Preparing to Be Married

This last weekend, Andy and I decided that we should both go around Lubbock and price apartments so that we can 1) know which one we would potencially like to live in and 2) so we can get a good round about price so that we would be able to create a budget to know how much to save between now and then. The funny thing about this whole experience is that is so typically me. The fact that we are doing anything of the sort is only happening because of my personality. First of all, in my head, it is a step by step math problem. We have several variables that we need to solve for. Basically, for those who know what I'm talking about, it is a simple algebra problem with several unknowns in which we use the substitution method to solve for them. ANYWAY! We want to set the date so that we can book the chapel before 2010. We can't set the date until we know how long it will take for us to save up enough money. We don't know how much money to save up until we research all the prices, and we don't know the prices until we go and seek out all our different options. Now you see how algebra fits into this.

So we're driving around Lubbock and the first apartment complex we go to is the Summerset Apartments. They look nice. Nothing special. They actually kinda reminded me of storage units. But that's just the way Lubbock looks. haha...anyway, so we go inside to talk to the people, and Andy says nothing. The girl actually gave me a look like, "yeah I can tell you're one of those dominating woman types." I really wanted to put her in her place and let her know that there are times when he won't shut up! I really hoped that he would contribute to the discussions a little more later.

Then the next two were beautiful! And one was in our price range. It is called Oakridge and we would be paying $480 a month for it. Not too high, but also not too low. The three places that we ended up not going to were just awful. My favorite experience of those was one where we drove up and noticed that all the blinds in the windows were broken. I told Andy that I thought it looked shady, and he said, "I can't tell, let's go inside. Maybe it's not that bad." My instincts told me otherwise. I said, "Andy, all the blinds are broken, that either means it's gross inside or we don't want these people for neighbors. They might be scary."

Andy: "Oh they aren't scary."

Right then we drive by this man who is standing in front of the apartments by what I would guess was his car. He had scraggly long hair, wrinkly dirty clothes, and wore a scowel like he was going to eat me.

Me: "Andy! Look at that man! HE'S scary!"
Andy: "He's not scary...he just has one arm!!!"
I cracked up laughing. Of course Andy wouldn't notice that the man looked like we were his next meal. Andy just noticed that the man was missing his appendages! Maybe he ate them?

After we finished looking at all the apartments, we went back to Andy's apartment and made our budget. To my surprise, we are easily going to be able to save up enough to have money for our first three months of expenses. Surely I'll be able to get a job in that amount of time whether it be teaching or otherwise. So, now to set the date! Andy was wanting to get married in early June, but I'm trying to convince him to wait a few weeks. So far our compromise is June 11, but that isn't official and we still have to confirm it with the parentals. Oh I love that the ball is rolling!

Now presenting...the future Mrs. Sarah Blazier!!!!

If you haven't heard already, I am finally engaged. It seems like it took forever for the blessed event to come about, but nonetheless it is here and I am so excited. So let's start from the beginning of how it all started.

Andy and I have been dating since we were freshman in high school. We met on the 8th grade Washington D.C. trip in a Disney Store in the mall. After we met there, we discovered we were in band together and shared several classes in high school. The rest was history. He never asked me out, we just sort of happened! I guess you could say that it was kismet. We literally met and were best friends from that point on. Attached at the hip as my friends like to say.

Now, six years later, we are planning our engagement. We had discussed it a few times and occationally looked at rings online for the fun of it, but I had no idea what his plans were. He said soon, but in Andy's terms, that could still mean a year from now. I was definately getting restless and sick of calling him my boyfriend, which I was so completely set on the fact that he was NOT my boyfriend. But what do you call a guy who is not your fiance, but not your boyfriend?

Andy was the perfect gentleman. He asked my father if he could ask for my hand. His methods maybe a little unorthodox, but still he did it. It has been a joke between him and my father that Andy should bring my dad chicken since my dad loves chicken and Andy worked at Popeyes. Andy never did bring him chicken, so the joke was that in order to ask for my hand, he had to bring my dad a box of fried chicken! Andy turned up on my doorstep with a box of chicken and my ring in his pocket. My dad opens the door, looks down and says, "You aren't going to ask her to marry you are you?"

Andy responds, "Well actually," he flips the ring out of his pocket, "yes!" My parents were thrilled! They of course proceeded to call everyone and then took pictures. So sweet. I love him for doing that for me.

When he prepared to ask me, he texted Linley and Sophie for their help. Linley texted me at work and asked if I wanted to go to ACU to walk around. Since she is leaving for Uruguay for the fall semester, I really wanted to hang out with her. I asked if Katy could join us, but she said that she would prefer if it was just the two of us. Little did I know, she was trying to figure out a way to fit Katy into the plan. So we walked around ACU, and then we decided that Katy should eat dinner with us. So Katy was instructed to meet us by the tennis courts at ACU, and in the mean time, Linley and I would just walk around. We drove over in that direction and as we were driving I made the comment about how I didn't think Andy would ever propose. I truly could not understand how he could wait any longer whether or not we were going to wait to get married until after I graduated. He said that he felt the same way I did about proclaiming each other boyfriend and girlfriend, and yet he still waited! Linley later tells me that she was trying so hard not to laugh at this point. We walk over to the ACU amputheatre where I proceed to check the 5 texts messages from Andy saying "where are you?" "do you want to hang out?" "why aren't you answering me?" "Are you ignoring me?" and finally "I guess you're hanging out with Linley tonight." I decided to call him and appologize for not getting back to him while Linley kept watch out for Katy. Andy was talking to me saying it was ok and not to worry. Then I heard wind in the background. I asked him, "where are you? are you outside?"

He answers, "Yeah, I'm letting Joey (his dog) outside."

This made perfect sense to me because Joey doesn't like to go outside by himself.

Meanwhile, Linley calls back to me and yells, "she's here!" So we run down to the parking lot and meet Katy by her truck. While standing there, I look at the far end of the parking lot at a car and a girl who looks just like my friend and coworker Sophie. I ask, "is that Sophie?!"

Linley immediately answers, "who? oh, no, probably not."

