Another Funny Dream I Had...

So, this weekend was AMAZING!! But, I cannot post about it yet because the pictures have not been put up, so, I decided to post about a dream I was reminded of this weekend. I probably had it about a month or two ago, and I thought it was funny so I called Dahl and told him about it at work, but promptly forgot about it.

This weekend, we went to Jack Johnson with David and Amy (more on that wonderfulness later), and after that we went to Iceberg. Somewhere in our conversation, Amy mentioned having a dream where David had to go on a mission. In her dream, she was all upset and kept visiting him at the MTC, trying to convince him to come back with her. And it all came flooding back:

I dreamed Dahl had never gone on a mission (in reality he went to Long Beach, California and got back in August... as a side note, it's almost his one year mark! Good job babe!). In my dream, he got called on a mission. I was really sad about it, of course, because he would have to leave.

I got super worried about him falling in love with a sister missionary on his mission. Like, I legitimately resented this sister missionary who would make him fall in love with her. I could see her in my mind’s eye and had very angry thoughts towards her. Haha.

But, I remembered that it was not my place to stand in his way, and that lots of girls do this. I told myself it's okay to have to send a missionary off, and it's my duty to be encouraging. So I was trying very hard to be a good girl and support him leaving me for 2 whole years (seriously, girls, I don't know how you do it).

Then someone said, "Don't worry, it's on a service mission so he'll only be gone 6 months." And I got REALLY worried because when people go on service missions it is often because they have some sort of disability and are unable to go on a full-time 2-year mission. So I was like... HAVE I BEEN DATING A RETARDED PERSON THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!

And I was really confused and worried about it and I felt SUPER awkward. I kept going through the things he did and trying to see if there was something off about them. And, through all of my confusion, I was still worried about that skanky sister missionary making a move. It was a very discombobulating dream!

Anyway, that was my dream. I think it's funnier if you hear me tell it, which some of you probably have. But, hope you enjoyed it anyway. :)

(This is Dahl on his real mission with his friend, Greg. So cute, huh?)

Fun Date Last Night :)

Last night, Dahl took me on a really fun date! You may be surprised when I tell you what it is. But before I do, I'm gonna back up a little bit.

As a refresher, Dahl works for APX for text support, meaning he helps customers with their problems over the phone. He is also really good at it, last week he had the highest stats for his floor!! So, he is pretty much working all day.

Sometimes, I'm not working all day, because I am here all day and I have a set of tasks to complete. If I finish them, and I haven't been assigned any more things to do, I am free to do other things like blog.

Sometimes, Dahl gets bored at work listening to people b!+(h about things, so he likes it when I email him fun things to read. That's where StumbleUpon comes in. Stumbleupon is an amazing way to use your internet time. I wouldn't recommend it if you don't have time to just sit and look at websites, but that is exactly what I have sometimes. Basically, it takes you to sites you will find interesting. You pick a group of topics you think are good from a list, and you can like things that you stumble into, so it becomes more and more customized to you. I find so much cool stuff! I love it! So when I find something I like, I usually copy and paste it and send it to both his work and normal email so he can see it both ways. I send him everything from videos and pictures (which he cannot watch till later) to relationship advice (hint hint... jk, but I do send it to him) to fun facts, to personality quizzes I take to recipes to inspirational quotes and stories.

As I said before, he can almost never see the pictures and he can never see the videos I send (there is no sound). So he texted me last night and said we should watch them. And I said sure, tonight! And he said, "Ya! Wanna make it a date? We'd go out to eat and then to Barnes and Noble and bum off their wifi and read books there!" I thought it was a great idea and added going to Spoon it Up because they are having buy one get one free with text and we want to try all the frozen yogurt places in Provo. ( I know, good luck, right? There are like a million!)

Now, Dahl takes me on lots of dates, and they are all fun. But, since we have been dating for awhile, they are usually more impromptu, like "I'm hungry, wanna go get some food??" And then we do. Which is fine, I mean I don't expect to be called and asked if I am busy ______ night and then be formally asked out and told when I would get picked up. But, sometimes it is fun to get asked on a date. So, I get SUPER excited when he plans it all out, especially when it is a surprise. It was not a surprise, but it was planned out, so I got all excited and curled my hair and changed into cute clothes, and he appreciated my cuteness of course :)

(Us at Barnes and Noble in the kids carpet area)

We left around 7:30 and went to Zupas for dinner. It was delicious, as usual. We had forgotten his laptop, so we decided to just bag the watching things idea and read in the bookstore. It was so fun! We got a lot of books from the humor section, like FML and What is your poop telling you? and Senior Moments, among other things. Our favorite one we found was 1001 Ways To Be Romantic. It was sooo cute, I totally want it. Barnes and Noble was disappointing in one aspect, however: there weren't very good seating arrangements. We expected couches we could sit on but the only things they had were little couch chairs that were all taken and other uncomfortable chairs. Soo we sat on the floor, mostly in the children's section. Anyway it was tons of fun reading and just hanging out with him. I like chill nights like that :)

Then we went to Spoon it Up because of their awesome 2 for 1 sale, and then back home.

