Before you even ask the answer is NO

So tired. Only 31 days till graduation. I can do this! 31, 31,31...actually more like 30 as today is basically over and if you only count days in class thats 7 days!!! Somehow though I am completely exhausted. Suddenly its all a focus on the little things....such as: Finding a dress to wear, getting a hair cut, scheduling said hair cut, deciding who to invite/tell about graduation, doing homework!, realizing that I have two assignments that should have been finished a month ago....oops, working, keeping up the house, learning how to be a good wife, helping out the family, negotiating between two extended families, fulfilling church responsibilities, going to the temple, taking care of the cars, checking the mail................you catch my drift right???

Spring Break

Well another weekend has come and gone. As of today there are only 39 days until I graduate (8 years) from my 4 year degree!!!! Not that anyone is excited and counting, oh except for my mom and grandma of course. I spent Wed hanging around the house with a friend watchin movies and bein crafty. That night I attended a quilting class with Dianna and my mom. It was a ton of fun. I will post pictures as soon as I get a bit more accomplished. After the crafty rush we took Thursday to prepare for our camping trip in Moab. It was a blast! -of cold air that is. We froze until we were under the massive amount of blankets I brought with us. It was not until the second day that the sun finally decided to come out and join us.

It was beautiful. One of our favorite shots from the day is shown above. I think I have decided that the Double Arch is my favorite. Don't know why but I had never seen it before this trip, and I have been there a couple times before. Now you will notice a dark spot about one inch up in the center. That is the fateful spot on which I slipped, fell (as usual very gracefully), dropped my camera and completed its demise. I suppose this means that once my tax returns get here I get a NEW CAMERA!!! Bring on the shopping!




After recovering from the fall we made our way to the Fiery Furnace shown above. It is an insane conglomeration of fin canyons in which you climb, scramble, or boulder, which ever verb you feel like using. We had a blast and honestly I was extremely sad to leave it. In all honesty I wish we could have stayed and gone longer we did not go in very far. It was a lot of fun to watch the boys scramble over the rocks and then look back as the girls attempted to keep up with them.

Saturdays oy vey

Once again it is that wonderful time of year called the weekend. The time I dream of all week and pray for constantly. And yet, I am now realizing why, every sunday/monday, when someone asks me how my weekend was, I stumble in thought for a moment before I can answer in a bewildered sort of way..."fine/good...I think."

Why is this my response you may say? Well, let me tell you. I woke today around three a.m. oh yippee!!! Was my original thought "What could be better than achieving your complete night sleep (as we went to bed around nine) and waking in the middle of the night?" The answer: Nothing.

As I went back to sleep I realized that my hubby/bedpartner has become a complete snugglebug. That or he has secret designs on my side of the bed. Eventually falling back asleep I wake to his alarm three and a half hours later. Oh joy, its now 6:30 on a saturday morning! As he somehow sneaks out of bed and out of the room without my conscious knowledge of this act I drift back to sleep, only to be wakened once again as he hugs and kisses and says something...I think, and leaves. Back to lowered eyelid bliss I return.

Three hours or something like that later I wake again and decide that okay, okay, fourth time is a charm I really should get up. I ramble to the kitchen, eat some left over salty samosas (don't even get me started on my lack of cooking ability, have I mentioned recently that I am married to a chef...thats right a chef, and one who cooks pretty well, at least thats what he and other people say. jk) and decide to take a bath. Two hours, 2 bathtub amounts of water, and one Percy Jackson book later I emerge in my pruned glory to a sweat text from said hubby. We carry on one of our infamous text conversations (very serious stuff) as I decide that I am going to suprise him and be a good wife! I clean our bedroom, sort the laundry, start a load, and sit down to the laptop (you see, in the middle of all of this great idea forming stuff he informed me that he wont be home until 5-6 which really translates to 6-7) now I have all the time in the world.

After all of that I now sit here trying to distract myself by using the 'next blog' button and reading random peoples blogs, while looking at my disaster of a kitchen and regretting the lunch of left over samosas. Okay thats it...I tell myself. Finish the blog entry, eat a cookie, change the laundry, and be the superwife I know I can be! Maybe I may even make cookies...(and leave a couple for him!). Wish me the best, and cross your fingers I do not return in five minutes to figure out how to make my blog cute like all y'all's, and don't even remind me about the stupid ticker gadget!!!URG!

Observations and funny comments....

It is here. Well almost. As of April 30th I will graduate and 'end' my college career. Come on you really didn't fall for that did you? Why would I stop attending classes, I am an education person, I will be learning for the rest of my life. And as of yet, as I have no 'real job' as my boss puts it, I receive one free class per semester. I say take it!!!



What else....hmmm. Well on the baby front, as I seem to have been updating you for a bit, we are at a standstill. We discussed the various sides of the debate and decided that logically we need to wait until David is of school. One of my biggest fears is him not finishing. The horrible realization that hit after this conversation though was that we would have to wait for over three years. Three years people, I will be thirty by the time I have a child. So not cool. After I had my mental break down and sobbed myself to sleep, something which my poor husband dealt with remarkably well, I realized that the whole hangover feeling was not for me and I need to get over this. Then it happened. Yesterday while shopping for fabric with my mom and friend, Dianna, I found a book of nursery ideas. I loved it, and come on why not start making baby stuff now and putting it away, kinda like a trousseau kinda thing. No harm in that right....right! All this generally serves to do is make me obsess about having a baby. As I debated this fact with my mom, apparently she agreed with the greedy side of me and she ran back to the store to buy that book. As I told this story to a friend at work she told me, "you know Kayde, it would just be better if you had the baby." I disagreed for the following reason:



It's like Christmas. Remember that feeling of excitement and joy leading up to the day? It is wonderful and exciting and you never want it to stop, but at the same time you want it here. It is the same concept. If I have a baby its Christmas day. Then its all over, and its time to clean up the mess and get back to real life.



Well I thought that fit the bill wonderfully, at least until I talked to David last night. We decided to wait until at least next fall if not next spring and then discuss the dilemma from there. Now the game is to see if I can actually hold out.......good luck!