My Drug of Choice.

It's been a long day. Things are just not going your way. The world looks grim and bleak and all you want to do is escape from reality. Some people reach for the bottle, some people pop a few pills.

My drug of choice?

The duck pond.

I mean honestly. How can you not think this is cute?

Guys. I really want a pet duck. I don't want anyone saying they smell bad or they bite or they aren't friendly or any of that. All you negative nancies can go rain all over someone else's parade. I seriously want one. I have spent lots of time contemplating stealing one from the duck pond, but that is just not practical. Darn it. Someday I will buy my very own baby duck, and raise it on my own and it will be mine and it will follow me around and I will put a pond in my backyard and we will have a delightful life together.

I mean look at this picture. Does it get any more adorable? The answer is no. Two of my favorite things: Ducks and Wilson :) Oh I just want to live in this picture!

Here I am, enjoying my duck-induced euphoria. Wilson was out here in Utah this past weekend, and it was absolutely amazing! One morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed in a bad way. Poor Wilson was trying to figure out why in the world I was the most unpleasant person on the planet. The reason remains unknown. Sometimes a girl just has to pout it out! Anywho. In an attempt to get me to stop snarling and baring my teeth at the world, he dragged me on over to the duck pond, to wax nostalgic about our delightful engagement, and to feed those little buddies some stale bagels. I was in heaven. I frequent the duck pond on days where I am feeling blue, and those little guys never fail in cheering me up. Seeing them waddle and frolick about just makes me the happiest camper. My favorite moment is when all of the ducks were in the field, and one of them got a hold of a whole piece of bread. Pandemonium ensued. It was like watching football, only about 900000x more adorable. The poor guy was sprinting down the field with a million angry and quacking ducks on his tail. He would try to stop and choke it down, and they pounced on him! I nearly passed out from the preciousness of it all.

So please, next time life has got you down and you're looking for an escape, pass on the alcohol, put away the spoon for your Ben&Jerry's, and head on over to a duck pond to make your fine feathered friends happy. And you too!

My life has been taken over my tests. 6 tests in a week and a half. Sick. So naturally I decided that this week would be the perfect time to start my new blog, for when Cary and I have entered into holy matrimony. It is funny how when I was super stressed, with tons of things to do, I decide to do the things that are at the bottom of my to-do list. Example, on Tuesday I was all geared up to spend the afternoon studying away for my biomechanics exam. What did I do instead? I cleaned my apartment, made a blog, did wedding planning things, started on a project that is due in like a month, and ordered wedding invitations. All of these things need to be done at some point in my life, but not nearly as urgently as studying for this test. Why do I do this? It is difficult to say. Without further ado, the fruits of my labor:

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Go look and appropriately "Awwww" at how adorable we are! :)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Hello dear blog-o-sphere! It has indeed been ages since I documented my fabulously interesting life via pictures and witty and captivating rhetoric. Ha. I have just been absolutely swamped lately. Being the least productive person on the entire planet is tough work, but somebody's gotta do it. I last blogged in November, when I was newly engaged, twitterpated with my adorable future husband, and going to school only because I'm not sure what else to do with myself. It is February now, and into a new year, and oh how things have changed. I have now been engaged for approximately 56 years, only about a million more to go, still twitterpated with my adorable future husband, and going to school because if I don't, my family won't love me anymore and I will get kicked out and then I will get depressed and eat a lot and become obese, and then Wilson won't love me either so it is probably in my best interests to tough it out. I have also taken up wedding planning as a hobby, which is coming along swimmingly, except for about once a week when I want to ditch the whole darn thing and elope. My other 2010 activities involve flying home frequently to visit family and husband elect, shamelessly watching the Bachelor and discussing it in detail, trying to learn how to cook, with moderate successes and spectacular failures, and doing as little school work as possible.

Let us briefly recap some of the highlights between November and now.

Christmas Break! Boy was that a spectacular affair. It began with me taking all 5 of my finals in one day. Superwoman. ... Slash I was really over school at this point and just wanted to go home so I didn't care what I got. But miraculously, I got straight As this semester! Suck it, History 201. I flew home to my beloved Colorado, where I started Christmas break right by teaching Wilson to ski! (Translation: Attempting to teach Wilson to ski, and then making him take a ski lesson so that we would stay in love and not kill each other). After the ski lesson, Wils was a champ and was flying down black diamonds. What a trooper. I joined my family out in Utah after a bit and I was, as always, a spoiled little girl at Christmas, and I have been loving my Brita Filter so much, along with plane tickets, a new coat, and b-e-a-utiful diamond earrings from my number one boy toy :). Wilson came out to Utah after Christmas and we spent a week skiing, hot tubbing, eating way too much food, and having a blast. I was impressed with my ability to gain weight while skiing all day every day. I am a champion eater.

Here is a pic of me and Wils skiing as proof that he enjoyed it! He might look like a little bit like an old man in this picture, but he looks like a happy old man. :)

After Christmas break I grudgingly returned back to school. Lame. This semester I have classes which require actual work which I am not too pleased about. But I have managed to have some fantastic times! One weekend when I was stuck in Provo instead of Colorado, I went to a lovely Bridal Show in Salt Lake with some great friends. My friend Melissa is the world's most adorable pregnant woman, and it is a shame that I actually look more pregnant than her in this picture. There were a lot of delicious samples there, so sue me.

Truthfully I am not really a bridal show type of girl, and I was pretty bored of the whole thing until we came across the catering display. Oh sweet bliss. I ate about 90 mini cupcakes. Bliss. After we were stuffed to the brim, we were hit by an out of control car on the highway, and it was about the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. 4 girls in the car- 1 is pregnant, 1 preparing to go on a mission, and 2 engaged- and no one was hurt. It feels good to know that the Big Guy up there has a plan for us, and he's watching out for us. Phew.

This last weekend I went home to Colorado for some much needed quality time with my man. With all of this wedding planning and family reunions and such, we don't spend too much time just hanging out and being best friends. This weekend we did all kinds of things, and it just reminded me over and over again how lucky I am to be marrying that guy. We made tin-foil dinners on Friday, but these were not your average tin-foil dinners. We are talking steak, potatoes, mushrooms, and green onions, with a delicious cream of mushroom sauce. My tastebuds were in heaven. After that, we went out on a limb to go to this improv theater in Broomfield. I'd heard of them, and they are known for clean, "above the belt comedy." This in my brain meant that it was probably going to be lame. Before you go thinking I am a big pervert, I don't enjoy crude humor, but suffice it to say, I had an eyebrow raised in suspicion. (Side note: I can not raise one eyebrow, which continues to be an intense disappointment in my life.) Anywho, much to my delight, it was hilarious! My abs hurt by the end of the night from laughing. It was great, and I would recommend it to any of my homies in Colorado.

In conclusion, I never take pictures. This is a sad thought. I only blog about things I have pictures of, which leads to strange results at times. I am making a blog-resolution to take more pictures, so that I have more variety when choosing what I ramble about on my blog.

Phew this baby is long. I am bored, and I wrote it.

I hereby promise (to be interpreted as: will maybe consider) to make my blog posts more frequent, more picture-full, and more interesting.