn't fall down, where I do spins all around him. It's not very often that I am better at something than he is.










Another tradition I had before Matt was making some sort of a Christmas craft. I made Matt join in on one so that we could have a creative tree red and white tree (which is my colors I themed for this year, red, black, and white). He helped painted wood candy canes and wired them while I hung them up. We found out it is much better to have me decorate the tree while he just does the lights and other things .....he he. Here are some of the few things I put together or decorated around the house. If I didn't mention this before love decorating. I was so excited to decorate my house for the first time. Just the way I like it!

We also try to read a Christmas story, with a song, and scripture every night. We plan to carry that on threw the years. My previous blog was an example of one of the stories in our book.




What are some of your traditions?

O. Henry
The Gift of the Magi
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. To-morrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling - something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out of the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she cluttered out of the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: 'Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.' One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the 'Sofronie.'
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick" said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

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She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation - as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value - the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 78 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task dear friends - a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do - oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please, God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two - and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was with out gloves.

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Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again - you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet, even after the hardest mental labour.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you - sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with a sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year - what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

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White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs - the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped for long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise-shell, with jewelled rims - just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to {lash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men - wonderfully wise men - who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.



Merry Christmas Everyone!!

...So is there anyone who doesn't like their body or wishes they could loose more weight?? Or is that just me?

I just got back from the gym and actually loved it. I don't like working out; I think it's boring and I tend to watch the clock a lot counting down the minutes I have left. I usually start something and never stick with it (one exception was kick boxing and that was two years ago.) The only thing that kept me going to the gym often was being on the aerobic glider thing in the cinemark area.

Because I have that problem of not liking to work out, I don't do it very often. Unfortunately I have gained weight as a result of it. And I don't like that one bit! So I tried out something new today, that new work out I tried is called Zumba! ....What is Zumba you ask?

"ZuMbA combines high energy and motivating music with unique moves and combinations that allow you to dance away your worries. It's based on the principle that a workout should be "FUN AND EASY TO DO". ZUMBA is not only great for the body, but is also great for the mind."

"ZuMBa is a fusion of Latin and International music/dance themes creating a dynamic, exciting, effective fitness system! The routines feature aerobic/fitness interval training with a combination of fast and slow rhythms that tone and sculpt the body. ZUMBA utilizes the principals of fitness interval training and resistance training to maximize caloric output, fat burning and total body toning. It is a mixture of body sculpting movements with easy to follow dance steps."

View the demo to see for yourself!!!

You may think it is weird or slightly different from your taste but I love it. It's a party rather than a work out. I have loved reggae music for a while now and now I can actually dance to it. Dancing may not be for everyone but I don't think you necessarily have to be a dancer to enjoy this work out.

So what do you think of ZuMBa...would YOU ever do it?? Please I'm curious let me know??

So for my birthday Matt was full of creative activities. The first creative thing he did blew my mind. He actually did it four days in advance. He prepared a five star meal that really looked like a professional chef prepared the meal. He even made it presentable topped of with candle light and music. I would have to say that was the best cooking anyone has ever done for me. I took pictures of it I was so impressed, I usually have something to say about his cooking so that means something when I take a photo of it.
At the table he a had a single rose with a treasure map attached to it. Of coarse the end of the treasure map led to a treasure chest as so it showed. It had two days worth of adventure on it. First day was on a Saturday so we could have the whole day of fun together. We went to different craft fairs, and an art show. Then we went to this amazing new place to eat in Provo I think it is called SPARKS or something but anyways I would compare it to the Chef's Table (five star food) only better and more affordable! To me it's a lounge where Mormon's can go and have non-alcoholic drinks, in fact they only serve non-alcoholic drinks. Then we went to a play presented by BYU, called Houseboat Honeymoon. He knows I love plays :) It made us laugh because it reminded us about our life and how it feels to be with the in-laws. It's funny when you find out that other couples do the same things and your not the only one. I really didn't like the play too much to be honest, but I was okay with it because of the fact it reminded us that there are actually people who are worse off with family members and them being crazy.

The treasure map also led to the actual night of my birthday which was exactly a week from today on a Tuesday. We went to this place called the Indian Garden or is it the Indian Palace-it's on Center Street?? Anyways I had been wanting to go there because a year ago I discovered that I love Indian food and had never tried the place. Afterwards we went to Color Me Mine, which is a ceramic place, and we painted hot cocoa mugs. Which is also a place I like to go and be creative :) In the end he gave me a key to which unlocks the treasure chest (figuratively). We actually have a big antique chest in our front room, he was hiding my gifts there for a while and I never new it.
So I don't mean to brag or rub it in but I do have a wonderful husband who makes me feel special on my birthday and everyday.