Linley suggests we start walking over towards Jacob's Dream, the big statue behind the Bible Building of Jacob's ladder, to decide where we want to go eat. Once at Jacob's Dream, Katy and I sit down on the stone wall that lines the statue and Linley says to wait there while she goes to the bathroom. I ask if I can go with her, and she says no. I ask why not and she says "because it won't smell very good." This is actually, as Katy says, the best on the spot cover story ever because I loathe being in the same room as someone when they are pooping. So of course I was going to refuse to go with her. We sit there for maybe a minute, and she comes back and says, "oh, um...it was just gas." HAHA...so we start walking back to our cars to "seriously" decide what we're going to eat. Except this time we take the sidewalk that goes directly by the Bible building.

Once we reach a clearing that is almost completely surrounded by crapemertles and bushes, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I thought it was a tree branch so I look at my shoulder and I see a hand. I spin around on the spot and I see Andy standing there. I start studdering, "What are you doing here!?" and he drops to one knee and starts to propose. I heard what he said, but honestly I didn't process all of it.

Here's the gist of what I heard:

"We have spent about 6 years together and you are my best friend. I know that it can be hard to put up with me sometimes and the past few years have been tough being apart, but I know you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.....will you marry me?"

Of course I said yes. I was laughing the entire time. I couldn't help it. I was so excited and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to cry to badly because I was so happy, and I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, but it wouldn't come. I just kept laughing! We stood in our little tree fenced in area and kissed for a while. It was so funny cause he was ready to go walk off, but I had to pull him back and say calm down, let's enjoy this for a minute. The feeling was so surreal. It almost felt like we were pretending. Certainly this couldn't be real, but in fact it is. And I'm getting married!

We met back with my friends, Katy, Linley and Sophie (that was her by the car). Sophie had packed us a picnic dinner complete with picnic blanket, picnic basket and chocolate cheesecake. It was so wonderful and so romantic. I loved it. I am so thankful for all that my friends did to help Andy out, and even more thankful for Andy and all that he went through to make this experience special for me. I love him so much and I know that I am incredibly blessed to be with him. I can't wait to see what our life has in store for the two of us. Difficult though it may be at times, I know that this is going to be a fun ride and I can't wait to jump on. Let the wedding planning begin!!!!

Oh I forgot to mention when we want to get married. The preliminary date that we are looking at is May 28, 2011. That could change, but right now that's what we are looking at.

The amazing ladies who made this whole thing happen: Right to left Sophie, Katy and Linley

The In-law Trauma

So if it isn't obvious to everyone by now, Andy and I are getting married. Still yet to be official, but it's gonna happen so those of you who deny it, get over it. Just kidding. Anyway, one of the things that has been disturbing me the most lately is how much it seems that I was put into a family (the in-law family) that is completely wrong for me. Andy's parents drive me nuts. Andy's brother seems to despise the very ground that I walk on. And my could be sister-in-law (Nick's girlfriend) won't talk to me at all! So throughout this summer my question for God is, "WHY?"

I later realized that maybe my question was all wrong. Maybe God's plan was actually right. So then I decided to reword my question. This time I asked, "Give me the opportunity to get to know these people, especially Kaylee." I knew that if I were to ever truly be happy within the family, I would have to make a true effort to at least get to know her. I didn't have to like her, but I can't not like someone I don't know.

This past weekend Andy, Nick and Rich were working the Boy's Chrysallis. Kaylee just got back from her's a week earlier, so when candlelight came around, I figured I should invite her to come along. I thought we would be carpooling with Andy's mom, Liz, but she decided to bail on us in order to catch up on rest. This was the first time in I don't know how long that she had the house entirely to herself. Since she wasn't going, Kaylee and I decided to carpool together. Truthfully, I was super excited to ride with her. I knew this was the opportunity I was looking for. Just one on one, no Nick to distract her or insult me, and we were trapped in a car together. You're pretty much forced to talk.

To my surprise, however, Kaylee carried on a pretty long conversation with me. In the 40 minute drive together, there wasn't a time of silence at all. What's more, talking to her came so natural. I was having a good time! We talked about school, our career plans, church, our families, until finally, we ended up at our destination. The minute we got in the building and met up with Andy and Nick she was silent. Didn't say a word to me. I was thinking, "I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true." I couldn't understand why she would be all friendly in the car and then barely look at me when the guys were with us.

The candlelight ended and I told her that I would meet her back at the car so that Andy and I could have a minute alone. (I figured she wanted the same with Nick) What happened on the ride home, though, was truly a work of God. I, the most intellegent woman ever, got us lost. I missed one of the turns heading toward Abilene, and we somehow ended up in Anson. Luckily I knew how to get home from Anson, so it wasn't a big deal, just several miles extra. However, if we had not spent that extra time in the car, what happened I don't think would have happened. Kaylee and I bonded.

I decided to appologize to her. I told her that I was sorry I had never tried very hard to get to know her and that if she thought I didn't like her, it wasn't true. She told me that the feeling was mutual. She was sorry she never talked to me either, and she said that she never did talk because she was afraid that she would be taking up the time between me and Andy. I couldn't believe it. All this time I thought she was snubbing me, and in reality she was trying to be courteous! We continued to talk and the subject changed to our guys. Now, if you don't know the two brothers, then you wouldn't know that these guys are so different, you don't know how they possibly ended up in the same family. One is macho and quick witted, the other is sweet, sensitive and a bit awkward. Their differences are the main reason why the four of us don't hang out. One thing she mentioned was how Nick in fact likes me. I never would have guessed it. She said that she has asked him many times why he doesn't like me so much, and she said he would respond, "I do like her!"

Kaylee started telling me about how Nick yells at her when she's driving and he drives like a grandpa. I exclaim, "Andy too!" I tell her about how Andy freaks out at little things and gets panicky in certain situations. She exclaims, "Nick too!" We then begin to share stories back and forth about the two brothers and discover that they're exactly alike. One just isn't afraid to show emotion and the other bottles it in. Who knew?

What this tells me? I've discovered that I really enjoy being with Kaylee. She's fun to talk to and the two of us have a lot in common. But more than that, since we've discovered that Nick and Andy are so miraculously similar, I expect that when both of them mature into full grown men, they will be friends. Therefore, if the brothers get along, and I do enjoy Kaylee, family get togethers will not be the horror I thought they would be. And what's more, I would have never realized this if we had not gotten lost. Thank you God. My fears are gone.

All I need is love

Recently, I made the comment that I don't want my friends to have boyfriends and since I've made that comment, I keep hearing it brought up in a very hurt and angry tone. I think I've been misunderstood. So buckle up...you are about to travel deep into the inner squishy parts of Sarah's emotions. Past the hard exterior, you will find that there is a lot to discover.

