Driving home from a well loved cafe near our apartment with my car smelling like delicious Mexican food, I was taken aback yet again by the gorgeous catalina mountains. It was pitch black outside and rather chilly at 76 degrees. I was wearing my favorite gray hoodie, listening to a song which had some beautiful piano solos, and I had my breath stolen once again. You couldn't see the depth of the mountains with their intricate dips and slopes, yet you could see their jagged ridges. Whereas the night sky was pitch black, the mountains looked royal blue under the dark night sky.
You know, I have lived here for almost 6 months which is absolutely insane to think about. I was so worried that the mountains would lose their splendor, that I would get too used to seeing them and their once magical effect over me would slowly but surely diminish. Tonight, I was once again humbled and silenced by their beauty. Every night, the stars and moon illuminate the mountains and saguaros. I love how silent it is. Even though we live near Tucson and can always see it's busy life, the second nightfall hits, our neighborhood is enveloped in silence. It is so beautiful and peaceful. I can honestly say, I have never been so happy on such a consistent basis in my entire life. I am always happy here. I love our life and can't wait to continue building it together.
I hope that a few years down the road, I am still taken aback by the gorgeous mountains and that I am still silenced while in their presence. I hope it still makes me thank God that He led me here, that He gave me such a wonderful gift: my husband, and that I never forget how truly beautiful life can be.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
One Amazing Lady
Holidays are always the hardest. Easter is coming up in only a few days and I have been struggling for weeks now.
I have been blessed with many amazing people in my life. I can honestly say that without them I couldn't have made through half of my life. One person in particular always stands apart in my mind: Lammy. Lams was never the ordinary grandmother- she helped my mom raise me and did much more of her fair share. She still played up the grandmother role, but to me Lammy was my second mom. I went to her for everything- be it school, cooking, knitting, family/friend troubles, and especially relationship troubles as I got older. She was always there for me- she definitely might not have agreed with all of it, but she was there.
Lammy passed away on November 23, 2009. I had recently started dating Dylan and I knew very early on that dating him would be life changing. I remember talking to Lammy on the phone and telling her about Dylan, about how different he was than all the others, and how I knew that he was going to change my life. She listened to me as always and I could almost hear her smiling through the phone. Dylan and I visited Lammy in the rehab center (to help her after her many hospital visits) and they hit it off. Dylan talked about his grandmother and life in Kentucky, Lammy talked about life in Ohio and I think they were pleasantly surprised by how much they had in common. A nurse brought in her lunch and she made a "rat nose". They gave her the wrong juice. Dylan hopped up and asked what kind of juice she wanted, "cranberry" she replied, and out the door he went on a search for cranberry juice. I turned to look at Lammy and said, "well...what do you think?" Right as she was about to answer Dylan came in the door carrying a big cup of cranberry juice, as he set it down in front of her and turned around to come sit next to me, Lammy gave a big smile and a thumbs up. That's all I needed. My family was never as sure of Dylan as I was- "give it some time, Katie" "it's too early to tell" "you really think you are going to marry him? just wait until you go long distance- you'll find out pretty quick". As disheartening as all those statements were (and I got them constantly), I just let them roll off my back- I had the only approval I wanted- and that was Lammy's thumbs up.
I was in spanish class when I found out. I checked my phone to see what time it was and noticed that my mom had called multiple times, then a text message: "call me back as soon you get this". She didn't even have to tell me- my heart had already dropped into my stomach. I remember walking out of the classroom right in the middle of lecture and going straight into the stairwell. "Mom?" "Honey, its time. You need to come home...it's Lammy." "What? I just talked to her a couple of days ago.." "The doctors say that there isn't much time left." I broke down. I always thought of Lammy not just as a grandmother, but as a mom. I was just told that my Lammy, my other "mom" was going to die. I called Dylan, sobbing and told him that I needed him to pick me up. I walked back into my classroom, packed up my stuff, told my professor that I didn't know when I would be back, and left. Dylan picked me up a few minutes later and held my hand the entire way to my apartment. "I am driving you up there." "What? But you have class" "I don't care. This is more important." He walked me up the stairs of my townhouse and packed my bag for me as I talked to my Dad for the first time in months. Back in the car we went- Dylan holding my hand and me sobbing.