I have been tagged by Christy to know my quirks! So enjoy!

1. I don't like water! Lately I drink it because I'm always dehydrated but I use to get UTI alot when I was little because I didn't like water. I even carry around a water bottle and forget to drink it. I always leave it a work or in the car and never take it home with me. I only tend to drink water when I eat out or at meals cuz that is when I remember to.

2. This is personal...lol...when I am at my home I have no manners. Of course this is just with Matt. But I never thought that would be me, even when I lived with my parents or with roommates I never let go of my bodily functions. Now that I live with Matt I have no manners with my bodily functions. It's gross I hate to admit it.

3. When I have to go to the bathroom really bad I do the "potty dance." Matt is probably the only one that has ever noticed.

4. I don't like the typical food like pepperoni pizza, hot dogs (I do if it's cooked a special way-same with hamburgers), spaghetti, lasagna, or anything with red sauce!

5. I get bugged real easily by people and what they do about things or how they do them, although I find it fascinating to watch them and that they do things that bother me.

6. Don't take this personal but every time I walk into someone's house I critique their decor to myself. I analyze what they have, where they have it, and I would tell myself how I would do it differently or where it should be moved to. I actually go to my mother's house and move and arrange things all the time. I let her know when she has decorated something I don't like or that she needs to decorate her room. Of course I wouldn't ever do that to anyone else, I just think it.

So Matt and I did something a little out of the ordinary the other day...

We went on a progressive dinner that consisted of three fast food places (keeping in mind each one we went through the drive through). First we went to Burger King for a starter, then to Kentucky Fried Chicken for the main coarse, then to McDonalds. Only we didn't eat there because we both despise the place and normally wouldn't consider going there but for some unknown reason I thought they would have good dessert. But they didn't, not what I was wanting anyway. Anyhow this is what happened.

We ate our KFC food at McDonalds (just to rub it in their face their food sucks)
Threw our food away in the trash can so it was purposely poking out.
Went back through Burger King for the second time for dessert

So there you have it that's all you have to do to feel a little rebellious and still get a kick out of it. Here are some other things if you could do if you dare to be a bit deviant! Or you could simply try our eating thing!

Skip church one Sunday but still get dressed and instead go to the temple (it's better if it's the one you got married in) and read scriptures.. your still being good right

If your husbands hate something (like mine hates mushrooms) put them in the recipe but making it hardly noticeable (mine noticed but didn't mind actually).

Play catch in a grocery store, with one of their toys of course.

Does anyone have any other ideas or have done something like this?

So I thought you all would like to know what's currently going on in my life now that Matt and I have been married for over a month now. Our life is pretty interesting; Anytime we seem to go out on a date to get away from the daily routine of life, it pretty much ends up to somewhat of a disappointment.

The first time we went out two weeks ago we used one of our gift cards we got from the wedding and was planning to see a movie afterwards. I got too tired so we just went home to watch one while I fell asleep.

The second time we tried another outing we went up to the mountains to have our self a bonfire and I was hoping Matt would play his guitar. However it turned out we got our hopes up all week long to go, it ended up raining all weekend. But we were determined as soon as it cleared we would, which was on a Sunday. While we were up there we didn't bring wood because matt thought we could find wood up there. I thought that was dumb unless we wanted to hike but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and little do you know someone was kind to leave us wood. Of course the wood had to be wet so we never did actually get a big fire going. Long story short Matt played with the fire the whole time, I prepared the hamburgers and cooked them over our portable grill. We had no dinner ware to eat on, I forgot them, and as the sun was going down I ate being real cold while Matt continued trying to get the fire going. We did manage to get two smores from the fire and Matt never got to play his guitar. It was a little disappointing and cold but a funny adventure after all.

This last outing we went on was up to Salt Lake. Matt was trying to be cute and romantic and surprisingly take me to a holiday craft fair because he thought I would thoroughly enjoy it. We went to the right address and all but the event seemed to not exist. Go figure! So instead we went to see Eagle Eye.

So basically anytime we try to do something, there seems to be something else that happens to keep us from doing what we wanted to in the first place. If that makes any sense. But is that normal, or is that just the curse of newlyweds, or is it simply the way MY life is? Who knows...

This next lighthouse was on private property so we weren't allowed to access it. Seriously, who lives near a lighthouse and tells people it's private property. All lighthouses should be available to the public!