Let me make it very clear that I want each and every one of you to be happy and find true meaningful relationships that last. I pray that all of my friends have wonderful experiences and eventually find that special someone to spend the rest of their lives with. However, there is a part of me that cringes at the thought of all of you having relationships. Those of you who are in relationships, I internally gag when you talk about your special someone. That's pretty harsh isn't it? I'm pretty selfish and hypocritical aren't I? I'll admit that is true. I don't want to feel this way.

I've discovered within the last year that I fear abandonment. I'm afraid that when you all get boyfriends that you won't want me anymore. I'm already seeing signs of it. Think about when Darden left us. How did I react? I'm terrified that when you find that special someone, you won't need me anymore and that I'll end up being like my mom. Alone, except for her endearing husband and children; driving them nuts, begging for attention. I don't get close to anyone anymore because I'm afraid that they too will leave me. If I get close to anyone, I have the opportunity to be hurt again. I'm even afraid that Andy will suddenly decide that he doesn't love me anymore and will decide that he can find someone better than me. And this prolonged engagement makes me even more antsey and sensitive.

I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want to be left out. I don't want boys to come in the way of our relationships. Even my family is doing this to me. Sam is the highlight of my family and when I try to shove my way into the light, I get pushed out by my mother saying that we need to protect Sam, that he feels left out. And other members have found other things to keep themselves occupied. Why do you think I hate Nick's girlfriend Kaylee? Not because she's an idiot or rude. It's because she took my place in the Blazier house. I'm not needed there anymore except by Andy. They don't appreciate anything I do for them and never show that I'm special. That I'm an individual apart from Kaylee. I want to know that they love me because I am Sarah, Andy's girlfriend, the one who has been there for them for 6 years. I just want to be loved. I just want to be needed. I'm sorry that this comes with being selfish but this is a real struggle of mine. Please forgive me.

Home, Sweet Home

My house situation fell through. If God told me any louder to live at home, their would be a booming voice echoing from the sky that they entire world could hear. Every time I try to live somewhere else, it doesn't work. Last night I was running numbers to make sure I could afford my place. I thought I could. And turns out, I can...for the fall and spring semesters, but not this summer. I was going to have to take out $1000 in non-federal loans, which, if you've looked into them are basically a walking scam.

There are 5 different loans. 4 out of 5 loans have variable interest rates. If you know anything about loans and finance, then you know that that is a huge NO NO!!! So that cuts out those options. The last one had a fixed interest rate of 6% which is typical for student loans, but it had a 3% to 5% origination fee. Again, for those who don't know, that is where they take out a percentage of the amount you take out. So, if I took out $1000, I might only get $850 of it, but I would still have to pay $1000 and the interest on it. So that is completely unfair! I realized that I am trying way too hard to make this work and I would be getting myself into a mess if I tried any harder. As I told Andy, I think I knew this wouldn't work from the very beginning (I usually have a really good gut instinct), but I just didn't want to listen. So last night I had to call the two girls I would be living with and the landlords to inform them of my situation. That was so hard. I cried for about 15 minutes on the phone with Andy before I actually talked to anyone. I felt so guilty for letting people down.

God, however, knows how to make things work. There is already a potential girl who is looking into taking my place and now I will actually have money left over since I'm living with my parents. This isn't my ideal living situation, but if this is what God has planned for me, then I will most certainly oblige. What I learned from this is that my gut feelings that I have learned to ignore probably is God talking to me and that I should trust God entirely. This seemed like something that I could handle, but God can even handle the small things and expects you to lean entirely on Him. Thank you God.

Just an awkward moment...

Last night, I was strolling around campus, enjoying the warm evening. I decided to go and sit in the ampetheater, text and simply watch the people walk by. Not even 5 minutes after I sat down, a boy of maybe 20 carrying a guitar and a Bible came and sat down next to me. He started mumbling with a weird accent that I could not for the life of me understand. So I asked him his name which I will not disclose for the sake of his privacy. He then proceeded to mumble some gibberish that I could not decipher so I asked him about his guitar. How long has he played? His whole life, he responds. "Would you like to hear a song?" I agree to listen to a song, and then, I thought, I would politely leave and bit him goodnight. I praised him for the one song and he proceeds to play some more. Ugh...I can't escape.

He then asks if I want to worship with him. Oh good, I thought, he isn't here to molest me. So I agree to sing one song with him. I praise him on the beautiful music and he proceeds to mumble again. I didn't understand why he couldn't just talk louder! So I commented on how I had a paper to write and how beautiful the evening was. Then, he points up and says, "look at the star!" I say, "yes, it's very beautiful." He then asks if he can hold my hand. I thought he wanted to pray and we would be done worshiping. I agreed and bowed my head. Except, then he started talking (or in his case mumbling), and it wasn't a prayer. I don't know what he said, but I caught the words "girlfriend", "wife" and "alone."

The first thought that popped into my head was, "Oh my gosh, I just agreed to marry this guy and didn't know it! Now what?" So I said, "well, it was really nice to meet you, I really must be going now."
"No, wait. I'm sorry I made this awkward for you. It's just that I have a really hard time talking to people and getting out my feelings. I talk better when I hold someone's hand. I speak what's in my heart. Can I talk to you a little more?"

"I guess so."

"Can I hold your hand again?" I hold out my right hand, limply and just let him hold on to it while he strokes his fingers against mine. Ew!!! He proceeds to say,

"I don't know if you have boyfriend or not, and if you do it's okay. I was just wondering if you would be my girlfriend. I have really wanted a girlfriend for a long time now and I really really want a wife. I've already asked some other girls and they rejected me because most already have boyfriends, I was just hoping that you were the one."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend...of 6 years." (Thank God for Andy.)

"Oh I see, it's just that I've been praying so hard, and I want someone to love so badly. I was just hoping you were the one."

So I give him the speech of "you don't have to have a girlfriend to be happy" and "God has a plan for you" and "if you search too hard you won't find what you are looking for. Only when you aren't trying will you bump into your treasure." and "Paul himself didn't have a wife, some people are meant to be single."

He then asked me to pray over him and we went our separate ways. However, right before I turned to leave, he asks, "So do you think I should ask anymore girls tonight or should I just chill?" I looked him in the eyes and said, "Just chill tonight, and know that whatever happens, happens for a reason."

