Secrets…

Everyone knows that secret keeping is among the major No No’s of marriage. I have committed the sin.

It hasn’t been easy, in fact to my dismay, I’ve come to the realization that secrets have a tendency to dribble from my lips to go running out to Kevin.  It’s alarming really. B.K (before Kevin, not Burger King) I could keep a secret like it was nobody’s business. If Secret Keeping was an Olympic sport, I’d have more metals then Michael Phelps. This was more due to the fact I would most likely forget the secret just moments after it was breathed to me in the deepest aire of secrecy. I could promise not to tell because in a few minutes I’d have forgotten the entire thing.

Until now.

I’ve been keeping this secret from my boy Kevin for a couple days now.I’ve been working on something alone in a dark room for quite sometime now and it’s finally on it’s way here. I’ll keep you guys posted but for now, my lips are sealed.

Bling Bling

Whoa, look at that! One minute I’ve got my life all planned out, I’m taking classes and taking notes, the next minute I’ve got this huge ring on my finger and no clue what God’s got planned for me now. But I’m okay with that. Sometimes I wonder if I’m mature enough for this role I’ve stumbled into, but all those thoughts and worries disappear when I fall into a fit of giggles watching my husband’s interpretation of the Olympic games.

It’s the Final Countdown

Wow. 18 days of school left… 85 til I’m a Mrs. This year has been the longest, hardest, most humbling, emotion filled, brightest, wettest, rainiest, happiest year of my life. I can’t wait to go home. Of course I’ve made some friendships here that I will never forget, but I ache to be back in Washington, back to Snatchee, and back to Kevin.. (not necessarily in that order) To sum up the year in one word? Bittersweet. It was my last year ever playing college basketball, my last year with my teammates, but it was also my last year I would ever have to be gone.

Uhhh… wedding plans. I’ve discovered somethings about myself as I’ve watched myself “prepare” for the biggest day of my life. I have some kind of weird fear of talking to people on the phone and I procrastinate too much… I’ll send those invitations that I haven’t got out later… Great.

Kevin and I are apparently “golden retrievers”. I must’ve cheated on my personality test, because I’m sure my personality is more king of the jungleish. “Apparently” Kevin and I are introverts that are more relationship oriented and will spend the remainder of our days huddled in a dimly lit corner of his basement, never to make human contact with the outside world. And honestly, I found myself thinking that we could have a lot of fun doing that, making couch cushion forts and such.

Last night I found out I had A.D.D. Jen and I were studying and talking about something, one of my friends looks like John Mayer… Oh and Kitty died. Not last night. He must have overdosed on all of the extra food I sprinkled in his bowl before leaving him alone for a week and a half. I found him on the bottom of his bowl… I buried him two days later.

Honestly, Kitty wanted to die. I think he was lonely, or maybe just bored. I would always catch him trying to jump out of his bowl or attempting to bury himself alive under the glass blobs I placed in the bottom of his bowl. I don’t blame him. How can you? Kitty was a Washington fish. If only he would have made it a few more weeks…

That’s the news. Kevin’s building a fence in his backyard so when we get married and I move in we can get a PUPPY! And we both think we could get a Kitty II too. I can’t wait. I have a fifty page study guide for a major test tomorrow, and since I can’t get CSI on hulu I think I might just go study for it. uhhh…. school. Wish me Luck!