We walked in the hospital- I knew that place too well. We walked up the stairs and saw my family- Papa turned around and got up, shook Dylan's hand "thank you, Dylan for bringing her home." I went into Lammy's room. "Katie, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" A mom as always. "No Lams, its break. I came to see you!" I held her hand and we talked about everything. That wouldn't be the first time I was called home and Dylan came with me each and every time. I'm not sure how many times we went back and forth. I barely remember my fall of junior year. All I know is that I would have never survived it had it not been for Dylan, Patti, and Kirsten.
Lams finally came back home, but we knew she wouldn't be with us for long. Hospice told us that she would make it through the holidays. It was Thanksgiving week- Lams was doing fairly well with eating, but still getting weaker. Hospice was staying full-time around the clock.
November 22, 2009. All she wanted was some cream of wheat with a little sugar in it. I sat in the room with her, feeding her spoonfuls of cream of wheat. With each bite she gave a little smirk and "mmmm". Then it hit me. I knew that it would be the last time I would ever see her. I'm not sure why I thought that, but I knew that it was her last day. I brought in a cherry popsicle and started asking questions. I realized that this was the time to ask because I would never be able to again. "Lams, how many stitches do you cast on for a baby's blanket?" "161". "How do you potty train a baby? What age do you start?" "Around 2. Every three hours stick them on the pot and don't let them get up until they have done something." "Lams, what if I have a picky eater? How do I deal with that?" "Starve them out- you are not a short order cook." My family began to dissipate and it was only me, Lams, Papa, and Ryan left. It was time to head out, but I couldn't bring myself to leave her. I needed the time with her. I held her hand and memorized the way it felt- her once strong hands were now feeble, but still as soft as always. I memorized how her hair smelled like baby powder, her voice, everything about her. I told her that I loved her...constantly; then I left. The next morning my mom got a phone call and rushed out the door. I knew what that meant. Lammy was in a final coma. I took Ryan out to eat at Mimi's. He had been through enough the past few months and I wanted him to open up and talk- holding everything in isn't healthy. The phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was mom. That same feeling I had in the stairwell was back. I picked up the phone and didn't say a word. "Katie? She is gone honey."
I can't remember the next few days. I drove down to Tech, but I don't remember actually driving. I stayed for the weekend, then Dylan and I drove back for Lammy's funeral. We got to the viewing a little late. To be honest, Dylan had to talk me into driving back up to NOVA. I didn't want to go. We got to the funeral home and Dylan couldn't bring himself to go in- he couldn't handle seeing her. I understood that more than he ever knew. I didn't want to be there in the first place. One of the arguments always used against Dylan was that "no one would ever forget me walking into the funeral home alone with Dylan sitting in the car." As much as I was tired of hearing arguments against him, I didn't care. Each time someone brought/brings that up I just want to scream at them: "want to know what I will NEVER forget? I will never forget how he drove me 5 hours to see my dying grandmother; I will never forget how he stayed with me for weeks, sacrificing his grades and forgoing the ability to graduate in December like he was supposed to; I will never forget how he held my hand the entire way through the hardest part of all of this: the month before she passed away; I will never forget Dylan building the tv stand for the living room so she could watch tv, setting up everything to make sure it would work; I will never forget him bringing dinners to my family because we could barely do it for ourselves; I will never forget him getting up at 5 am and driving to walmart because he realized that no one bought deionized water for Lammy's breathing machine; I will never forget him holding her hand and talking with her when everyone wanted a break for lunch etc. So before you even start nitpicking at the ONE THING he didn't do- try looking at all the things he did and take your head out of your ass." The viewing and funeral were a blur. The one thing I do remember was seeing Lammy, smirking to myself and thinking, "oh Lams...you would be so pissed right now if you could see what they did to your face." I know they tried to make her look like herself, but at that point I realized- that woman wasn't Lammy. I also remember Aunt Teeny (Lammy's sister) saying, "why couldn't it be me, instead?" then her daughter, Joan, making quite possibly the funniest remark of the night: "well Mom, it's cause the devil don't want chya and the Good Lord isn't ready for ya yet." Needless to say, we all got a good laugh at that one.
Easter is a few days away and Lammy is constantly on my mind. I remember her laughing at the stuffed Easter bunny she bought that's cheeks lit up as it shook with laughter then finally saying "that tickles" which of course we always joked that it said "bad pickles." I remember her filling all the plastic Easter eggs with candy and Papa hiding them in the backyard. I remember her making me eat the Easter ham- her never letting up and me gagging down each bite (disturbing, yet a very fond memory). I remember her bringing out the Easter baskets and smiling as all of our eyes lit up to see the huge baskets, overflowing with Easter candy and little gifts.