This was such a scary, weird and extremely funny experience. I know that God put me there with that boy, at that time for a reason, but at the same time, I was so scared that I had agreed to marry someone and didn't know it. His accent was so strong, and culture differences could create some problems. And the funny part is that his dad was my Calculus 3 professor last semester. I'll never be able to look at that man the same way again and not think, "you could have been my father in-law."

Being an adult is actually difficult!

Did you know that growing up would be so difficult? How could I be so naive to think that I knew how to do everything? It's a big slap in the face when you realize that you in fact know absolutely nothing. I'm trying to get my living situation squared away for this summer and the upcoming year, and I didn't realize how much I would have to do. This sounds so obvious, but I didn't realize that I would have to sign up for all the different utilities, decide which energy company to use, decide what internet company and plan to use. On top of all that, deciding how many loans I need to take out and for how much.

There is so much figuring, it's driving me nuts. The only good thing out of this is that I'm finding out how difficult this all is before I get married. I would hate to be doing all this while trying to graduate and plan a wedding. This way, I know what to expect. I feel like God has given me this experience for a reason and I know that I am going to learn so much from it, but right now, it makes me sick to think how much money I'll be spending and wondering if this is all worth it. This is worth it, right?

I'm pretty sure this is worth it and I am really excited to finally have a house, a place to call my own. The only thing that I'm really scared about besides the money is my roommates. I don't know them very well, and so far when I try to get them to meet me so we can go over logistics, they don't respond which makes me really nervous. I have a feeling that I am going to be "just living" in the house with them. They aren't going to be people I talk to often or hang out with. They will just happen to live in the same house as me. Pray for me, this is a big jump for me.

You know it's love when...

This weekend was Easter weekend and Andy came over and spent most of the day with my family on Sunday. He doesn't come over to my house very often cause we rarely get a good amount of time to ourselves since my mom likes to bust in and tell Andy about random classroom stories. But this weekend was a lot of fun. Andy helped us cook dinner and we watched old movies like The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins. I trimmed Andy's beard. And Andy came over just as Easter dessert was about to be served. So after this splendid weekend I have decided to comprise a list of how you know when it is love.

You know it is love when...
1. Your significant other can sit at the table, look your mother in the eye and make fun of her as if he is her own child.

2. Your significant other comes over after your family just finishes eating an extravagant meal, and proceeds to help you clean the kitchen after the meal that he didn't eat.

3. That special someone helps your mother cook dinner when you aren't in the kitchen.

4. He lets you trim his beard when your grandmother is standing at the door taking pictures of the event.

5. He allows your mother to interrogate every aspect of his life. School, family, etc. And answers the questions promptly and with a pleasant attitude.

6. He looks you in the eye and tells you that you are the most beautiful and most wonderful person he has ever known.

7. He looks like he is hurting more than you when he has to go back home.

This was a good weekend.

Hello, I am your math teacher Miss Sarah Gallaway...

I just finished teaching today and I feel great. In my Geometric Concepts for Teaching class, I had to partner with someone and teach our class for three days. This means making a flipchart for Promethean (if you don't know what that is, it's a computerized white board that is connected directly to the computer and allows you to write, do interactive activities and other cool things), assigning and grading homework and writing and grading a quiz. Doesn't sound that hard? OH BOY it is. We don't give teachers nearly enough credit. I spent hours on that stupid flipchart and I probably wouldn't have gotten it done so quickly if Whitney's mom had not given me the instruction manual and the program to put on my computer.

So my topic was Pythagoras. Yes, this is the Pythagorean Theorem. Now sit there and think back to freshman geometry and 8th grade algebra. Is pythagorean theorem hard? Hopefully your answer is no. Is there a lot to talk about? Again, no. And also consider that I am teaching fellow math majors who should also have a good understanding of the pythagorean theorem. So, now ask yourself, is it possible to strech this lesson over THREE days? The answer is no, but I did it!!! I drug it out as long as I possibly could. It was GRUELING! But I did it and my professor said that we did a really good job and she was really impressed how well we facilitated discussion instead of just spouting off theory and answers.

This really made me realize that I love teaching math. It was really hard but I truly enjoyed it and I can't wait to start teaching. I don't think I want to do upper level. I enjoy this beginner stuff like algebra and geometry. Calculus could be fun, and who knows, I may work up to it one day, but right now I'm happy with the basics.

Now let me pull on my teacher sweater (which Andy likes to point out that I own two), and lets us move on to surface area....

New Home

Wow, I haven't written in a long time! Everything has been so busy. I cannot wait for this semester to be over and jump right back into summer! Some new news! I will not be living at home next year or this summer. I was offered in a room in a duplex! It's two stories, three bedroom, 2 1/2 bath and only $320 a month for rent which is about the same as the small crappy appartments on ACU's campus. I will be living with a fellow math major and I move in June 1st-ish. I'm so excited.

Friends

Yesterday, the topic of friends was brought up between a close friend and me. After our long talk, I began to think about my friends. You know what? I am incredibly blessed. With the exception of elementary school, I have usually had a tight nit group that I could rely upon. Since I've gone to college, I've fallen into a habit of complaining about not having anyone and that I don't fit in with anyone at ACU. After thinking about it though, that is entirely not true. I can think of many many people that I can hang out with and would welcome me with open arms. And as for a close group, Linley and Whitney (though they come from high school with me) have been my stronghold both years. I simply cannot imagine college without them. Sure we have our tiffs, but I love them like sisters.

And as for the other people I have grown close to here at my dear alma mater, (ie Stephanie, Paul, Eric, Doug, Amanda, Ruth, Anne, Liz, Dustin, T'auna, Ashley etc.) they have show me that there are people who want to hang out with me because they want to be with me! How could I possibly think that I don't fit in here? This next weekend, five of us are going to Lubbock for Andy's birthday! How fun will that be!? I have friends.

When I think deeper, I remember my group from high school. Though they don't know it, I think of them constantly, wondering how they are doing. I have a maternal protectiveness for them that makes me worry about their safety. And of course I miss them dearly. These girls have helped shape who I am and have been there for me for the majority of my life. I know that life causes people to drift apart, but the idea of being separated from these girl entirely breaks my heart. I pray that they will feel the same way I do and they will never stop working to keep our relationship alive. Some have started drifting away for whatever reason. Boys seem to be the main reason. Girls, if you read this, please, I beg don't forget us. We need each other and what we have is a blessing. Let's not squander it.

