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Another mountain climbed

Another chapter in my life is finished. I am now, officially, a college graduate.

After three and a half years, countless tests, numerous papers, and a several late nights I am finished with my undergraduate career.

Honestly, I feel strange. Much like my high school graduation didn’t hit me until school started the next year, I’m not sure it’s all sunk in yet. I mean, I’m really done? How can that be. It seems like I just started the other day. In some ways, I feel like a scared eighteen year old, wondering exactly where my Comp I class is. At the same time, I know I have grown into a strong, independent women.


An independent women who happened to have a rockin’ GPA, by the way. Oh, an independent women who made it all the way across the stage without tripping and falling. In heals.

(That is actually the real accomplishment, friends.)

In five days I’ll be a married women. How completely bizarre is that?!

I’ll check in as often as possible.

(Please forgive me for any typos made in this post. I also survived my bachelorette party last night.)



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Eight things

1.) School is really starting to starting to take off. My first paper was due yesterday and I have my first test today. Needless to say, I’m starting to feel the heat.


2.) My sister’s apartment (where I’m staying Monday-Thursday) doesn’t have internet, yet. Something about the company changing, blah, blah, blah. I don’t like it.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air. I need to feed my internet addiction, y’all.

3.) Refer to #’s one and two for proof that I’ve been a little absent lately. I hope you forgive me, dear internet friends.

4.) My nephew is just too cute.


Really, it’s just about too much for me, especially when he cries and his little teeth stick out.


And when you add in my darling little sister, I feel my ovaries soar. But then I remember that my dog is usually the only thing waking me up in the morning… and he likes to sleep. Babies can wait.

5.) I can never spell ovaries.

Actually, I can’t spell a lot of things.

6.) Oh, football. I really don’t understand football, at all. Instead, I spend $5 to sit in the cold with my family for the social interaction. Really, I just talk the entire time.


And then my brother scores and I have to pretend that I watched the entire thing. It’s a hard life.

7.) I took some ridiculously amazing pictures of my future-cousin-in-law.


Isn’t she just too cute?


8.) In the last couple months, I really got down on my photography. No one wanted a session. And now, when my life exploding into a world of crazyness… Everyone wants a session.

You know what they say, when it rain it pours.


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College Girls

Remember Ashley & Lacey?? Well, they are back and sassier then ever.


Because they are college girls now… And college girls are much more mature than high school seniors (just ask them.)

I think they might be starting to realize that my advice about university was smack on.

Of course, I could have told them that months ago…


They have learned that the book’s are insanely overpriced.

Seriously. My books average $200 a class this semester. And not one of them even has a hard cover. They are like workbooks.

I did what the logical human being would do- I refused to buy them.


We are two weeks in and neither Ashley or Lacey has skipped class yet. I think they are on the right track.

Lacey has learned a valuable lesson from her 7:30 AM class.

Don’t take 7:30 (or 8 AM) classes.


My years of complaining about parking at universities has been confirmed… much more than I would have liked. Our school closed down a giant parking area and added about a thousands students.

It isn’t pretty. In fact, I must arrive thirty minutes early to my 9 AM class and hike in from about a mile away.

(And I pay to do that too.)


Actually, I’m pretty sure I pay for air when I step on that campus. I graduated from high school in May of 2007. Since, my college tuition has increased more $1,200. How is this allowed, really? The rest of our costs aren’t going up ten percent a year (THANK GOODNESS)! How can universities justify that cost? Really?

I must stop now. Believe me, I could go on and on.

PhotoStory Friday


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A Day in the Life (Part I)

Note that this could also be titled “The Day From Hell,” but I’m trying to be optimistic.

5:30 AM- My alarm wakes me up. I am completely stunned since I’ve only used my alarm once since May. Wonder who decided that mornings should exist. Oh wait, that was God. Maybe he knew what he was doing.

Rush around getting dressed, slapping on some make-up, and brushing my hair.

6:05 AM- Wake Justice up and take him outside…

6:10 AM- Take my backpack to my pickup. Kiss Colby goodbye and realize I forgot my earrings. Rush back into the house.

6:15 AM- Pull out of the driveway.

6:21- Hear this Shania Twain song.

Wonder if I’m totally losing it or if she sounds A LOT like Madonna. Anyone else think so?

6:29 AM- Consider turning around and going home. I could un-enroll from all my classes in about five minutes. Decide that probably isn’t the best plan I’ve ever had.

6:49 AM- Hear this song on the radio:

“Goodbye Earl” brings up a series of unrelated thoughts? 1.) How did the Dixie Chicks feel when they watched their CDs being ran over by the hundreds. Where they okay with that because they had already been paid? 2.) Why did my parents let me listen to that song?!? It’s a little bizarre. I was eleven when it came out and I wouldn’t let my eleven year old now listen to that song… (If I had one, obviously.)

7:30 AM- Pull into McDonald’s and order a Carmel frappe. (Yes, this McDonald’s is over an hour from my home… And it was the nearest one. I swear, I really do live in the middle of nowhere.)

7:54 AM- Decided that I love Sirius radio and would never make it to school without it.

