The night I met Greg;

I have been married for a little over a year (a year and four months to be exact), and since meeting Greg, falling in love with him, marrying him, and being married to him, I've never actually blogged anything on our relationship. So here it goes. The answer to the much asked question, how did you meet?
I had a date in which was quite disappointing, and I went home relieved it was over and with the desire to find something to forget it. Fortunately, my friend, Chris, called me right after I was dropped off asking whether or not I wanted to come over to his new condo to watch a movie with us. I said yes, of course, and after the conversation, I thought, "Us? who is Us?." Chris came over to pick me up as I didn't have a car, and I met him at my door, and saw someone else right behind him. I thought to myself, "who is this nerdy, little, white guy?" Now, Chris is 6'7", so anyone standing next to him looks quite little (Greg isn't little; he's 5'10"). So Chris took me to his place in his car, and his friend followed us.
When we got to Chris' place, he formally introduced me to his friend, Greg, who was wearing a black sweatshirt with "Now accepting applications for a girl friend" in Japanese. We talked and then decided to watch Happy Gilmore together.
Chris has a really nice couch, but the downfall is there are only two recliner chairs for three people. So half way through the movie, Chris finally realizes that both he and Greg have a recliner for their feet, and I don't. He then asked if I didn't want to switch places with either him or Greg so I could have a recliner. I replied playfully, "No, it's okay; I get to sit in between two good-looking guys," and then I preceded to put my arms around both of them. I'm not sure what happened at this point, but for some reason Greg decided it would be fun to cuddle with me, and pulled me closer to him. My initial reaction was this is awkward!! But I decided to cuddle. (Chris told me later that the whole time, he felt like a third wheel and that he felt cheated because it was his new place and he hadn't any "action" yet.)
After the movie, Chris, feeling rather mortified after watching other people cuddle on his new couch, asked Greg to take me home. Greg very graciously took me home. I recall that he talked about his family on the way home. He recalls me being unable to give him directions to my apartment, which I have to say is a lie. I know my directions were correct; he was just driving all around town on his own accord.
Greg is a gentleman; he walked me to my door when he dropped me off. He then asked me if I didn't want to go to his apartment on Sunday for a Nightmare Before Christmas sing-along which I agreed to. He asked for my number which I gave. (This is the part where I realize now I should have been in bed because I was so tired!)
At the moment we were suppose to part, Greg went into hug me, which at the time I thought he was trying to give me a kiss (which is a terrible signal to mix up). So we KISSED! Afterwards, Greg said, "Well, that was awesome." I thought how could I have let him kiss me!? And I went inside mortified because he kissed me. My roommate woke up when I went to bed, and we talked about what happened. I told her that I wasn't sure I wanted to see this guy ever again because he kissed me. She then told me that I didn't have to, and that I owed her candy because Greg and I kissed...
I am not sure why I gave Greg a second chance, but after talking about it with him, he told me it was me that kissed him and not the other way around. Greg said, "Yeah, it was you that kissed me AND you pushed me up against the wall."
I believe we were definitely meant to be, even though it required a strange meeting. And I suppose I have to thank Chris for bringing us together on that fateful night so long ago. I also have to say, I don't know how I am going to tell the story to my kids without them judging me. Greg says he's going to tell them that their mom is a "face-raper", and now I worry about when my kids are little telling all of their friends that their mom is "face-raper". sigh, the moral of the story is, don't stay up really late especially when you have work at 5:30 the next morning.

yeah, so I viewed a few of my friends' blogs. I liked all the Halloween stories, especially Greg's story of watching a furby get hit by a car...(?) entertaining. And Ben's story of playing ultimate fisbee until two something in the morning...And Marcus's story of being the phantom of the opera. alas, it's interesting to see what goes on in people's lives.

RESisTANce

HAha...I am a person without flaws...just kidding. I have found that I am not a person who can easily focus on one task. Especially focusing on my homework. I have found that I put off my homework until later in the evening and go to bed late because I am unable to focus on the daunting task of learning.
What I have found that works is reading my scriptures before I start on my homework. I have found that the Spirit is able to teach, and will help me understand and therefore I am able to focus a bit better on my work. I learned this simple thing not too long ago, and it has really helped me tremendously.