It was so fun! I totally recommend doing it. We are definitely going to do it again, sometime. It's super cheap (if you skip the dinner part) and fun and you get to know the other person better, too. Do you have any fun creative dates?? Send them my way, we would love to try them!!

Guest Blog: My Sister, Heather- Trust Me, You Will Love It!

So, I decided to do a guest blog for my lovely sister, Heather. If you like my blog, you will LOVE her blog. I'm pretty sure she's a better writer than me (but don't you stop reading mine to go to hers all the time!) This is us:

For this guest blog, I am just going to do one that she has already written. It was one of her most popular ones, and I have only heard praise about it. It's pretty darn funny. Soo, you should be following both of our blogs! Here is proof:

Love Sacs and Douche Bags

School may have been cancelled this Monday, but here's something I learned over my 3-day weekend: douche bags have LoveSacs. Maybe it's a generalization, but in my experiences so far, I'd say it's been pretty sound.

This is a new trend I've noticed going around Provo. Bean bags, as it turns out, are for little girls and their friends at sleepovers. LoveSacs are for little men and their potential NCMO's at all hours of the night.

Here are some things you can assume /expect when you walk into a boy's apartment and you spy a LoveSac conveniently placed before a very nice TV:

1. They probably spent quite a bit of money on said TV. This is because they spend a lot of time in front of it with whatever girls happen to follow them home on any given night. This does not, however, mean that they will spend a lot of time actually watching the TV.

2. The guys who live in this apartment are douche bags. They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be premies or RM's, ranging in age from about 18-26, typically. Some dress nicely and smell good, while others are prime candidates for "What Not to Wear." There are gamers and there are athletes. Despite all of these idiosyncrasies, the thing they all have in common is their horniness.

3. Upon entering and noticing the LoveSac, you will feel a sense of mild discomfort. This will only increase as the night progresses, and you will want to shoot yourself by the time the boy sitting next to you tries to slip his hand into your tightly-clenched fist....for the twenty-sixth time in a row.

4. The guys you will be spending time with are not guys of the highest caliber. They may not avoid the niceties altogether, but the words rolling off their tongues will be practiced and mendacious. The more time you spend with them, exchanging pleasantries, the more apparent their insincerity will become. Oh, sure, they will ask you where you are going to school, what your major is, where you're from, and your favorite color. The more sophisticated ones often try to lay a foundation for a shadow of a friendship, luring you into a sense of false security by picking one thing to tease you about. This gives the impression that the two of you are, in fact, close friends. Inside jokes are a favorite tool of these con men. There are those who are so dedicated that they will go so far as to avidly inquire after your long-gone great-grandmother's floral preferences, but you will not be fooled. You will recognize the hollowness of the things they say because of the unmerited confidence with which they try to make a move on you immediately following their carefully placed comment. It is astounding.

5. You will be watching a scary movie. It is a statistical fact that girls are more inclined to make out with guys after watching a scary movie than after any other kind of movie. This statistic makes practical sense, and even guys who have not heard it stated as a hard and fast statistic will swear by it and count on it. Since the guys you are hanging out with are douchebags, this will be even more than a convenient truth to them: it will be one of their favorite mantras. (You'll find it right up there on the list next to "'No' means 'yes,'" or at least an accommodating 'later.')

6. You will be getting home much later than you had planned on, or want. When you find yourself in this situation, beware! Douche bags feel no obligation to bring girls home when they ask, particularly if the hour is respectable. Depending on how severe their lack of respect is, they may not even feel an obligation to bring you home when you openly discuss with your friend all the people you could possibly call to come and rescue you (admittedly a short list, considering the time of night--or morning). In fact, they may not even act flustered while you and your friend toy with the idea of walking home, a distance of several miles in winter-clad Provo at 4 in the morning. This will not faze them, as you may have hoped. In fact, they will think it is completely normal and try to give you a hug as you leave.