8:33 AM- Pull into my university. Realize that sometime over the summer the parking went insane. Why can’t I find a spot?!

8:45 AM- Finally find a spot… that barely is big enough for my extended cab pickup. I’m in West Texas. Everyone drives pick-ups! Begin the cross-country hike to my first class.

8:53 AM- Arrive at my first class, panting. Realize that I should have worked out a little more over the summer.

9:01 AM- My Intro to Political Science class begins. I giggled inside, because it’s my last semester as a Political Science major and I will be taking an intro class.

10:17 AM- Head to my next class which happens to be in a different building.

10:27 AM- While visiting the little girls room, I realize that I left my camera bag (which is carrying my $3000 camera, my credit cards, debit card, my pick-up keys and everything else important to my financial success) in my last class. Totally freak out.

10:31 AM- About start crying when I find my bag sitting exactly where it should be.

10:34 AM- Enter my second class Statistics late. I am never late. And I’ve already taken this class once before… but I transferred so they are making me take it again. Darn you academic meanies.

11:45 AM- Finish class and call my little sister, Ashley, for lunch. Decide that it is totally insane for her to be at the same school as me… but I like it.

1:00 PM- Scramble to my next class The American Presidency. Listen to yet another full class of lecture.

3:00 PM- Earth Science Lab… Really you don’t want any more details than that… \

3:42 PM- Finish lab early. For the first time all day, I actually have a few minutes to unwind…

…to be continued.

I still have lots of day left.


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Three Things

1.) I am currently very overwhelmed by school. Can someone explain to me why all my tests are clumped together? Do the professors get together and decide when to torture their poor students?

I am so burned out.

And feeling very whiney. Please forgive me.

2.) Colby and I visited Sante Fe, New Mexico over the weekend. We had a very exciting trip that involved a 9-11 call, hitch-hiking, and paying a ridiculous amount for a tow service. I’ll explain more later, but believe me- MEMORIES WERE MADE.

Near Sante Fe.

3.) I got pretty new cowgirl boots for Valentines Day. Aren’t they adorable?

My pink boots

I’ll try to be less random tomorrow, but I’m currently overwhelmed by school.


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Roommates make you grow-up and become tolerant of others… Right?

Having roommates can be tense and ugly. Believe me, I’ve had some absolutely horrible roommate experiences. From my first roommate who fought me tooth and nail to keep the room at a sweltering 101 degrees to another who frequently entertained male guests in the bed next to me- I’ve experienced it all.

Actually, it wasn’t until recently I’ve had reasonable roommates, but man-oh-man do I have some stories.


Once, when I was living in the dorms, I walked into my room to find my devil-spawn darling  roommate clothed only in a robe. She was perched awkwardly on her bed with a pair of tweezers in her hand. Upon my arrival she turned away from me, towards the open window, and pulled down the top of her robe.

I was shocked. “What are you doing?” I honestly had no idea.

“I’m, like, plucking my nipple hair. Duh. What did you, like, think I was doing?”

Um- yeah. That really happened. To this day, I don’t understand why someone would do such a thing in public. Believe me, this girl had no couth. At all.

Another time, the same girl came rushing into the room and threw her laptop down in front of me. “OMG, you have to watch this!” She began laughing hysterically as I looked to her computer. There on her laptop was my roommate and her boyfriend in their very own sex tape.

I was absolutely horrified and quickly slammed the lid down; of course, the sound continued as I angrily begin to scream: “Why do you think I would want to watch that? You’re so disgusting!”

Pikes Peak

Obviously, our relationship didn’t last much longer. She was hands down the worst roommate I have ever had and I haven’t once missed living with her. Looking back on it, I want to say that the experience taught me something… but I honestly can’t really think of one good thing she exposed me too. Honestly, she probably corrupted me more than anything else.

Now it’s your turn. Dish. What is one roommate experience you wish you could have avoided?


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Overwhelmed? Not yet, but I may be very soon.

I have two very big goals for the next year: graduate and get married. As luck would have it, both of these events will take place next December. Of course, I am excited to finish my undergrad and marry to the love of my life, but at the same time, the thought of planning a wedding while hurry to finish school a semester early is stressing me out.

I’m so sick of college… My first two years, I was hardcore and took eighteen hours a semester. I think the extra essays and tests are finally starting to catch up with me and I want out. Because I’m so close to being done, I’ve aimed to be done in three and a half years. That means I’m going to have to take several summer classes online, but my goal is to be DONE with my undergraduate degree by December.


Colby and I are planning our wedding for December 23, 2010. Why? Because our church is absolutely gorgeous at Christmas. It’s my absolute favorite time of year and I love Christmas decorations. Having a wedding right before the biggest holiday brings up it’s own difficulties, but I’m still very excited about our date.


I could drown in the details though. There are so many things that to decide between now and the big day. Between the tablecloths, photographer, China, and endless list of things that I have to decide I could very easily get stressed out.

My goal is to stay focused on the end result and not to worry about every little thing. Colby and I will be married. Our two hundred guests will have a fabulous time. In the end, it will not matter if absolutely everything was perfect.

One last time...

Do you guys have any great wedding advice? What was your favorite part of your wedding? Did it go exactly as planned?


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