This is Dylan and my first Easter together- we are celebrating with Dylan's family on Saturday and then just the two of us on Sunday. Now I have hundreds of questions to ask. Since I still refuse to eat ham, how long do I need to let the roast thaw before Easter? What kind of string do I use to tie it up? How did you hide all the Easter stuff from Papa so that he couldn't see what you got him as I am trying to hide all of the Easter stuff from Dylan.. What type of chocolate bunny did you always put on the Easter cake? Where did the Easter cake come from? How do you make the cheesy potatoes? I am trying so hard to bring back what Easter used to be like before Lammy passed away. So far our Easter schedule is: church, breakfast, giving each other the Easter baskets, making a big dinner, and maybe having a movie marathon in the middle of it all. All I know is that I wish I had my Lams to guide me through it all. I want to be just like her and those are pretty big shoes to fill.
Dylan and I are getting married in a little over 100 days. I know Lams will be there in spirit, but I wish she could be there in person to see me walk down the aisle. My bouquet will be wrapped in the fabric and lace from her wedding dress and my something borrowed is her kerchief, still stained with her lipstick, that she used on her wedding day. Of course with this comes a million other questions- "do we capitalize the year on the invitations? do we write honor or honour?"
Lammy was one amazing lady. Everything she did was always performed with style and grace and I hope to God I can be even half as amazing as she. I miss you, Lams.
I have been blessed with many amazing people in my life. I can honestly say that without them I couldn't have made through half of my life. One person in particular always stands apart in my mind: Lammy. Lams was never the ordinary grandmother- she helped my mom raise me and did much more of her fair share. She still played up the grandmother role, but to me Lammy was my second mom. I went to her for everything- be it school, cooking, knitting, family/friend troubles, and especially relationship troubles as I got older. She was always there for me- she definitely might not have agreed with all of it, but she was there.
Lammy passed away on November 23, 2009. I had recently started dating Dylan and I knew very early on that dating him would be life changing. I remember talking to Lammy on the phone and telling her about Dylan, about how different he was than all the others, and how I knew that he was going to change my life. She listened to me as always and I could almost hear her smiling through the phone. Dylan and I visited Lammy in the rehab center (to help her after her many hospital visits) and they hit it off. Dylan talked about his grandmother and life in Kentucky, Lammy talked about life in Ohio and I think they were pleasantly surprised by how much they had in common. A nurse brought in her lunch and she made a "rat nose". They gave her the wrong juice. Dylan hopped up and asked what kind of juice she wanted, "cranberry" she replied, and out the door he went on a search for cranberry juice. I turned to look at Lammy and said, "well...what do you think?" Right as she was about to answer Dylan came in the door carrying a big cup of cranberry juice, as he set it down in front of her and turned around to come sit next to me, Lammy gave a big smile and a thumbs up. That's all I needed. My family was never as sure of Dylan as I was- "give it some time, Katie" "it's too early to tell" "you really think you are going to marry him? just wait until you go long distance- you'll find out pretty quick". As disheartening as all those statements were (and I got them constantly), I just let them roll off my back- I had the only approval I wanted- and that was Lammy's thumbs up.
I was in spanish class when I found out. I checked my phone to see what time it was and noticed that my mom had called multiple times, then a text message: "call me back as soon you get this". She didn't even have to tell me- my heart had already dropped into my stomach. I remember walking out of the classroom right in the middle of lecture and going straight into the stairwell. "Mom?" "Honey, its time. You need to come home...it's Lammy." "What? I just talked to her a couple of days ago.." "The doctors say that there isn't much time left." I broke down. I always thought of Lammy not just as a grandmother, but as a mom. I was just told that my Lammy, my other "mom" was going to die. I called Dylan, sobbing and told him that I needed him to pick me up. I walked back into my classroom, packed up my stuff, told my professor that I didn't know when I would be back, and left. Dylan picked me up a few minutes later and held my hand the entire way to my apartment. "I am driving you up there." "What? But you have class" "I don't care. This is more important." He walked me up the stairs of my townhouse and packed my bag for me as I talked to my Dad for the first time in months. Back in the car we went- Dylan holding my hand and me sobbing.
