Well, it seems that you won't have to wait until Wednesday......I just got off the phone with "Rob" and apparently he met another girl and has been having a pretty intense experience in the week that I was gone. I am actually fine with it, because this just allows me to fully embrace my life in Salt Lake and cut all ties with Provo! I was humored by the fact that this happened; my life is on a continuous reel of "pure luck" or "I Love Lucy". Sure I find myself in many interesting and often embarrassing situations, but at least I can laugh about it. I guess more "mature" men are overrated after all. I will put my new amount of free time towards going to the gym for a couple of hours, and re-commit myself to becoming beach worthy by the time that I have my summer vacation in July. I'm not sure where the road to my life will lead, but apparently it is going to be one wild ride!
Dating you either love it or hate it! At this point in my life I have to say the scene is getting to be pretty lame. I'm sick of all the drama. Whatever happened to honesty? I have come to the conclusion that as time goes by my understanding of the male species is getting more and more confused! Over my birthday week I had come to the conclusion that "Rob" was blowing me off, because he didn't call me on my birthday. It turned out to be fine he called me on Friday and we talked. Tod thought the convo was pretty funny as he repeated himself at least a zillion times. But let's fast forward to Easter Sunday. He told me to give him a call on Easter, but I decided text messaging is a girl's best friend (most of the time!). So I just sent off a text that said Happy easter, yada, yada, yada. He doesn't respond until he gives me a call on my cell at about 11:30. I was in bed awake, and not able to sleep due to my overly sensitive female mind.......so I pick up the phone and he talks to me for about five minutes and then drops the " well you haven't really even been in Salt Lake to settle in yet!" "You'll have to give me a call and let me know how things are going!" WOW. Well I suppose in retrospect it isn't as bad as "keep in touch" but close, right? I decided that maybe he is just clueless about how to talk to a girl on the phone. So, since I will be in Provo on Wednesday night to see Troy, and pick up some mail; I left him a voicemail this morning (Monday) to let him know that I would be around on Wednesday night. The real question weighing on my mind is.....a. Is he blowing me off? b. Is he just one of those guys that hates talking on the phone? c. Has he made a new addition to his 18-23 year old fan club? or d. ALL OF THE ABOVE? I guess that's the disadvantage of growing impatient, I'm no longer in the mood to waste time on something that isn't going to go anywhere. On the other hand he is a good guy, I thought before that he did like me, but now I'm second guessing myself. What's a girl to do??? Well I guess I'm at the mercy of my cell for now, if he wants to blow me off....my consolation is that at least I will know by Wednesday what the latest is. Don't worry for now I will follow 2 Pac's advice and keep my head up. I'll keep on keep'n on! ^^
Well everyone, as I celebrate my birth I felt it only appropriate to post the "latest" in my dating adventures. "Rob" and I met the same weekend that I found my new place in Salt Lake. We've been having a lot of fun getting to know each other. Although if pressed I'm not sure that he would say that we are dating. With that in mind I have no idea where this is headed. I am just enjoying my life and living it to the fullest. I think that it is funny because normally most of you would agree that I date "pretty boys" and "sharks". Rob however doesn't fall into either category, and if you must know I didn't even kiss him until our sixth or seventh date. I'm not really sure how to behave since most guys are all about the "action". I have decided that I am trying to turn over a new leaf and let Rob open my door, kiss my forehead good-night and convince myself that vulnerability is a good thing. So it is on this new venture that I embark. Where I find myself liking a good guy, and actually getting to know him. I hear a few snorts and chuckles in the background....duly noted, but after all I'm am still pretty innocent and naive right?
This weekend I moved to Salt Lake City. I am excited to be in such a cute house in the "sugarhouse" area. I really don't have a lot of worldly possessions so it didn't take that much time. Troy was a huge help as I can't lift anything heavy yet with my wrist. He helped take apart my bed and drive the moving truck. This weekend was pretty busy! Conference was amazing, I missed the Saturday sessions because of the move, but I was able to catch both Sunday sessions. Later that night I hung out with some of my old BYU roommates. They love to tell stories about when they were in labor. LOL. They are pretty funny girls.....So I am anticipating my upcoming birthday and a trip to Orofino, Idaho to visit Tod, Annatha, and Fox. I am pretty excited to see them on Friday. Time really has flown by this year!
Well I am known for being spontaneous. But dear reader, I have to admit that as exotic as a "shattered" wrist sounds, it's not all autographs and limelight. It is a good conversation starter......and most guys that can't think of anything original will ask me what happened to my arm. I hope you enjoy the xrays. I thought you might like it! Now the cast is off and I sport a very sleek velcro brace with laces. I love it! My scar isn't pretty but I'm told vitamin E oil works wonders? Well good night!
Well I decided to go snowboarding a second time. I had a lot of fun for the first part of the day, but I decided to make one last run, before leaving the resort. So I was learning how to turn from my friend and well I was going really fast and lost control of my board. For those of you that know me well, you can easily imagine the turn of events. All of the sudden I felt myself falling backwards. My head thudded on the icy slope and all of my weight landed on my wright wrist. Truthfully I was a little stunned, and I realized that perhaps something was a little wrong with my wrist. When my snowboarding instructor pulled off my glove I held back explicatives that came to mind, (after all this is a family resort!). It hurt pretty bad, but since I have no experience with bodily injury I thought it could be a sprain. My instructor boarded down the slope to get the ski patrol medic to look at it. I am proud to mention dear reader, that no tears were shed! I informed the medic that since it was only my wrist could I ride on the back of the snowmobile other than laying down on the dorky sled attached? He agreed that I could salvage my remaining pride, and offered me a lift down the mountain. I used some snow as an ice pack and met my friends at the lodge. We proceeded to go to the car, and I even managed to carry my board. We debated going to Cafe Rio for dinner, but I decided maybe we should get my wrist checked in the off chance that it wasn't a sprain. We arrived at the IHC urgent care, and at this point I was just trying to relax and listen to my ipod nano. The dr. on staff that weekend was "Dr. Pepper" he took one look at my wrist and said"hmmm I don't like the look of this." So I ended up getting x rays. Which you will find on the blog for your benefit. Upon examining them further he told me that he didn't recommend going to any parties that night. He called the local hospital and had the orthopedic surgeon paiged and we headed to the ER for a little weekend fun. I ended up having to wait for surgery, becuase my surgeon didn't want to miss the super bowl. So by Tuesday I was more than ready to get it over with. I am now fully equipped with two bars and eight screws. Hopefully when I fly out of Salt Lake on Friday I wont set off any metal detectors. I will continue my story a little later.......
Dear faithful reader, Prior to public opinion, I'm alive and well in Salt Lake City. Since my January posting, which I admit was a couple of months ago, give or take I have had what I will call a series of unfortunate events! I'll let the pictures do the talking. As most of you know I took up snowboarding in January, but after my first time up, (I had neglected to wear long socks) I had rubbed my legs raw and they had become infected. So I put off boarding for a couple of weeks. I was still determined to conquer the sport and as you read on dear reader, you will find my journey unfold.
I dedicate this blog to those that love life and aren't afraid to dream big........anything is possible! So to all my friends and family that scatter the vast global community.....I promise to post the minute and sometimes exciting days of my life. I may not be brilliant or beautiful.....but my friends say that I do have a good portion of wit and sassafras!