Thank you all for being my friend. I'm sorry this is so sappy, but I just needed to get some feelings out. I love you a very much.

How well do I know my "Husband"

I found this online and thought it looked kinda fun.

Here's a chance to see how well you really know your husband. Cut, paste and fill in the answers, then forward . . . shoot, you know what to do. The real challenge is to send it to your husband to see how right you really are.

1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what on? History Channel, The Unit, Mythbusters or The Detonators

2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad? hahaha...SALAD!? Andy doesn't eat SALAD!

3. What's one food he doesn't like? Anything with fiber. AKA Healthy food

4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order? Water...nothin' but water.

5. Where did he go to high school? Cooper High

6. What size shoe does he wear? 11

7. If he were to collect anything, what would it be? Spare parts. Anything that looks like he could tinker with it

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich? Ham and cheddar cheese on some sort of roll melted.

9. What would he eat every day if he could? Lasagna and broccoli...that or pizza

10. What is his favorite cereal? Cheereos or Kiks

11. What would he never wear? Women's clothing or anything that is "gangsta". Pretty much if he feels stupid and it isn't a pollo, a button down shirt or a t-shirt, he won't wear it.

12. What is his favorite sports team? Um...no idea. Texas Tech? lol

13. Who did he vote for? Obama

14. Who is his best friend? ME!!! And donut boy...lol

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do? He hates it when I leave the TV on in another room that I'm not in, even though I'm listening to it from the other room! That and when I wash dishes and I leave the water running while I'm scrubbing off to the side.

16. What is his heritage? Irish Catholic, German, possible French? I don't think he even knows. lol

17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake? Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough cheesecake or anything with chocolate

18. Did he play sports in high school? No, he's a band nerd.

19. What could he spend hours doing? Tinkering or playing on the computer

20. What is one unique talent he has? Packing, the man can fit any amount of luggage, etc into a trunk or van or refrigerator. It is a gift.

The Accursed Rug

Today I tried to do some deep cleaning in my dorm in hopes that it would smell and look better. So I cleaned the bathroom, vacumed the living room, and attempted to vacuum the bedroom. However, when I got to the rug in the bedroom, I became very frustrated. I swipped over it once. I vacuumed over it twice. I went over it three times! And it still looked disgusting. So I get down on my hands and knees to see if I can loosen up the grass and the fuzz, when I realized that there was a layer of hair. I started to rub the rug and noticed that wads of hair were coming up. The fuzz and grass weren't just stuck in the carpet, they were caked in with the hair.

I took one of my shoes and started to scrape the rug. I got one big hairball. Two big hairballs. Three big hairballs. Four big hairballs in all. When I combined them, I had one enormous hairball! I mean, this thing could have covered a bald man's head! I took a picture of it in relation to a coke can. It is as big as the can, if not bigger. It was so disgusting. Needless to say, my rug looks much better and the colors seem quite brighter now. haha...I'm never letting it get that bad again.

*Sigh* Now I feel stupid

Okay, so now that I wrote this awful post about Andy and complaining about how he never does anything for me, I had the most perfect Valentines day EVER. No, Andy did not propose, which I should have figured because I knew he hates Valentines day. He doesn't like the cliche of hearts and candy and being forced to show someone you love them on this ONE day. haha...so he rebells which explains the lack of specialness.




This year though, I tried to make it special by posting big hearts on his door with Math pick up lines. haha...my favorite was "You are the solution to my homogeneous system of linear equations," and "Your beauty cannot be spanned my a finite basis of vectors." He loved them. For the first time ever, he was complaining that I wouldn't answer my phone when he found them. At that time I was at Linley's house making cakeballs and decorating cupcakes for him! He really liked those too.





After we met up at lunch time, Linley, Andy and I all went shopping and found some really cute clothes and then we went back home to get ready for our date; me and Andy, not Linley. I dressed up in a really pretty dress and some leggings underneath. I felt so hot! I even had a guy check me out when we went in Andy's dorm. After we passed him, Andy said "Man, I'm gonna have to keep the guys away from you!" We had ordered a large pizza from Orlandos, an Italian restaurant, and taken it back to Andy's room. We just sat and talked and ate pizza, nothing else. We talked a lot about our relationship and where we wanted to go. We dreamt about our wedding day and what we hoped it would be like. I tried to direct the conversation away from that because I thought surely he's getting tired of this mushy stuff, but when I asked him about the upcoming engineering job fair he said, "I don't want to talk about that right now. Let's talk some more about us." I think my mouth fell open. haha. Then I got up to go check out my hair in the mirror and he got up, strutted over to me, and hugged me from behind. Then he started to SING in my ear! "Unforgettable, that's what you are. That's why darling it's incredible, that someone so unforgettable would think that I'm unforgettable too." He said that song popped in his head, and "when I began to think about it, those lyrics just seemed so perfect." Then he went on to say, "If I have ever had any doubt about marrying you, it has completely gone out the window. I definately want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much." I thought at that point that he was going to pull a ring out of his pocket, which seemed kinda random since I was fixing my hair. Of course he didn't, but I was about to cry at that point. I needed to hear him say that.

The rest of the weekend proceeded to be just as perfect. I can't explain it because we didn't do anything! We just were together. At one point it felt like we were married and we were lounging around together. Completely normal in our element. No pressure. No facade. We just were. And it was perfect.

I just don't get it...

I'm going to do just a little ranting so just stick with me.

Tomorrow is Valentines day. I hate Valentines day. Now ask me why I hate Valentines day.
"Why do you hate Valentines day Sarah?"
Andy never does anything special for me. Out of the 5 years that we have dated, he hasn't gone out of his way to plan something special for me. I talked to an old friend, and he is planning on proposing this weekend. Is Andy? I highly doubt that he is going to do that. Last year, I sent him a big box of stuff; candy, cards, cookies, stuffed animal, etc. Did he send me anything? No.

So these last few days, I expected him to call me or talk to me at some point because usually when it gets close to me coming down, he gets more and more excited and therefore texts/calls me more. This time, I have barely heard from him at all. He didn't text me but once on Wednesday, same on Thursday, and so far only one text today. I'm quite angry with him. I go into walmart and see these guys that are weighted down with candy and flowers, obviously trying to show their woman that they love them. What do I get? No phone calls and a reminder that I will never be shown that I am special on a regular basis unless I demand it.

I hate Valentines day.