We walked in the hospital- I knew that place too well. We walked up the stairs and saw my family- Papa turned around and got up, shook Dylan's hand "thank you, Dylan for bringing her home." I went into Lammy's room. "Katie, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" A mom as always. "No Lams, its break. I came to see you!" I held her hand and we talked about everything. That wouldn't be the first time I was called home and Dylan came with me each and every time. I'm not sure how many times we went back and forth. I barely remember my fall of junior year. All I know is that I would have never survived it had it not been for Dylan, Patti, and Kirsten.
Lams finally came back home, but we knew she wouldn't be with us for long. Hospice told us that she would make it through the holidays. It was Thanksgiving week- Lams was doing fairly well with eating, but still getting weaker. Hospice was staying full-time around the clock.
November 22, 2009. All she wanted was some cream of wheat with a little sugar in it. I sat in the room with her, feeding her spoonfuls of cream of wheat. With each bite she gave a little smirk and "mmmm". Then it hit me. I knew that it would be the last time I would ever see her. I'm not sure why I thought that, but I knew that it was her last day. I brought in a cherry popsicle and started asking questions. I realized that this was the time to ask because I would never be able to again. "Lams, how many stitches do you cast on for a baby's blanket?" "161". "How do you potty train a baby? What age do you start?" "Around 2. Every three hours stick them on the pot and don't let them get up until they have done something." "Lams, what if I have a picky eater? How do I deal with that?" "Starve them out- you are not a short order cook." My family began to dissipate and it was only me, Lams, Papa, and Ryan left. It was time to head out, but I couldn't bring myself to leave her. I needed the time with her. I held her hand and memorized the way it felt- her once strong hands were now feeble, but still as soft as always. I memorized how her hair smelled like baby powder, her voice, everything about her. I told her that I loved her...constantly; then I left. The next morning my mom got a phone call and rushed out the door. I knew what that meant. Lammy was in a final coma. I took Ryan out to eat at Mimi's. He had been through enough the past few months and I wanted him to open up and talk- holding everything in isn't healthy. The phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was mom. That same feeling I had in the stairwell was back. I picked up the phone and didn't say a word. "Katie? She is gone honey."
I can't remember the next few days. I drove down to Tech, but I don't remember actually driving. I stayed for the weekend, then Dylan and I drove back for Lammy's funeral. We got to the viewing a little late. To be honest, Dylan had to talk me into driving back up to NOVA. I didn't want to go. We got to the funeral home and Dylan couldn't bring himself to go in- he couldn't handle seeing her. I understood that more than he ever knew. I didn't want to be there in the first place. One of the arguments always used against Dylan was that "no one would ever forget me walking into the funeral home alone with Dylan sitting in the car." As much as I was tired of hearing arguments against him, I didn't care. Each time someone brought/brings that up I just want to scream at them: "want to know what I will NEVER forget? I will never forget how he drove me 5 hours to see my dying grandmother; I will never forget how he stayed with me for weeks, sacrificing his grades and forgoing the ability to graduate in December like he was supposed to; I will never forget how he held my hand the entire way through the hardest part of all of this: the month before she passed away; I will never forget Dylan building the tv stand for the living room so she could watch tv, setting up everything to make sure it would work; I will never forget him bringing dinners to my family because we could barely do it for ourselves; I will never forget him getting up at 5 am and driving to walmart because he realized that no one bought deionized water for Lammy's breathing machine; I will never forget him holding her hand and talking with her when everyone wanted a break for lunch etc. So before you even start nitpicking at the ONE THING he didn't do- try looking at all the things he did and take your head out of your ass." The viewing and funeral were a blur. The one thing I do remember was seeing Lammy, smirking to myself and thinking, "oh Lams...you would be so pissed right now if you could see what they did to your face." I know they tried to make her look like herself, but at that point I realized- that woman wasn't Lammy. I also remember Aunt Teeny (Lammy's sister) saying, "why couldn't it be me, instead?" then her daughter, Joan, making quite possibly the funniest remark of the night: "well Mom, it's cause the devil don't want chya and the Good Lord isn't ready for ya yet." Needless to say, we all got a good laugh at that one.
Easter is a few days away and Lammy is constantly on my mind. I remember her laughing at the stuffed Easter bunny she bought that's cheeks lit up as it shook with laughter then finally saying "that tickles" which of course we always joked that it said "bad pickles." I remember her filling all the plastic Easter eggs with candy and Papa hiding them in the backyard. I remember her making me eat the Easter ham- her never letting up and me gagging down each bite (disturbing, yet a very fond memory). I remember her bringing out the Easter baskets and smiling as all of our eyes lit up to see the huge baskets, overflowing with Easter candy and little gifts.
