the time has come

I am going to organize my closet. I'm not even going to wait for the new year so I can call it a new years resolution. Nope. I have let blogging distract me long enough. I am just going to do it. Right now.

best Christmas decorations. EVER.

This was just emailed to me. I could not stop laughing. All I know is I really like this woman. I'd like to take her to dinner. Be sure to read her caption below.



"Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after 2 days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down. First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by. Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard."

worlds apart, literally

My dear parents, bless their souls, gave the fam an early Christmas present/graduation present/Josh-is-leaving-soon-on-his-mission present. They timed it perfectly - the whole family was scheduled to depart for a sunny foreign destination 5am Saturday Dec. 12th - the very next day after Rhett and I graduated. What a treat! Rhett and I so needed the getaway after both taking hefty credit loads of 18 and 20 credits, and Rhett still working full time and then some. We were counting down the days, looking forward to some much needed relaxation after a grueling final semester of college. That is, until Rhett's request for time off came back. DENIED. With an added comment, "Shocked you would even ask." Rhett has not been at Zions long enough to accrue any paid time off. But he wasn't asking for paid time off. He was asking for UNpaid time off. Aka saving the company money! An unpaid furlough - exactly what some state companies asked their employees to do as a solution to their budget crisis. {sigh} None of this logic worked on Rhett's grinch of a boss. He's a mean one, Mr. Grinch. He is foul beyond compare.

As the months and weeks got closer to vacation time, we hoped and wished his boss' heart would soften just a tad and he might reconsider. But no. NO GO. Let us not overlook the fact that the trip was pre-paid and since my mom prides herself in finding deals online, nonrefundable, nontransferable. Of course.

So here I sit on the white sandy beaches of Playa Del Carmen, doing absolutely nothing but read the books I've been saving for after graduation, and all the while, Rhett is at home shoveling the foot of snow off the driveway. And in his spare time, he and his friends in Huntsville decided to build this:

They decided to go ahead and build a life-size, no messing around, igloo. Of course they did. I'm not even surprised. He sent me this proud photo from his phone. I love that Rhett. He's so blasted cute I can't even stand it. I love that he is just a little boy at heart, and he always will be. It's one of the things I love about him.

But let's be honest, I would much rather he build me a sand castle here in Mexico than a blasted igloo.

We graduate on Friday!

Let it be known that I took the last final of my college career this morning! I got a 92%. (Hey - I'll take it!) And Rhett took his last final yesterday. Ah, the freedom is so close. We can almost taste it! Graduation is on Friday, and we figured since we are both graduating at the same time from the same school, we are definitely going to walk together. And for heaven's sake, it took us long enough to get here, we are going to make a celebration of it!

Do we look different now that we {almost} have our bachelor's degrees?

just because it made me smile

As I was searching google for a good lightbulb image to include in a final presentation for my senior thesis class tomorrow night, I stumbled upon this.

And since you've all been pondering about what in the world to get me for Christmas, let me make it easy for you.

<--------a real life version of this.

Bulbous eyes mandatory. (obvious)

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I think I'll name him Brutus or Spike, what do you think?

I'm open to suggestions.