My Mother dancing with my bro, he probably would kill me if he knew I posted this. I just had to though he looks so happy dancing with my mother it makes me want to cry! Off to the honeymoon...wooo hooo!!

12 More Days until the BIG DAY!
So how do I feel....uhh depends on the day!

Sometimes I can't wait to get it over with and just be married. . .
It's annoying having to say goodnight everynight and not just be next to him. It's bothersome to go home our separate ways. It's annoying to tell him to not look or stay downstairs because I have to change. Did I mention how annoying it is to say goodnight?? Because I'm really sick of it! Thus I can't wait to just be married.

Okay so of course it's not just to get over the annoyances. I'm just so excited to be marrying my best friend. It will be so neat to be roommates and do whatever we want wink, wink. I actually mean that all around with everything. I'm way blessed to have found someone who treats me so good and puts me before himself.

Some days I'm a little scared and wonder if I'm ready (but then who is truly ready?)? I have lived a single life away from home for six years and been in and out of relationships. I wonder am I really ready to settle down with one person for the rest of my life and beyond? Will there still be excitement and romance? But then I think if I follow the council others give me, do what I can to make it through each day, and find something positive about the day (like we or he... lol always does), we will be fine. I guess I have what you call "cold feet" sometimes. But I know that Matt will do all he can to make me happy and that I always have struggled with high expectations and I just need to realize that I'm just retarded.

Then other days like today I'm back to excitement and just Can't wait! Who am I to kid myself with cold feet? Sometimes I get lost in my world thinking everything should go just right (I'm a blue personality) and I have to keep reminding myself they don't and Matt is as close to perfect as I could possibly ask for. Sure he isn't perfect at all but I know he tries to improve and bends over backwards for me. I just need to be better at bending back to him.

I love Matt!

This one is making the rounds.

Directions: Leave a comment on my blog of a memory you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you've known me for a short time or a long time; anything that you remember!Then re-post this on your blog to see who leaves comments for you..

As I await for my married life with Matt, I live in a small town called Roosevelt, and man am I bored!! No offense to those who live in a small town, but I guess I am to used to being in the city and having Matt by my side, its hard. So I decided to write miscellaneous things about who knows what.


First of all Matt and I had our first camping trip together. After one year of dating we finally go camping...it's a family reunion. Not so fun on my part though. Well the frist few hours was a blast. But Why was in not fun after that? Well because Matt drove a 4wheeler for the first time up mountains and my father happened to take us up a very steep climb. Yah..didn't turn out so well. It so happened that the 4wheeler ended up straight in the air, I was on the ground, and Matt was ready to fall on top of me with the 4wheeler. Luckily my father came to the rescue as I let a bloody scream. Truthfully I wasn't panicking (I was very calm for some unknown reason) I only screamed to get some help. I ended coming away with a bloody elbow, just a little scraped, and a bruised butt. Matt just got a road rash on his leg. Nothing big...until the next day. My body ached! That night was miserable. Not only did my body ache, my mattress went flat in the middle of the night, I was rolling down hill slightly because I was slightly on a hill, and my dog was by my tent heaving all night later finding out she had bronchitis.

Thus I had the worse night of my life. We had just got there day before and reunion or not I wanted to go home. That night we left...unfortunately everyone just thought we were party poopers but I didn't care I ached, and I was ornery all I wanted to do was sleep. So there you have it our first camping trip together.

Second of all I had my first bridal shower which was a blast....Tracie may not think so because she was so stressed but I had fun. I actually felt like a princess thanks to my friend Lina and Tracie. Thanks again Tracie.






















And finally...I need your help. For those of you who don't know, I work in the education field and have the summer off. Matt is going to be gone to Guatemala for two weeks and I am going to miss him terribly! Yes I am out here alone in Roosevelt as it is but I end up seeing him every weekend and talk to him on the phone about twice a day. I wont beable to do that soon. I need your help on ideas of what to do (keep in mind I am by myself..so must of the suggestions need to be pertaining to that. Here is the list I had for myself outside wedding stuff.

Chores for my parents...moving the lawn, cleaning organizing, etc.
Be with family
Find an old friend I went to high school with and go to lunch
Scrapbook
Read a book
Watch my fav movies I don't get to watch with Matt m
My hobbies(which is Photography)
Table Proj. (Paint and sand a table)
Exercise (which I need to do more)

Can you help me by coming up with more ideas. Keep in mind I have a month longer to survive, no one to do it with, and no money!!