7. Following this harrowing experience, you will find yourself in a state of embarrassment at your own naivety. You will replay the scenes to yourself, storing away the things the boys said that initially caught your interest and sliding them neatly into a drawer in the filing cabinets of your mind labelled "CAUTION! AVOID!" You will also find yourself annoyed that you ever appeared to be the kind of girl this new generation of LoveSac Douche Bags would prefer. You will subconsciously check the length of your skirt and the scoop of the neck on your shirt, only to approve of them all over again. You are not the problem. You are a tasteful and classy individual, if a little naive.

But here's my question. Is it really naivety to assume that you will be given a ride back to your own apartment when you request it? Should this assumption really be chalked up to inexperience, or is it a reasonable expectation that was sadly tromped all over in an unfortunate (but rare) experience?

Women all over the globe can be heard to lament that "chivalry is dead." In my opinion, chivalry is opening doors, small acts of protectiveness, a coat in the mud, even standing when the woman of the house enters the room. I can live without these things. I am perfectly capable of getting my own door and stepping around the mud puddle. It's not a "deal breaker" if the boy turns off the heater without asking me if I am comfortable and warm. Of course I will be pleased if a boy does do these things, but I don't mind a more modern man, either.

Taking a girl home when it was you who drove her to your apartment, and she tells you she is ready to leave, is not chivalry. It is common respect. I would even go so far as to say it is common sense. If your mother did not instill this idea in you, your conscience should have taken care of it. When a girl says, "Please take me home," you take her home. That some boys think it is acceptable to essentially hold a girl hostage is ridiculous to me. A few days ago, I would have even said it was inconceivable!

Unfortunately, it is not so far-fetched as one might hope.

Young single women of Provo, be on your guard against these skeezes I have just described.

This is a link to her awesome blog:

http://hconnor09.blogspot.

com/

My Terrible (But Funny) Dream Last Night

Last night I had a terrible dream. I woke up feeling very confused and unhappy.

You know how sometimes when you feel a certain way in a dream and you wake up and feel that way again? Like you're mad at someone in a dream and you wake up still feeling mad at them even though they didn't really do anything and you know it? Well, I don't really feel mad, but I still am pretty much reeling from it, which is dumb, but I was so upset in my dream. So here it is:

I dreamed I was getting married to Dahl, but he grew his hair out really long, and he looked sooo dumb! I was really mad at him, and I thought it looked like I was marrying a girl in the pictures. I was just so unhappy! And I was trying to act like I was fine because it was my wedding day, but I was just furious. And I couldn't remember any poses I wanted to do for pictures, and I really just didn't wanna be there or be getting married at all, I was so upset about the whole thing. And he just looked HORRIBLE. His hair looked like this:

Now, I know that this might look hot on Brad Pitt, but that does not mean I would want that for my wedding, okay? Later in the dream it looked like he had a mullet:

Sorry, that is a nasty picture... Anyway, finally he cut his hair (still on the wedding day) and it looked like Michael J Fox's in Back to the Future (which we watched last night at his parents' house).

When asked why he cut his hair, he said because his MOM thought he should. And I was like... what about me??? (BTW I love his mom and think she's super cute so this was nothing against her.)

And I told him his hair looked like eighties hair because I just wanted it to go back to normal and everyone jumped to his defense and said that this was what all the kids were doing these days and I KNEW that wasn't true. And it didn't even look like Dahl, it looked like some other guy and I was like who am I marrying?!?!?!

And I woke up and felt relieved it was only a dream and confused about everything but I knew Dahl had work at 8:30, so I called him to make sure he was awake, and he answered sounding very awake so I started telling him about the dream and how horrible it was. He asked if it even looked like him in the dream, and I said no and he said that's because it wasn't me! And he reassured me that that would NEVER happen. Which I already knew because Dahl always keeps his hair pretty short. Like this:

See? So handsome! Anyway, I hate dreams like that, because I still feel crappy. Do you ever have any really weird dreams where you wake up and the feeling stays??

Flashback Friday! Slipping and Sliding

(Don't look at me!)

So, I want to give the credit for this idea (Flashback Friday) to Mendy Hunter, one of my wonderful young women's leaders. She does these sometimes, although she hasn't in awhile, I don't think. Anyway, I thought it was catchy, so I'm doing it too now, unless she gets mad :) which she wouldn't because she is adorable. Basically, I will just do these on a previous event. They can be anywhere from my childhood to a few months ago, and I'll just try to tell fun stories.

