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In One Year’s Time

Yesterday was mine and T.J.’s first anniversary. I’m actually not sure what I want to write in this post. Clearly it has been an incredible year.

The best.

I have learned so much. About myself, T.J., and our relationship. One of most interesting things I have learned though is that love continues to grow. I guess I thought when you are in a relationship, it starts with a crush, then you “like” them, and then love them. I thought love was the last plateau and it just stopped once you got there. But through our marriage, the good times and the hard times, serving T.J. and becoming his eternal partner, my love has grown immensely and it just keeps growing. It’s really incredible.

Here’s to our first year and countless more. Love you, T.

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This is how it feels…

Okay, maybe I stole the title of this post from Hannah’s blog, but it was a great one and she’s probably excited that I loved it so much I wanted to copy it.

Since we’re talking about Hannah, may I just say that I love her BUT I do not like that she has left me. So the consensus is:

Friends don’t let friends leave forever.

That’s why my goal is to convince her to come back here in the fall.

On a similar note, another best friend is leaving me. On Thursday at 8 pm. Yes, I am talking about Michael Scott. I’m serious. I really am sad. Last night I re-watched the proposal scene and musical tribute the group sang to Michael last week. Adding that to a few previews of this week’s episode, I cried. FULL out cried.

I wish there was a way I could convince him to come back in the fall too.

So, that’s my life. Two of my closest friends are abandoning me, and so I am forced to watch Vitamin C’s Friend’s Forever music video over and over.

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Chasing Pavements

I love thunderstorms in Utah. I think I love them so much just because they don’t occur often. So when we have a good, warm rain, I feel like my skin can finally breathe again.

But there’s one downside to rain:

Worms.

I hate worms. I hate how they’re everywhere after a rainstorm.

When I was a kid, there would be lots of worms in our garage after a big rain. I would have my Dad carry me to the car because I was so grossed out by them. Even if I had shoes, I hated thinking worm guts would be on my soles.

So, this morning when I was walking to school, I noticed something horrible. Worms. Everywhere, because of that big storm we had last night. So I had a choice: Walk normally and step on worms, leaving wormy residue on my shoes OR look like an idiot and avoid each and every worm.

I chose the latter.

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Summer Sun

The summer before last, my family and I went to Fort Myers, Florida for two weeks. We spent the days on Sanibel and Captiva Islands. We saw dolphins, found star fish, swam out to sand bars, rode bikes, walked on trails filled with alligators. It was hot, humid, and a great time with my family. I can just see myself now walking across that burning boardwalk in Miami with my siblings and eating at the Bubble Room in Captiva.

I wish we could go back. Today.

 

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Birthday Blair

Well, well, well. Today is Blair Margaret Murphy’s Birthday. She is 22 years old. Seems just like yesterday, it was her 14th birthday and she was falling down the steps at the Levee in her chunky heals and short flares. Sadly, time has moved very fast and another year has past where I am not celebrating with her. Everyone needs a Mormon to celebrate with them on their birthday, don’t you think?

Some of the best times of my life have been with Blair.

Spring Break ’06: We were on an island in Florida. Turned out that the only boys on the island were retired old men or middle school/elementary kids. I didn’t have a problem with either of them (joking) and so I tried to get Blair to go hang out with the middle schoolers when she was deathly ill from the sun.

Spring Break ’07: Cocoa Beach. Need I say more?

Music videos and our stand up comedy that was suspiciously destroyed/lost.

Working at Snowie together.

The night before my wedding.

My 6th grade birthday party when Blair yelled at Rachel for jumping on the trampoline too long.

Walks up to Convenient for ice-cream.

 

I could go on and on. But the best part about Blair is that we can go for months without seeing each other and then when we finally do get to meet up, it’s like no time had gone by. She’s been a great friend since 4th grade and I hope she had a great birthday and has an amazing new year. Blair is starting med school this year, so it’s going to be a big one!

Love you lots!

xo xo,

Katie

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Camera in a Bag

Today’s memory of the day is from two summers ago. Blair, Anna, and I wanted to take pictures at the pool. Underwater. But our cameras were not waterproof, so Blair had the brilliant idea to put her camera (not mine) in a few ziplock bags. Worked like a charm. A bit cloudy, but still fun.

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Round my hometown, memories are fresh.

Isn’t it interesting how we feel such pride and love for our hometowns? We didn’t necessarily grow up in any place unusual or unique, nor do we hope to grow old in these towns; but if someone tries to tell us why their hometowns were the best, we immediately step up and set them straight.

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Brother for Sale, Only 50 Cents!

[Sidebar: Sorry for always using this photo. I don’t have access to other ones, plus this one is pretty funny, so I’m actually doing you a favor by posting it.]

I loved making money as a kid. Lemonade stands. Babysitting. Searching the house for coins. Begging for money. You name it.

Another favorite was the classic book sale. I’d set up the card table in the basement, get my dad’s cool calculator that printed receipts (which I’d get in trouble for not putting back), and apply stickers all over books as price tags. Books that my parents already owned.

My parents were kind so they “bought” a few books to make me happy.

Maybe I should try to “sell” books again when I graduate if I can’t find a job.

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Beach Hair

I miss the sun.

I miss the smell of sunscreen.

I miss having knotty hair from the chlorine and salt water.

I miss the clothes.

I miss the tan.

I miss the adventures.

How many days till summer?

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In [three] years time

Three years ago, I was a little freshman in Harris Hall over in the dorms. January came upon us and, for all of you who don’t know what that meant, all I can say is LOST.

Yes, LOST was starting back up and I didn’t have my usual crowd from back home to watch it with me. So, one thing led to another and my Visiting Teachee’s roommate said,

I’ll watch LOST! Let’s be best friends!

And so we did. And we were.

This best friend of mine turned 22 years old today. I want to wish Hannah, my multicultural friend (pick your favorite: Asian, Mexican, Eskimo-an, South African, British) who I watched LOST with just three years ago, a very happy Birthday!

Our friendship is unique. It just works. We compliment each other and always have a ball together. Whether it’s to share the latest gossip… er… I mean…news, to stay up all night and watch old movies, cleaning our rooms (but mostly Hannah’s room), seeing midnight movies, going on road trips, Facebook stalking, or wedding planning, Hannah’s been the best!

So, here’s to you, Hannah! Thanks for watching Lost with me. Thanks for not making fun of me when I cry all the time, letting me clean your room, teaching me how to make cupcake bites, taking me to Easter dinner that one time, helping me Facebook stalk, not getting mad when I don’t plan anything ahead, being the best Maid of Honor, exposing me to Ingrid, taking so many classes with me through the years, not judging me when I got food out of the vending machines during church, getting me to go the gym, introducing me to our newest bestie (hint: starts with a Shoe and ends with a Kria), letting me eat all of your popcorn balls last Halloween, speaking in abreves, sparking my addiction with the Pie Hole and everything that goes with Pushing Daisies, sharing your “candy” water with me-however gross it was, studying late in the library with me, and g-chatting with me every afternoon.

You’re the best and I hope you have a wonderful year!

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