Acronyms & Finals

Finals are over! I almost can't believe it happened! I will have to give credit to Rachel for any good grades I may take away from my exams this semester. She is an acronym/wordplay genius.

Las night I had to cram half of a semester's worth of Organization Behavior into my brain. I had only a few hours between work and the testing center. As I sat down trying to figure out how I could possibly shove the countless organizational terms into my head, Rach -the organizational mastermind- came to my rescue. She quickly teaches me the ways of cramming. Geographical, functional, process, customers.... she shouts, "Find Gum Poor Chicken!" Im startled...it seemed like a strange command for any chicken, let alone a poor one. "No!" she says, "it is for the acronym, FGPC." Bam! Problem solved, those set of terms certainly won't leave my brain now.

Some other highlights include:

• I Always Eat The Pretty Apple Sauce
• i WENT to South Carolina
• My TOES influence organization structure
• CACAC (sounded like a seizure)

That test proved to be no match for odd sounds and funny sentences

easter comes early

on monday, when i had my intense craving for hard-boiled eggs, which turned into egg dying, i had a moment of inspiration while i was at smith's looking for egg dye. i saw easter egg baskets, fluffy grass stuff, and thought "i should make aaron an easter basket!"

with my plan in place, i went to bed last night anxious to transform into the easter bunny sometime in the night. i was actually planning on just waking up when our alarm goes off (the first time) and going out to hide chocolate eggs and such. usually aaron sleeps for another 20 minutes after the first alarm. but, i found myself waking up quite frequently in the night, anxious that i had missed my window of opportunity to go hide eggs. when i woke up at 4, i decided i would just get out of bed and get the deed done now. well, aaron actually woke up and asked where i was going. kind of a funny question. what did he expect me to say? walmart? so i said i was going to the bathroom.

i did, actually, go to the bathroom, which currently has no light because something is wrong with our electricity. so i turned the kitchen light on to brighten it up in there. that also gave me enough light to take the bowl of chocolate eggs and hide them around our tiny living room. the door to our bedroom was open, and i was quite afraid that aaron would wake up and, yet again, curiously ask me what i was doing (or be creeped out that i was sneaking around the living room). so with a few eggs hidden, i got back into bed and slept for 2 more hours.

6'o'clock strikes. the alarm goes off, and i excitedly tell aaron "i think i saw the easter bunny in our living room last night." his reply, "really?" he seemed so sincere. he confessed laster that he just thought i was being sleepy and delusional, possibly still dreaming. but after a minute, he understood what i was trying to tell him, and got up to find eggs.

these pictures were pre-putting-on-glasses. he really couldn't see anything. he walked right past the sofa and didn't even see his easter basket...

once all the candy was found (thanks to corrective vision), he finally saw his basket.

you may be wondering why i decided to do this on the thursday before easter? well, tomorrow is graduation. i will be getting into a ridiculously large gown and a funny looking cap around 7:00 in the morning. my commencement ceremony is at 8:00 a.m. then, saturday morning, at 7:25 a.m. we will be boarding a plane to cancun! we are trying to bring as little as possible--how much do you really need on an all-inclusive trip?--so i thought an easter basket sticking out of my carry-on might be a little obvious.

happy early easter!

the new age of egg dying

i have never before craved hard-boiled eggs. i guess that means it's easter time. just to prove that i have never had such a craving, i had to look up a recipe for hard-boiled eggs. aaron is currently re-laughing at that fact. anyway, after i made them, my desire changed. why not dye these eggs? i went to the store and found these because i couldn't immediately find a box that contained the tools to it the old fashioned way.

it was a little alarming how fast the ink came out of these little q-tips. so we worked quickly. well, as least i worked quickly.

aaron took his time to ponder and make a creative plan. by the time i was done, he had only used one color.

as you can see, my three eggs were finished and sitting in the carton while he was still working. and you thought i was the creative one. aaron made an american flag.

now we can welcome easter in the right way. with colored eggs. and i bought candy, too.

a day of beautiful things

last saturday, my ex-roommate, lauren, got married. he's graduated and she is graduating, and somehow they decided to have their wedding on the first day of finals. i actually had a scheduled final that day, but luckily, my teacher was e-mailing it to us and we had from 2:30-5:30 to finish it and e-mail it back. that was right between lauren's ceremony and her reception.

minus the momentary stress of getting lost with vale as we tried to get to lauren's house after the ceremony so i could take my test and trying to take the test fast enough to get back to the joseph smith memorial building by 4:45 to take bride's maids pictures, it was a very beautiful day, filled with beautiful things.

the beautiful salt lake temple where my two friends were sealed in the most beautiful way

beautiful tulips blossoming on the temple grounds

the beautiful couple (and a very beautiful bride)

my beautiful friends and beautiful friendships with a beautifully wind-blown veil

a beautifully twisted tree and a beautiful moment of sunshine

the beautiful bouquet

beautiful blossoming trees (finally)

and beautiful magelby's chocolate cake.

lost in translation

rachel says: i'm toppling!

aaron hears: i'm a taco!

aaron says: i'm kidding...

rachel hears: i'm a kitty...

aaron says: if i am a kitty and you are a taco, i eat you

master mucus

this morning i woke up. i got out of bed. aaron was still trying to save his last seconds in bed. i walked into the bathroom (on the other side of our apartment). i look in the shower. big, black spider. i'm not really sure how scary it was, because i didn't have my glasses on. but i started calling to aaron, and knowing that he wouldn't respond, ran back into the bedroom to get him to kill it.

yes, i could have killed it. i'm not that much of a whimpy girl, but it was sure fun to watch him do it.

now, most conversations within the first 5 minutes of waking up are pretty incoherent and this was no exception. i think what i said was "baby! baby! master mmm-huuuuge spider in the bathtub! come kill it quick before it runs away and i get scared!" aaron just started laughing. "this is not a time for laughter!" i said. laughter gets more riotous. "i'm glad you think something about this is funny," says i. i guess he heard me refer to the spider as master mucus. i'm not really sure what i was trying to say by starting off my exclamation with "master".

this laughter served as a mini dose of energy, because he got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. after checking out the spider, he decided he would need more than a shoe to kill this sucker. i don't know why. i stayed in the bathroom to make sure it didn't run away while aaron went to find his weapon of destruction....but it started running! i called aaron to come faster and he came back with a broom and a bottle of comet. "what are you doing with comet?" i asked. for a moment i thought he was thinking he would clean the bathtub after he got spider guts all over it. that was a silly thought. he replied, as if he had done this many times before, "you pour it on him and he won't be able to move." well, he tried that. i think he poured out about half the bottle onto master mucus before the spider stopped moving. he had actually never done that before. he just thought it would be fun.

well, after master mucus was conquered, i took advantage of the comet in the bathtub, handed aaron a sponge, and told him he might as well clean it! and, wouldn't master mucus be a great name for a video game villan?

really?