New Blog

Hey,
If you haven't noticed, I've started another blog. I had a lot of positive responses to my metabolizer story, and I had some suggestions to write them on my blog. I don't want to crowd up my "personal business" with the strange inner workings of my imagination, so I started a new one. It's called, Storytimes from the Mind of Sarah. You should definately check it out.

Upon Request: The Adventures of the Mighty Metabolizer

Long ago, in a far away galaxy lived an obnoxious little girl named Linley. The problem with Linley was that she ate, A LOT! She ate so much, that the entire planet went into a famine and the little children looked like stick figures.
"What are we going to do!?" cried the townspeople, "We can't let her stay here, she'll eat us out of house and home...literally!"
Even Linley's childhood pet walrus Paul was feeling the pains of the famine.
"Linley," he said in a deep gravely voice, "I'm hungry. Might I have just little taste of your cookie?"
"I would, but I'm just so hungry. I know I just ate, but...HEY! What's that!?" Linley burst from where she was sitting and ran towards what looked like an enormous ice cream sundae, with cherry and all. As she ran, Paul tried to inch over to her abandoned cookie. As he started to look up, he saw her just about to leap on what was not an ice cream sundae, but a nuclear bomb that was to be shot at their 120th moon!
"No Linley, NO!!!!" shouted Paul, "that's not a..."
BANG! The bomb went off, and the entire city and surrounding mountainsides were flattened. No trees, no buildings, no pretty ornate shrubberies, just a lot of confused people looking around at each other in horror.

Now one of the things that you must understand about the people of this planet is that they are a sturdy people. Not frail like you and I, NO! They are as sturdy as if they were put together with super glue. Like cockroaches I guess you could say. They weren't cockroaches since cockroaches are disgusting and no one likes them. There would be no story if they were in fact cockroaches. No, these people look just like you and I, only sturdier. So the entire world survived this explosion, except the trees, buildings and ornate shrubberies. You get the idea.

"LINLEEEEEEYYYY!" screamed the president of the world, "she did it again. Did you see that? She did it again! We can't keep rebuilding every time her stomach gives her another hallucination!"
A booming voice sounded from no where. Deep and heavy, like thunder, only scarier and no lightning or rain.
"LINLEY...you are hear by banished from this world."
"Wha-what?" stammered Linley.
"You must leave and never return. NEVER! Now GO! And take this stupid walrus with you. He's an insult to animal kind," boomed the voice.
"Now see here," started Paul.
"WHAT?! You dare question me, the great and powerful disembodied voice, you sorry excuse for a mammal!?" screamed the voice, "Go, get out of my sight, I can't look at you anymore."

So Paul and Linley slowly strode towards the nearest intergalactic bus station. She didn't have any bags. She already ate them.
"Boy Paul, this stinks."
"You're telling me!"
"If we just had some food..."
"Food!! Food!!! Is that all you can think about? It's your love of food that got us into this mess in the first place."
"It looked like a sundae. How was I supposed to know that it was actually a ballistic missile aimed to destroy the 120th moon?"
Paul sighed, "where are we going anyway?"
"Who knows, hopefully they have food!"

They rode for days, weeks, maybe even months. By the time they reached any destination, all of the seats, windows, overhead compartments and passengers (except a little green blob named Whitney that she thought didn't look very appetizing). The bus was completely empty except for Paul, Linley and Whitney...oh and the bus driver, but he doesn't come into the story at all.
"Well, since you've eaten everything but the bus...and Whitney, I suppose we should get off here, or you might eat me as well!" groaned Paul.
They hopped off the bus into the clear, bright world of Earth.

"Where are we?" breathed Linley.
"Hmm...by my calculations, it appears we are on a planet inhabited by greenery, water, and crunchy water filled morsels," smacked Whitney.
"Wait a minute, you're hungry too? Have either of you heard of fasting, or dieting, or starving perhaps?"
"I can almost taste 'em. Their watery center with a little crunch around the edges."
"So uh...just out of curiosity, where does it all go? I mean...you're a blob."
"Ah yes...very observant my blubbery friend, I am as you say, a blob," sighed Whitney, "for now at least." And before their very eyes, Whitney stretched and turned and twisted into a beautiful caribou.
"Oh, you look lovely," smacked Linley.
"Hold it Linley, remember...she's a blob."
"Oh yeah..."
"Alright, well Whitney, as much as it pains me, you seem to know your way around here, so you have to be our leader," groaned the walrus.
"Can I just lick her?"
"Yes, I will be your leader! And thus I will lead you. And led you will be...muahahaha!" cackled Whitney.
And off they cantered into the vast city of Brady, TX. As they were coming into the town, Linley made one last groan of hunger.
"I'M SO HUNGRY! Goodbye cruel world, goodbye to all who inhabit it. I barely begun to know thee. Tell my mother I loved her, and my children that their mother did not die in vain. Tell them...tell them to be proud of their dear sweet mummy."
"Okay, first of all, you aren't British so don't say 'mummy'. Secondly, you don't have children. Thirdly, you ate your mother when you were two. And lastly, you are not dying!" snapped Paul, "so just keep walking. Maybe there's a place nearby to eat."
"Yes," thought Whitney, "maybe there is a place to eat."
They came across a pizza parlor full of pizza, and a very handsome young man named Andy Corn. Andy Corn was the most eligable bachelor in Brady. Dashing, witty, and he made the finest pizza this side of the Brazos. When Linley walked into the diner, her whole body melted into a sea of tingles.
"He looks so...tasty," she gasped, "I just want to eat him all up."
"Hold on there Juliet. You don't bite the hand that feeds you, even if you want to eat that hand," Paul corrected.
"Hey! Pets aren't allowed here!"
"Huh?"
"You have to take your pets outside if you want food," Andy called from the counter.
"Pets?"
"Yeah, your caribou and...is that a walrus?"
"Yes, and this walrus has got a name. Got a problem with that?" Paul sneered.
"Good Lordy the great mammal talks."
"Yes, and the caribou does too. I want a large pepperoni, extra cheese on thin crust," Whitney ordered.
"I don't know if I can handle this."
"I feel...faint," groaned Linley.
"Oh...well, hang on, just hang on there now, let me make you a pizza and I'll get you something to drink," Andy hurried into the back and started shuffling around with their order.