This is Dylan and my first Easter together- we are celebrating with Dylan's family on Saturday and then just the two of us on Sunday. Now I have hundreds of questions to ask. Since I still refuse to eat ham, how long do I need to let the roast thaw before Easter? What kind of string do I use to tie it up? How did you hide all the Easter stuff from Papa so that he couldn't see what you got him as I am trying to hide all of the Easter stuff from Dylan.. What type of chocolate bunny did you always put on the Easter cake? Where did the Easter cake come from? How do you make the cheesy potatoes? I am trying so hard to bring back what Easter used to be like before Lammy passed away. So far our Easter schedule is: church, breakfast, giving each other the Easter baskets, making a big dinner, and maybe having a movie marathon in the middle of it all. All I know is that I wish I had my Lams to guide me through it all. I want to be just like her and those are pretty big shoes to fill.
Dylan and I are getting married in a little over 100 days. I know Lams will be there in spirit, but I wish she could be there in person to see me walk down the aisle. My bouquet will be wrapped in the fabric and lace from her wedding dress and my something borrowed is her kerchief, still stained with her lipstick, that she used on her wedding day. Of course with this comes a million other questions- "do we capitalize the year on the invitations? do we write honor or honour?"
Lammy was one amazing lady. Everything she did was always performed with style and grace and I hope to God I can be even half as amazing as she. I miss you, Lams.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
"Is it whole wheat?"... "No but its wholey delicious"
I just got back from a week in NOVA. Whats funny is that I find more a culture shock going back to NOVA than moving from NOVA to Arizona. It was great seeing everyone, planning ridiculous amounts of wedding stuff, and simply enjoying spending time with my mom. I will admit though, I was giddy once I got back to AZ- especially after the horrendous flight. I was supposed to get back to AZ by 7:15, Dylan would cook dinner, and we were supposed to have a date night. Well my flight from IAD to DFW arrived on time. I got off the plane, got on the train to the A terminal and realized that I had to board the next plane in 3 minutes. Yay for sprinting through Dallas airport! Anyways right when I got to the gate they said the gate had been moved [insert more sprinting here] when I got to the new gate it said the flight was delayed for an hour. Crap. My phone had died earlier but luckily I had enough juice to text Dylan: DELAYED PICK UP 8. Well boarding at 7:05 changed to boarding at 7:45. Once we all got on the plane we found out that someone had taken something off of it and we had to wait to get the instrument back. Once the tool was delivered we had to re-fuel. Two hours later we took off. The flight should have taken 1 hr 59 minutes... 2 1/2 hours later (because of storms in the midwest) and after the captain saying "to our right it arkansas" then an hour or so later "we are currently over mexico"...we touched down in my beautiful Tucson :)
115 more days until we get married! August 7th here we come!
The current bafflement of the Scott/White household is the mysterious stain that appears on almost all of Dylan's work shirts. It looks like oil but I have washed them several times and the stains are just not budging. If Lams were still alive I would be calling her in a heartbeat because being superwoman, Lams knew how to get ANYTHING out of clothes- no matter how long the stain had set etc.
This morning Dylan and I sat down to whole wheat blueberry pancakes :) A few minutes later I noticed that Dylan spilled a little maple syrup on his shirt. Goodbye shirt no.1. He went into our bedroom and came out with his favorite white shirt on then noticed that the mysterious stain was on it. Off with shirt number two. At this point he was getting pretty frustrated and Lord knows I was getting irritated to see that another shirt had been compromised by the infamous stain. I sat on our bed trying to get a better idea about what said stain could be. While putting on shirt no.3, Dylan spoke of his frustration with going through two shirts before the day had even started and was interrupted by a pop, then "dammnit!". I looked up to see Dylan throwing the shirt on the ground and heading back into closet for shirt no.4 (a button had popped off). At this point I started howling which made Dylan shake his head and begin to laugh.
Just one of those days :)
115 more days until we get married! August 7th here we come!
The current bafflement of the Scott/White household is the mysterious stain that appears on almost all of Dylan's work shirts. It looks like oil but I have washed them several times and the stains are just not budging. If Lams were still alive I would be calling her in a heartbeat because being superwoman, Lams knew how to get ANYTHING out of clothes- no matter how long the stain had set etc.
