My Summer So Far!

· So I haven't really talked about my summer yet, so I'm going to start now :). Yay! And I will add pictures to keep you all wildly entertained :). Ready?? Go!

· Okay so first of all, I went home for a week and a half. It was really fun and relaxing. We didn't do a lot of adventurous things, and the weather was awful, but it was fun just to be with them :) I went to lunch with my parents and to Sarah's baptism; visited all the kids at school, Nicole at her internship, and Grandma at her home; attended church and saw tons of cute ladies I have missed; hosted a bridal shower for Jenn Tippetts; and just overall had fun with the kids and my parents. I love my family!

· Dahl and I celebrated our birthdays together! Mine was the 20th and his was the 21st. Thank GOODNESS my mom hurried up and had me on the 20th, because I would not like to share! But having the days next to each other was soo fun! He gave me: (1) A pink iPod Nano 8G that said on the back "Kelly, you rock my world. iLove you" He even put some songs on it! (2) a calendar that had pictures of my family and him on their respective birthdays and marked important days (1st date, 1st kiss, start of relationship). I now write what we do inside the calendar days. It's super cute, kind of like a journal! (3) He learned "Angel" by Jack Johnson on the guitar and sang it to me :) I gave him: (1) Jack Johnson tickets!(2) A book I made on Picaboo (so kind of like a scrapbook but made online and then bound and printed) that had our story with pictures and then at the end, 100 things I love about him. (3) A flight simulator that he can use to do hours on his computer :) We were the best present givers ever!

· We hiked to Stewart Falls together for Memorial Day! We had a BBQ with his family. So fun :)

We went to IHOP with a bunch of new people in the ward and made new friends and hung out with old friends.

· We got in a cool whip fight after making french toast for breakfast :)

· I did Bikini Body with the Relief Society!

· We went to the Hogle Zoo with David and Amy!

We also did a lot of other fun things without taking pictures! Shame on us for not documenting!

· We’ve gone to Greg’s house (Dahl’s old companion) to hang out with him and his fiancé, Mel, who also served in Dahl’s mission. We saw him (Greg) wrestle calves to the ground and brand them and put an elastic thing around their balls if they were bulls so they would shrivel and fall off. We also 4 wheeled and barbequed. Fun :)

· We doubled with Kali and Shelby and barbequed again, this time at Rock Canyon Park. It was so fun! We played Frisbee and baseball, too.

· We tripled with Heather and Jeremy and Heather’s old roomie Chelsea and Thomas. We went to Trafalga and mini golfed for free because Chelsea works there. We also went to Gandolfo’s. Sooo good!

· We saw Iron Man 2 by ourselves which was sweet and Karate Kid with David and Amy, which was awesome too!

Dahl's Not the Man of My Dreams; He's Better- 'Cause He's Real

So, if you read my last blog post, you know that I was trying to write about something different than what I ended up writing about. I ended up babbling so much, that I decided to make a whole separate post dedicated to this topic, because I think he is a topic that deserves to be given his own post. This post is about Dahl. I haven’t really written anything about him as a person, although the last post had a lot of stories about him, which I found quite entertaining, so I think he deserves a post all for himself. If you don’t wanna hear mushy love stuff, stop reading now. You have been warned.

The title for this blog originated from the quote from the movie 500 Days of Summer. It also originated from the conversation I had with Heather last night/ this morning. She was talking about boys she dated, and she said something interesting that I think every girl kind of thinks. We were talking about a boy she is kind of dating/ debating about dating/ deciding about dating. I was encouraging her, because I think he is a really nice boy, even if he’s not everything she ever wanted, or thinks she wants. She then said, “Well this might sound kinda bratty, but I think I deserve to get everything I want… don’t I?”