As Andy Corn started to bring out their order, Linley zipped over there faster than light, ate the pizza, and sat down before Andy knew what had hit him, or the pizza.
"What the?"
"Mmm...that was good! More more!"
"Okay? I guess I'll go make another one."
When Andy came back out, it wasn't Linley but Whitney who ran to the pizza. Except instead of devouring the pizza, she took it and ran as far away as she could with Linley screaming after her.
"I told you you shouldn't bring pets in here."
Whitney turned back into the hideous green blob and ate the pizza. The pizza oozed down into the depths of her abdomen, or whatever it was, and began to multiply. One after the other, until there were hundreds, thousands, millions of pizzas. They began to flow out of Whitney and onto the street, into houses, buildings and major streets until the entire city was one big pizza buffet. The poor citizens didn't even know what had hit them until Whitney began to grow even more. She grew, tall, wide, and even more disgusting. The towns people tried to scream but they were all trapped under the pizzas. Linley heard the screaming outside and went to check to see what it was. What she saw was the most horrible sight any subhuman has to see. There was a mountain of pizza and on top, an enormous booger. The booger was stomping and roaring. Whitney picked up a human, and CRUNCH, he was gone. And another, CRUNCH! And another CRUNCH!

And ran out, "NOOO! Sarah Corn! That booger ate my wife!!!"
"Wait, you're married??" asked Linley.
"Oh yeah, I have been for a long time, I just try to keep it all hush hush."
"I will save your wife and this little pizza filled town!"
"But how?"
"I must eat...the booger."
And off she ran, chomping the pizza as she went, cutting a path to the enormous mucus monster and her captives. She came to Whitney and all her slimmy glory and was about to take a bite, when she realized, she has muscinex in her pocket! She found it in the vending machine in the pizza shop! Linley through the pills into Whitney and waited. Whitney began to chuckle,
"your little earth pills will not affect me! My ancestors built up an immunity decades ago!"
Linley knew what she must do. This was her purpose. The reason she was born. She took an enormous bite, one by one, and devoured Whitney, including her victims.
"I guess I got a little out of control," smirked Linley.
"That's okay, she was getting on my nerves anyway," smiled Andy, "but how are we going to clean up all this pizza???"
Linley smiled, and in a flash the pizza was gone.
"My word, the pizza is gone! Where did it all go?"
Linley patted her stomach and grinned.
"But you're a twig, not fat at all. You must have a metabolism like the speed of light!"
And off they went with Paul scooting behind them into the sunset. Whenever an evil fiend came to take over Brady, TX, Linley was there to save the day cause she is the
MIGHTY METABOLIZER!!!!

If God Owned a Bullhorn...

Okay, here's a question for you. Have you ever had the feeling that God is telling you that you have a purpose and you are meant to be somewhere, but He is telling you ahead of time? Like you know that you are supposed to leave, to go somewhere else, but when you start to make plans, it just all feels wrong, even though in the end you know that is where you need to be? I discovered myself having these feelings the past few weeks. It started when I went to Lubbock with Linley. The very feeling of being in Lubbock just made me feel happy, content, and purposeful. I let out a deep sigh one day as I was driving to Tech to meet Andy. I was content, I was happy. The very thought of returning to Abilene gave me a horrible, sickening feeling.

The day that I had to return to Abilene, I was sad, but determined not to cry on my way home. I didn't want to leave...home; I didn't want to leave my home. When I returned to Abilene, I sank into a deep depression. Worse than I have ever been in throughout my entire life. For about three nights straight, I cried myself to sleep. One night, I was walking around my dorm hardly able to hold the tears in. I think I scared my roommate. I actually shut myself in my closet.

So I started praying about it, telling God that I was sad and so forth. He was silent the entire time. I began to get angry because I felt like God wanted something from me, but He wouldn't verify what that was. From what I was sensing, I needed to be in Lubbock. My time here in Abilene is done and I need to get out of here and go where I am needed. How could I prove to myself, though, that this wasn't just a longing to be with Andy? The difference was, that this was stronger than it has ever been before and I have never wanted to leave Abilene as badly as I did then. I decided that God now wanted me in Lubbock and ACU was not where I need to be. So I started looking up library jobs in Lubbock (there were three positions open I might add), and started thinking about transferring and what all that would entail. Once I started doing that, I had a flash in my head about all the people in Abilene that I think need me. I had yet another sickening feeling about leaving Abilene! Good grief God make up your mind, where do you want me? I realized, that my time here is not at an end. I have never had this happen but once, and that was whether or not I was supposed to marry Andy. Of course that was supposed to be in the future. But where I'm supposed to live? And without me asking? I truly believe that God was trying to tell me that I have a purpose in Lubbock, but not just yet, that I'm still going to have to wait a little while longer.

When God says no...he means it

I think it is absolutely amazing how you can have extravagent plans that just seem to be perfect. You sit down, plan it all out, and you have a genuine "aha!" moment when you discover that everything just falls into place perfectly. Then not far down the road, everything just does not go as planned. Not just one thing wrong...no, everything is wrong. Everything just says, "God does not want you to do this right now."

This happened to me today. I thought that I would be able to live away from home in a house or an apartment with friends and I that I would easily be able to afford it. I tossed the idea around with my mom, and as I was talking everything just seemed to be so perfect. I could use the loan money that I would have used for the dorm on my rent. I have had several people ask what I'm going to be doing for living arrangements. I could think of at least two houses that would be free after this semester. Everything seemed perfect. Until I got a letter back from the first house owner, Paul, who said that the two sides of his duplex that would presumedably be empty after this semester would in fact be occupied. Okay, that's fine. There's still one house left. Then I get home and my current roommate says that she already has plans. Okay, that's fine, there's still one person and she asked me if I'd live with her. I check my computer and she had written me back to say that just recently she made plans with three other people. Could God be saying no any louder. I get all of this in the same day. There are no other people other than these two girls, so there isn't any point in seeing if I could get that other house.

For whatever reason, God wants me to live at home. I don't know why, but that's the way it has to be. I trust Him, but I'm not going to deny that I am very disappointed.

Shopping for that Special Ring

I know most of you have not started looking for your ring yet and if some of you were, I would be a bit concerned. I've started looking to see if I can find a good price on a ring and which ring I would like to have. Problem is, what do I do when I find one? I can't exactly say, "hey Andy, I found a ring. You should go out and buy one."

So today I was shopping in the clearance section on the Zales website, cause I'm cheap like that. I found the perfect ring. I love it! Now what do I do. I kind of hinted that I found one I liked, but does he question further, NO! *groan* Well, just for your information, this picture of a ring is the ring that I absolutely love. Just so you know. haha...