This morning Dylan and I sat down to whole wheat blueberry pancakes :) A few minutes later I noticed that Dylan spilled a little maple syrup on his shirt. Goodbye shirt no.1. He went into our bedroom and came out with his favorite white shirt on then noticed that the mysterious stain was on it. Off with shirt number two. At this point he was getting pretty frustrated and Lord knows I was getting irritated to see that another shirt had been compromised by the infamous stain. I sat on our bed trying to get a better idea about what said stain could be. While putting on shirt no.3, Dylan spoke of his frustration with going through two shirts before the day had even started and was interrupted by a pop, then "dammnit!". I looked up to see Dylan throwing the shirt on the ground and heading back into closet for shirt no.4 (a button had popped off). At this point I started howling which made Dylan shake his head and begin to laugh.
Just one of those days :)
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tucson: The Other Love of My Life
One of my favorite things about Tucson is the scenery. If you are even the slightest bit of an out-doorsy person then Tucson/Arizona may just be your heaven. Each morning, I walk out of our apartment and am greeted by the gorgeous Catalina mountains. I always felt that it was too easy to get sucked into your own world living in NOVA. I never had a reminder of just how big the world is and how small my part was in it. Not saying that I like to be belittled, but its nice to have your head pulled out of a certain place every once in a while. Too many times I forgot to enjoy life and appreciate the things around me. I was too concerned with finding the best way to beat Fairfax traffic, or racing someone to find the best parking spot at the grocery. It's amazing how quickly a person can change and become drone-like when living in that type of an environment. Sorry if you feel like I'm ragging on NOVA, but lets call a spade a spade. NOVA is a fantastic place to live for certain people. Not saying they are good or bad, but NOVA is much more suitable for the entrepreneur or the work-to-live type of person. Not me. I craved to be constantly reminded of the world's beauty, the fascination of others' cultures, and the way of a slightly slower lifestyle.
If I had to describe AZ in one word it would be: humbling. Ever have one of those experiences where you are presented with so much beauty it just takes your breath away and silences you? Arizona does that to me everyday. I live at the base of the Catalina mountains and am 5 minutes from some of the best hiking in Tucson. Hiking in Sabino Canyon is one of the most humbling experiences of my life. Every other Saturday or so, Dylan and I venture out early in the morning and start the 8 mile, 5 hour hike. Midway through, you are presented with huge rock structures that are bigger than any building I have ever seen, gorgeous views of the valley, and so much raw natural beauty it makes your heart want to stop. Stunning. There is nothing like standing next to a huge rock formation which appears to be defying all laws of gravity and physics to take your breath away and make you realize that you are just a small part in this amazing world.
If I had to describe AZ in one word it would be: humbling. Ever have one of those experiences where you are presented with so much beauty it just takes your breath away and silences you? Arizona does that to me everyday. I live at the base of the Catalina mountains and am 5 minutes from some of the best hiking in Tucson. Hiking in Sabino Canyon is one of the most humbling experiences of my life. Every other Saturday or so, Dylan and I venture out early in the morning and start the 8 mile, 5 hour hike. Midway through, you are presented with huge rock structures that are bigger than any building I have ever seen, gorgeous views of the valley, and so much raw natural beauty it makes your heart want to stop. Stunning. There is nothing like standing next to a huge rock formation which appears to be defying all laws of gravity and physics to take your breath away and make you realize that you are just a small part in this amazing world.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Honey, What's That Thing On The Wall?
5:33 am: For some odd strange reason Dylan and I have been waking up at exactly 5:33 am everyday for the past few weeks. Yesterday Dylan came home early with a nasty bug so when we woke up yet again at the same time, he wasn't sure about going into work.