Halloweenie

So my Halloween was not your typical Halloween. I went to the Provo Temple with my new found interest, Greg. We went in to do baptisms of course, but sadly he was not needed down in the baptistery. So, he went upstairs to do other needed work while I celebrated the thought of commemorating the dead and doing work for them. We then went to Cafe Rio, which is awesome cheap Mexican food on University Parkway (if you wanted to check that out yourself). Then I sadly had to go back on campus to do some necessary work...: (
Afterwards since I felt the need to spend my day with someone I care about, of course, Greg. Greg and I decided to go to the Nickel Arcade where he proceeded to kick my butt at DDR and other amazingly fun video games.
Later my evening consisted of dressing up as a princess and going to my writing teacher's house for homemade donuts with my roommate, Bethany and a friend of ours, James. And then we went to Denny's and had a late delicious dinner. We decided to watch The Phantom of the Opera at home, and I ended my day at that.

The value of Work

Growing up, my parents had the same attitude towards work. We all had our chores or assignments around the house. It was not as organized when I was younger, but we all had to participate in our house projects or do what we were told by our parents. Later on, we had to learn the value of taking the initiative. Even though you are not told to do something, and you see it needs to be done, do it. That was something I learned quickly especially as the oldest child of a single parent.
"You do not grow unless you work." I love this quote; it is completely true in all respects. You can not progress at all if you do not work. Work on your talents, schooling, relationships, testimonies, etc. There is another quote by Gordon B. Hinckley that says something to the respect of when a person gains a personal testimony, he is not motivated by outside things, but by the conviction of his heart. It remind us that faith is such a big part of our lives. We push ourselves to be better and closer to Heavenly Father because we believe--know it's true. We work on our testimonies, we are stretched because we believe it's true. We work on these Gospel principles because we have made it a goal in our life to return to our Father in Heaven.
I also like how Gordon B. Hinckley says that we like play and that we do need it. But play does come in moderation. When I went to the Lion House about a month ago, I found a really cool saying by Brigham Young, "Eight hours of work, eight hours of play, and eight hours of sleep makes a day." We need work, and we need play, and we most definitely need the play, but it all comes with balance.

Education in Zion

So I really liked the exhibit on Education in Zion. It shows the need for education and how far it really has come. One thing I love out of this whole exhibit is the example of Joseph Smith. I think the example of Joseph Smith is something we should all follow. He was a poorly educated person who translated the Book of Mormon, tried and failed at starting a bank in Ohio, was able to receive revelations, organized the School of Prophets, organized the Church through inspiration of the Lord. it really goes to show that men will be strong through their weaknesses (Ether 12:27) , and Heavenly Father does teach us through our trials and experiences. Joseph Smith learned to really listen to Heavenly Father's counsel when he let Martin Harris take the manuscripts. He learned to overcome trials and have faith when things were at their worst. He continued his education even though he was an adult. I think that people have it wrong when they say that they will not have to continue learning when they get out of college. there are so many things in the world that could be better understood and necessary for our use. Like Joseph Smith, Jr., my mom has kind of had to do that. She quit school and got married, then went into the military when she got divorced. Learned another language, continued her education through the military and after she got out (thanks to the G.I. bill!). and it's crazy because she has so much education, and hardly the job market to support her in the place she lives. But education is a continuing thing that is totally worth one's time. I love the promise in Doctrine and Covenants 130:18(-19) "Whatever principle of intelligence we attain unto in this life, it will rise with us in the resurrection." So Learn all you can, and learn to be more like Heavenly Father.

Homecoming Week...

I don't know what it is, but I feel really un spirited here at school. Maybe it's because I am indifferent and feel like not celebrating. I have no idea why because I love school, learning, the friends that I have made, etc.
Anyways, I attended the True Blue Football, and was not really impressed. First of all, the game like ended when I got there like (4:45ish) and people were like all about this volcano like thing spewing foam! yay! So, yeah, I was kind of thinking, "odd. people going crazy over foam...interesting...scary." And then I waited a while in line for the huge hill in which one could slide down on in and get "foamed", and was thinking this is so not worth it. I think I will go home now. So I walked home with blue feet and that was that.
I think I will attend the parade.
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As for the parade, I found that it was like any other parade except it was stinkin' cold and I didn't stick around long. I think I maybe perhaps have a terrible attitude problem, and have become anti-yada-wada. it's bad, I know, but I think it might be friends who seem to be a bit anti-this and that, too, and so it has become a social kind of a thing. I think I should fix something here.