License and Registration Ma'am

Would you believe that for the first time in my life, I was pulled over for a traffic violation? Yes, me! Driving Miss Daisy Sarah! I couldn't believe it either. I've always imagined what it would be like when I was finally pulled over. Would I cry? Would I talk really fast? Would I make a complete fool of myself so that the officer thought there was something wrong with me and gave me a sobriety test? Well, tonight when I saw the bright lights of the Highway Patrolman's car, I calmly pulled over. Like I had done this a hundred times! But once I got to the side, my head started to race. What did I do? I wasn't speeding. I'm pretty sure I used my blinker back there when I was changing lanes. Oh no, what if I was weaving and he thinks I'm drunk!?

The officer walks over to my car and says in the best Barney Fife voice ever, "Ma'am, I am a Highway Patrol Officer. I have pulled you over because you have a headlight out."

Me: "Really? Which one?"

Officer: "That one" (points to passenger side)

Me: "Oh thank you sir, I will definately get that fixed."

Officer: "Ma'am I need to see your license and registration"

I hand him both.

Officer: "Where were you headed Miss?"

Me: "ACU"

Officer: "Are you from Abilene?"

Me: "Uh...yes."

Officer: Looks at my registration "And who's this...Bradley Gallaway?"

Me: My dad...

Officer: Mhmm...well, MISS Gallaway, this will be a warning, but let me reitterate that your headlight is out and you need to get that fix A..S..A..P.

So he takes my license and runs my information in his car. Let me tell you that I just got back from the movies and I REALLY needed to use the bathroom. He takes almost 7 minutes running my information in his car. Meanwhile, I am rocking back and forth in my car saying to myself, "I gotta pee, I gotta pee, I gotta pee." When he finally returns, he hands me my license and the piece of paper that says I almost committed a crime (it says Violator: Sarah Gallaway, Warning: Defective Head Lamp). And then he says, "well, Miss Gallaway, here's your warning and you best get that headlight fixed." And then walks off and waits for me to drive off.

That was the most awkward and strange event I have ever had. That man was so weird and he kept me too long. I needed to potty. Well, I can honestly say that I've been pulled over. Well, at least I didn't get a ticket.

Adventures in Tortilla Land (Lubbock for those who don't know)

For those who know me well, you know that I am in no way daring. I stick to the rules, and if anything seems the least big out of sorts, I will literally flee. So this past weekend when I went to Lubbock with Linley, I had my first daring streak! Here's how it all went down.

Linley and I were in Andy's room. We had just finished studying and now we had ordered a pizza and were about to watch the movie "What Happens in Vegas" (which if you haven't seen you need to. It is so funny!). So after the movie, I was on a little sugar high and couldn't sit still. We all played cards and when we were done, Linley exclaimed that she needed to use the bathroom. Since we were in Andy's dorm, we couldn't use the bathroom on that floor because it is a guy's bathroom and it most certainly wasn't late enough for us to sneak in. We had to go down two floors to the guest bathroom. Linley was wearing a cami because she didn't want to get pizza on her nice shirt. So she looked all sexy and cute. Why shouldn't I? Ironically I was wearing the same cami underneath my nice shirt. So I stripped down to my cami and jeans and formulated a plan. Why I thought of this, I can't say.

I decided that Linley and I would link arms with Andy on either side of him, strut our stuff down the hall, and see how many weird looks or double takes we get. For those of you who are not familiar with Andy, he doesn't exactly hang out with girls when I'm not around. He's such a good guy. So if any of his neighbors saw him with two girls dressed the way we were, we would definately get some looks. We leave his room and start "strutting" down the hallway, only to not run into a single person! I was so disappointed. Andy and I waited outside the bathroom for Linley to get done and quickly started heading back to his room. Only this time, Andy's 3 neighbors were lining the hallway. The way they were standing, we had to walk right between them. So I turn the strut back on, and the moment Linley and I reached them, they got silent. I tried not to look at them, but what I did see was wide eyes and there could have been question marks over their heads like that "I'm thinking Arby's" sign in the commercials. Man I felt HOT!

So we get back to Andy's room and all three of us start cracking up. Andy was beaming. I think that night the poor thing felt like a man. He had two hot girls, and they had nothing. In fact, the next day he said, "I wanted to look them straight in the eye and say 'you may have your beer and slutty girls, but I have two hot women and you have NOTHING!'" And you know what, even though I probably shouldn't have done that and it was in no way lady like, it kinda boosted my self-esteem too. I felt hot. I had three guys check me out and my man was proud of me. I guess I had never really thought about it, but it is really nice to know that Andy would gladly say, "this is my woman and she is hot."

So no the night wasn't exactly "daring" and I didn't put my life in danger like most college students, but it was exciting and I felt good! Oh and later on that night we took a walk around campus and this girl and guy burst out of Andy's dorm panting. As they walked past us, I heard the guy pant "man that was some good sex." I thought I had heard wrong until Andy said something about it. UGH! Who does that and says something so we can hear it! At least wait to leave until you can stop breathing hard! It was a very eventful night.

In the Beginning

Hello all,
I decided that it is high and time that I start writing things down. With my life as busy as it is, there is no other way for friends, family, coworkers, or random strangers to know what's going on in my life. I hate to make people sit and listen to my struggles or joys, so this way you can hear what I have to say and if you think it is completely and utterly a waste of your time and effort, you are free to stop reading as you please. SO...here we go.

Christmas break is just about to end and I am dreading returning to school. This last semester was very very stressful. There were points where I didn't think I would make it through. I took 16 hours and worked 20. I was up past midnight every night and then I would usually wake up at 8 or earlier every morning. I skipped a lot of meals. Some days, I would only run on one meal all day which usually consisted of something greasy and unhealthy. Soda and sugar kept me running. Needless to say, I hated school. This semester should be better, I'm only taking 13 hours, two of which are water aerobics and band. Then an English literature class and an online education class. So those should be relatively easy.

So, what about me and Andy? I will not hesistate to say that this has been a trying run for the both of us. However, if you consider what it could be like if we went to schools in separate states or if we had decided to not try to do a long distance relationship at all, this really isn't that bad. I have been very very blessed to have Andy in my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Which brings me to the question that I know everyone is DYING to ask. When are you two getting engaged? I will answer that with a sigh and say that I do not know. Only Andy and God know the answer to that question.