Goodbyes

From telling all my friends who graduated this year to telling the fiance, I've learned that I am horrible at goodbyes. I think they suck actually, and I would rather just not go through them at all. With most of my friends, I tried avoiding it all together; I know that sounds horrible, but goodbyes scare me, and I start to panic, get sweaty, freak-out, and could possibly faint (okay so they aren't quite that bad, but you get my point). My friend Bethany came into the McDeli before she left the little apple, and I ended up hiding in the back and came out to give her a quick hug and then I dashed off, that's how bad I am.

Saying goodbye to the fiance for the summer was even worse! I always pride myself in not crying, but oh boy, the waterworks never seemed to quit this week. All of a sudden I would be laughing one minute and the next, I would start having tears sliding down my cheeks, and I could not make them stop. The fiance would just chuckle and say something like, "Gaw, grow up, you're such a loser." Okay.... maybe he was more like, "It's okay babe, it will only be for the summer and it will go by quick, plus think about what a great experience this is for you." He was my rock all week.

I was a blubbering mess last night before he left my house. It was really quite funny because I would try to stop and then all of a sudden I'd start sobbing all over again. This morning, when I went to see him at work, I did my best to keep it together, and I was doing really well. We talked a bit, kissed and hugged, and I was getting ready to get in the car, when he went and got me something and dang it, the tears started coming up again, from where I do not know because I thought I was all cried out. He handed me a CD with a paper that had all of the songs he had put on it and why he chose those songs. That's when the waterworks started up and just when I was getting ready to pat myself on the back for doing such a great job. Luckily though, he threw some songs in that made laugh like Crocodile Rock and Pinball Wizard. After my first few tears, I was able to stop so I wouldn't wreck and just started jamming out to my new CD that was made specially with me in mind and was reminded of how great the fiance actually is and it helped me forget all about that awful goodbye.

Texas on My Mind

This summer I'm going to Texas!! I have an internship in the middle of nowhere at boy's summer camp where I will be helping run the foodservice operation. And when I say "helping run", I mean I will be a lunch lady. But as my sister said, a hot lunch lady! Booyah, I'll have a bunch of 8 year-olds having crushes on me, can it get any better?!
In the beginning, I was supposed to go to an awesome internship in Virgina, a short drive away from D.C. where I would be at a large conference center, but after a couple short-lived promises and a lot of bad communication, that fell through. At first, I was heart broken, mainly because I was so psyched to go to this place and be on the East Coast, but also because I was not sure what I was going to do. For my major, we have to have a 400hr internship to graduate, so basically you have to do it over the summer, or take a whole semester off. At this point in time most places already have their intern lined up and since I am getting married next summer (woohoo!) I started freaking out. But God has his own plan and his own timing and always looks over his people, so now I will be fighting off bugs, sleeping in a bunk, and having a great time lying by the lake all while getting paid and getting credit for school!
I know it isn't really what I expected to get as an internship, and I am not sure what it will be like, but I know God will teach me as I am going. Plus, I get to wear a hairnet all summer!!

Stormy Morning

Today is Thursday, which means I have a 6:30 AM lab that lasts 3 hours. Yes that is correct, a very, very long 3 hour lab which starts at 6:30! Since the fiance loves me, he so graciously gets up at 6, comes and picks me up, and takes me to my lab so I do not have to walk the 20 minutes to get to the building.
WELL...today started as any other Thursday, he came and picked me up, dropped me off, and as I was getting out of the car, walking into the building, it started to thunder, which at 6:30 am, doesn't trigger the fact that it is probably going to rain. Then, in the middle of class the storm hits, and I all of the sudden realize, I have neither a jacket nor an umbrella with me!
So as class ends, I had to walk all the way across campus in the rain with only a newspaper to cover my face.
I just got to my class, and I had to spend 5 minutes washing my hands of all the ink that was on them from holding the paper and when I looked up into the mirror I realized.......

THE NEWSPAPER INKED ON MY FACE!

Peeeerrrrrffffeeeecccctt!

Bipolar

Easter Sunday was three days ago. On Easter Sunday, after church and lunch, I laid on a blanket in the park with the fiance, and I got sunburnt. This wasn't the sunburn that fades away in a day, no no no, this was a bad sunburn, which I can still feel everytime I put my bookbag on. It was that hot!
Yesterday as I was walking on camups my mouth would get dry, and I was out of breath going up hills cuz my big-fat-creamy-peanut-butter eating-butt isn't used to this heat yet. It was warm enough that I wore a t-shirt and shorts and didn't care how many people I blinded with my white legs because I haven't fake-baked.
But today, well today my friends, is a much different story. The weatherman tells me its 42 degrees but feels like 34. To me it feels like a good day to eat soup, drink hot cocoa, and snuggle by the fireplace in warm slippers and fuzzy sweaters. Instead I had to walk to class in the wind and rain with only a long sleeve shirt and a jacket on. I was hopeful that it wouldn't get this cold again and packed all of my winter clothes up and sent them home to Mom.
I don't know why I let Kansas weather fool me or why I put hope in it? Why do any of us native Kansans? We all know how Kansas weather is and that it'll snow one day and be 65 degrees the next. Somehow though, each year, we all pack our winter clothes up too early and this weather always comes as a surprise.
Hopefully next time, I won't let this bipolar weather catch me off guard, but as for now...I am just going to avoid being outside as much as possible, do my homework, and eat some creamy peanut butter!

The Fight Between Colors

The fiance and I have decided on yellow as one of the wedding colors! It will be a spring wedding, and I am picturing a fun sunflowery-lemony-sunshiney-type of yellow. Now I just have to figure out the other color, ughh! Right now, I am between either blue or green as my second color.
I have thought about a navy or cobalt or royal as the blue similar to this inspiration board:

The green would be a lime-bright-fun green like these invitations:I can't seem to decide and am in need of some advice! So leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Upset!

I have slowly become addicted to peanut butter. It is my new belief that a spoonful a day, keeps the doctor away. Ok...so maybe I just think it tastes really good. So a couple of weeks ago, I went grocery shopping and grabbed a new jar, so that I wouldn't run out because that would be a tragedy. So yesterday, I go to my new jar, spoon in hand, supper excited! I open the lid and then take the seal off and what do I see.........CHUNKS! I think I had a heart attack at that exact moment. This was not just crunchy peanut butter, no no no, this was Extra-crunchy peanut butter. I tried to take a bite, hoping it would satisfy my need for some creamy peanut butter, but there was no hope! I about threw the jar away I was so upset, but I don't like to waste things, even Extra-Crunchy peanut butter, so I kept it and figured I could give it the roommate or the fiance. Needless to say, last night, I went on a grocery run to get the best kind of peanut butter: Creamy!

Why, Hello Mr. Darcy!

On Saturday night, after I got off of work, I went home and decided to relax, watch tv, and massage my feet! As I was flipping through the channels, I stopped on E! which was playing Pride and Prejudice. I decided to watch what was left of it and really enjoyed it. I have never read the book and now I am excited to go out and read it.

But now, when I talk to myself, I sometimes am talking in a British accent. I don't know why I am doing this and cannot seem to stop. My only explanation for this is because of the movie. I realized I was doing it today as I was putting the way the dishes and thinking about all I had to do today, and I realized, my conscience was talking British. I don't know how to make it stop! I am afraid I am going to open my mouth to talk to a guest at work, my boss, my roommate, a classmate, the fiance, anyone really...and I am going to say something with a British accent. The worst part is: I am terrible at accents and my conscience is too! Hopefully I don't make a fool out of myself, and hopefully no one decides to lock me up in a straight jacket after this crazy confession!