Fast forward to 6:30. Normally the Scott/White household is hustlin' and bustlin' to get out the door, but not today. This morning we took it easy. I decided to make whole wheat banana bread pancakes and Dylan got ready for work. Right now I am addicted to Grey's Anatomy. Everyone knows that I go through cycles where the second I get hooked on a show I have to watch through all the seasons. The dork in me decided to bring the laptop into the kitchen so I could watch Greys while making pancakes...I must admit it made for a quite enjoyable cooking session :)
Fast forward to 7 am. Dylan and I are sitting down discussing the ridiculous price of pure maple syrup. (Yesterday I was at the store and realized that a tiny little bottle cost anywhere from 10-23 dollars). So I bought the nasty fake stuff that we all grew up with as kids. As we were talking, I suddenly noticed a spot on the wall. "Honey, what's that thing on the wall?" I asked. Dylan looked over to his immediate right and his eyes went as big dinner plates. He slowly looked at me and said "that is a bark scorpion". You can imagine my horror. "Well...that is a tiny one, right? So is it like where there is a baby there is a mama?!" By this point I was jumping up and down like an idiot. "No...I don't think so at least." Lovely. "Well, sweetie I think for the next few days we should be checking our shoes before we put them on our feet". Did you know that scorpions LOVE shoes? Oh yes they love to hide in them. I think what scared me the most was that Dylan seemed to be genuinely frightened. As we all know, when Dylan gets scared, something is SERIOUSLY wrong. So we grabbed a glass (and by we I mean Dylan) and a piece of paper. Mr.Scorpion was covered with a cup and hurried out of the apartment. At first Dylan was looking at the cup as though Mr.S wouldn't come out of it. At that point, I shouted out the door, "he can have the cup if he wants it!". Oh, no. It's not that Mr.S wouldn't come out...it's that Mr.S wasn't in the cup. Thankfully a couple seconds later I heard Dylan say, "there he is! and his tail is raised". Nevertheless, Dylan put on his boots and quickly "squished" the problem.
A day in the life of an arizonan. Happy St.Patty's Day!
Fast forward to 6:30. Normally the Scott/White household is hustlin' and bustlin' to get out the door, but not today. This morning we took it easy. I decided to make whole wheat banana bread pancakes and Dylan got ready for work. Right now I am addicted to Grey's Anatomy. Everyone knows that I go through cycles where the second I get hooked on a show I have to watch through all the seasons. The dork in me decided to bring the laptop into the kitchen so I could watch Greys while making pancakes...I must admit it made for a quite enjoyable cooking session :)
Fast forward to 7 am. Dylan and I are sitting down discussing the ridiculous price of pure maple syrup. (Yesterday I was at the store and realized that a tiny little bottle cost anywhere from 10-23 dollars). So I bought the nasty fake stuff that we all grew up with as kids. As we were talking, I suddenly noticed a spot on the wall. "Honey, what's that thing on the wall?" I asked. Dylan looked over to his immediate right and his eyes went as big dinner plates. He slowly looked at me and said "that is a bark scorpion". You can imagine my horror. "Well...that is a tiny one, right? So is it like where there is a baby there is a mama?!" By this point I was jumping up and down like an idiot. "No...I don't think so at least." Lovely. "Well, sweetie I think for the next few days we should be checking our shoes before we put them on our feet". Did you know that scorpions LOVE shoes? Oh yes they love to hide in them. I think what scared me the most was that Dylan seemed to be genuinely frightened. As we all know, when Dylan gets scared, something is SERIOUSLY wrong. So we grabbed a glass (and by we I mean Dylan) and a piece of paper. Mr.Scorpion was covered with a cup and hurried out of the apartment. At first Dylan was looking at the cup as though Mr.S wouldn't come out of it. At that point, I shouted out the door, "he can have the cup if he wants it!". Oh, no. It's not that Mr.S wouldn't come out...it's that Mr.S wasn't in the cup. Thankfully a couple seconds later I heard Dylan say, "there he is! and his tail is raised". Nevertheless, Dylan put on his boots and quickly "squished" the problem.
A day in the life of an arizonan. Happy St.Patty's Day!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Update :)
We are pretty much all unpacked...minus the few boxes in the living room. I am still working bit by bit on our apartment which is GORGEOUS :) Without a doubt this is the most beautiful place I have ever lived. So much has happened in the past month I can't figure out where to start!
It took a surprisingly long time to unpack everything. When I was in college it normally took two days MAX to unpack everything. Well, a month later there are still a few boxes and our guest bedroom has become a room for everything we don't know what to do with.
I got some pretty awesome news 3 weeks ago: I got into the U of A! I start my masters program in May and will finish in May 2012. One year of hard-core studying and working. As much as I would like to say this will be my first and last masters...I know I will be going to school again to get another one.
There is an adorable lizard that lives on our steps...tricky thing is that he changes color so you have to be really careful as to where you step. He is quite cute though.