Since I'm pretty sure some of you are getting tired of hearing about Dahl (although I wouldn't get tired of writing about him), I was going to be considerate and post a childhood story. BUT I have no pictures of my childhood and those are kind of important because it wouldn't be as cute if I didn't show a picture. SO this will be a story with Dahl. BUT it's a funny one, I think you'll like it :) (I also think my parents will hate it... we'll see!)

Okay, so this was when we had been dating maybe two months? I'm not exactly sure how long, but we were about to go somewhere and decided to shower first. So he went to his apartment, and I went to mine.

For those of you who don't know how Raintree is set up, when you walk into my apartment, you're on the far right end of the apartment and in front of you is the kitchen area and behind you is the living room. Then there's a hall straight to the right of you that leads to bathrooms in the direction you're facing, first a vanity with a mirror facing you and then it goes back to a bathroom that's even father ahead of where you would be and bedrooms behind. So, if you have just walked in, you may be able to see someone standing in the first vanity area through the mirror, but you don't usually see anyone.

I finished showering and decided that, as I was home alone, I would just get ready in not very many clothes (aka bra and panties). I also decided to blast music just for fun. So I was dancing around my apartment getting pretty for what I'm sure was a date, and I kept thinking, Maybe I should tell Dahl to text or call before he comes over, this could be a potentially awkward situation... Nah! He would never come over without calling, he knows I was just in the shower! I had this thought process multiple times, and always shrugged it off.

Meanwhile, Dahl decided it was time to come get me. He rationalized that, as it had been about an hour, I was definitely done and dressed if nothing else. He came over and knocked. I couldn't hear anything over my singing and the music blasting, so I didn't answer the door.

THEN, I heard the front door open. CRAP! That's probably Dahl! That's bad! Then I thought an even scarier thought. What if it's someone else?! Someone dangerous?? That's worse!!! This thought process took the smallest fraction of a second, and I was running into the bathroom. I had just showered, so there was water on the floor. I slid all the way to the shower/ tub and caught myself somewhat on the shower curtain and continued to slip and fall into things, making quite a ruckus, I assure you. So, I finally caught myself enough to close the door and lock it before the intruder came back.

"Kell? Kell are you okay?" It was Dahl! First I was relieved it was just him, then slightly annoyed because why didn't he call?!

"Go away! I'm not dressed!"

"You're okay?"

"Yes, go sit in the living room!"

"Okay."

So he sat in the living room while I dressed, and then we went on our date. I feel bad, he really did think that I would be done and I probably should have been, but I am a girl, and he is grateful for my well-spent primping time! For those of you who I know are wondering, he didn't get any peeks. Sadly for him, he only got to hear me falling all over to place and worry for my safety. Sorry boyfriend!

Do you have any funny/ embarrassing (naked) moments??

Edit: PS- My brother Joseph said he thinks it's funny that I didn't post about my childhood because there were no pictures, and then I posted without pictures anyway. Well, I DO have a picture (which took me a few minutes to find because I was afraid of typing naked into google images) it's just not of me. It's to exhibit the emotions, because, believe it or not, I took no pictures to document this event. Haha.

5 months (the night)

Okay, here's the update:

Dahl gave me a freshwater pearl necklace!

And a nice card (that was actually my favorite part, it was so sweet :) ). I gave him a collage of us (I actually made it last month but forgot to give it to him... oops!) We went to Tucanos for dinner and it was sooo good. I was more full than I think I have ever been in my whole life!

5 months! (The morning)

This morning at about 5 am I got a text from Dahl telling me to come outside. This seemed weird to me, but what was even weirder was that I woke up for it. (I am a top-notch sleeper. I could get awards for my abilities, pretty sure. About a week ago I fell asleep on a couch in an apartment full of boys playing video games and screaming at the screen. I woke up to said boys screaming my name in my face- they had been doing it for a little while, I think.) Anyway, I groggily trudged outside and saw something beautiful! It looked like this:

(Not really my picture but it is still lightning behind the mountains illuminating their silhouettes... soo pretty!)

It was a freaking amazing lightning storm! I watched it with Dahl for a little while, and I'm super glad we got to see it, I absolutely LOVE lightning storms. I think they are so amazing and gorgeous. Dahl said it was a good way to start out our 5 month anniversary... with a little electricity. I agree :).

This morning, the real start of it, I went over to Dahl's apartment where he made me breakfast! Look!

(Isn't he a stud? Making French Toast!)

(Us looking very much like we just woke up... this is what I look like without make up!)

(The finished product. So yummy!)

I'm sure I will add to this post later... this is just the beginning! Or maybe I'll just do a new post...