In other exciting news, five days ago Dylan and I were driving home from his parents' house and we decided to swing by the mall. We wandered around then finally made a pit stop into Kay's. Thirty minutes later, I put a down payment on his wedding band :) We are going to have my wedding band made here shortly. I am so excited because I feel like our wedding is finally becoming a reality. I am really enjoying looking through all the bridal magazines and folding down the corners of things I think are pretty or neat. Being a bride is fun :) The best part of all this is that I am marrying the most incredible man I could ever ask for.
It took a surprisingly long time to unpack everything. When I was in college it normally took two days MAX to unpack everything. Well, a month later there are still a few boxes and our guest bedroom has become a room for everything we don't know what to do with.
I got some pretty awesome news 3 weeks ago: I got into the U of A! I start my masters program in May and will finish in May 2012. One year of hard-core studying and working. As much as I would like to say this will be my first and last masters...I know I will be going to school again to get another one.
There is an adorable lizard that lives on our steps...tricky thing is that he changes color so you have to be really careful as to where you step. He is quite cute though.
In other exciting news, five days ago Dylan and I were driving home from his parents' house and we decided to swing by the mall. We wandered around then finally made a pit stop into Kay's. Thirty minutes later, I put a down payment on his wedding band :) We are going to have my wedding band made here shortly. I am so excited because I feel like our wedding is finally becoming a reality. I am really enjoying looking through all the bridal magazines and folding down the corners of things I think are pretty or neat. Being a bride is fun :) The best part of all this is that I am marrying the most incredible man I could ever ask for.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Cause We're Halfway There...
Coming to you from beautiful Little Rock, AR!
I figure I will start at the beginning of our road trip...our goal was to leave around 2ish. Yeah that didn't happen. So at 5pm we started our journey to Blacksburg. 5 hours later I was sitting in Kirst & Ev's dining room snacking on some Bojangles while talking about the craziness of the trip to come, Kirst's job, Ev's class, and OF COURSE my adorable nephews (whom might I add were running around, barking, growling, and getting sprayed with water bottles). I love those pups. The next morning we dined on cereal and I had my fix of grape juice. If you haven't had Welch's grape juice recently...you really need to. I rediscovered it a few months ago and came to the conclusion that it is frickin delicious. Seriously- why do we ever stop drinking it?!
Mom and I got back on the road towards Nashville, TN. If you have the time you should really check out Gaylord Opry's hotel. Not only does it look like you've stepped into Charleston, SC with all the palm trees, but there is a RIVER running through the entire hotel. If that doesn't impress you...maybe the BOAT RIDE on the RIVER will. It's awesome! A few hours later we had dinner with Carolyn and Marie. I love how no matter how long it has been since we've last seen each other- the second we get back together its like we've never been apart. I miss them like crazy. Dinner was wonderful and then we went to a concert at the Grande Ole Opry which was fantastic...including the host who wore only overalls. Love it.
I am currently sitting in our hotel room in Little Rock...it is very pretty. Well... I am off! Only a few more days until Tucson!
I figure I will start at the beginning of our road trip...our goal was to leave around 2ish. Yeah that didn't happen. So at 5pm we started our journey to Blacksburg. 5 hours later I was sitting in Kirst & Ev's dining room snacking on some Bojangles while talking about the craziness of the trip to come, Kirst's job, Ev's class, and OF COURSE my adorable nephews (whom might I add were running around, barking, growling, and getting sprayed with water bottles). I love those pups. The next morning we dined on cereal and I had my fix of grape juice. If you haven't had Welch's grape juice recently...you really need to. I rediscovered it a few months ago and came to the conclusion that it is frickin delicious. Seriously- why do we ever stop drinking it?!
Mom and I got back on the road towards Nashville, TN. If you have the time you should really check out Gaylord Opry's hotel. Not only does it look like you've stepped into Charleston, SC with all the palm trees, but there is a RIVER running through the entire hotel. If that doesn't impress you...maybe the BOAT RIDE on the RIVER will. It's awesome! A few hours later we had dinner with Carolyn and Marie. I love how no matter how long it has been since we've last seen each other- the second we get back together its like we've never been apart. I miss them like crazy. Dinner was wonderful and then we went to a concert at the Grande Ole Opry which was fantastic...including the host who wore only overalls. Love it.
I am currently sitting in our hotel room in Little Rock...it is very pretty. Well... I am off! Only a few more days until Tucson!
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