This is a question I have asked myself. Don’t I deserve to find that man that has every little insignificant quality that I have always wanted? Shouldn’t he look and act and be interested in every single thing I want him to be interested in? And the answer I have come up with is that would be great, but it’s not really necessary, and finding him would waste a lot of time. And when I did find him, I probably would discover that he’s not really what I wanted at all. Anyway, wouldn't that take out the fun of it? Wouldn't it be less rewarding because it takes out the work and the fight? Isn't everything good worth fighting for? Wouldn't that get boring? I mean who wants to be with someone who is the exact same person you are? I'm not saying you shouldn't be compatible... of course you should be, but I think, possibly naively, that some of the appeal is the willingness to fight to stay together because you love each other so much. It just sounds so romantic. I like the idea that even though you might know that it might be easier to be with someone else, you want to be with this person so badly that you don't care. As Jimmy Dugan said in A League of Their Own, "It's the hard that makes it great."

And what I did was tell Heather about the quote from 500 Days of Summer, where Paul , who has been with his girlfriend, Robyn, since 7^th grade, is asked if she is the girl of his dreams. He says: “I wouldn't say ‘the girl of my dreams,’ no. The girl of my dreams would have a bodacious rack. Probably different hair, could like sports a little more. But... truth is...Robyn's better than the girl of my dreams. Cause she's real."

And that exactly sums up what I think and how I feel about Dahl. I might regret blogging this if we end up breaking up or something, but I don’t think we will, so I’m only very minorly concerned about that. I also want to say that I am super logical, and I think that I have been that way about my relationship with Dahl. I think everything through very carefully. I want to figure it out in my head and in my heart. So, I have thought about how Dahl compares to the “man of my dreams”, you know, the one I envisioned when I was a little girl. I also thought about how he has become the real man of my dreams. This is what I have come up with:

In all my pictures I drew as a little girl, the man was a little taller than he is, and he had brown hair. BUT, Dahl also has way bigger muscles than I thought he would have, so go me! (And him). He also really wants to stay in shape and loves to go to the gym. It’s always been one of my greatest and most superficial fears that my husband will get fat once we get married. Dahl is so in love with the gym, and he always talks about how he wants to be in shape is whole life. Score!

I also always imagined him being more into singing and dancing than he is. My whole life I have seen my dad express his love to my mom by being flirty with her through singing and dancing. He will run into the kitchen and start dancing with her when she is making dinner. He will make up silly sweet songs for her all the time. I seriously think it is the most adorable thing EVER. And I’ve always kind of thought my boyfriend would do that. Maybe it was a dumb assumption, but to me, it shows love. The sweetest, most romantic kind of love. And I have always loved singing, so songs really speak to me. Music has always affected me. I honestly cannot get through the national anthem without tearing up. Part of it is that I was raised to love America, but part of it is the song, too. I just love America songs. I also cry in some church songs sometimes.

But I digress. The point is, Dahl doesn’t like singing that much. He doesn’t think his voice is that great, but I honestly don’t care at all. I think it sounds lovely. Especially when it’s singing to me. I don’t know how he got the idea, probably because whenever he plays the guitar I tell him songs he should learn so he can sing them to me, but for my birthday, he learned the “Angel” song by Jack Johnson, and I cried when he sang it to me. I don’t know if he saw, but I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. In some ways, it was my favorite gift he gave me. Every time he sings to me, I fall more in love with him. And I reward him quite well for it, if you get my gist ;).

I still try to get him to sing it to me, because I love it so much. I’ve tried to express to him how much I love it, and I still don’t think he fully understands (he still doesn’t do it all the time), but the fact that it’s not really his thing, and he still does it, shows me something, something that is way more important than liking to sing. It shows me that he is willing to do things he wouldn’t normally do, because I want him to, because he loves me. And that makes me love him even more.

He also is taking a dance class in the fall. Guess why? Because he is the best boyfriend ever, and I wanted him to. That’s why.

Also, he does other ridiculously cute things. Like sometimes when we go on walks, he gives me a piggy-back ride, and then we go "off-roading". Off- roading is when he runs off the trail and narrates our treacherous journey. He'll do things like take me to the edge of the river and lean over just far enough so that I scream as he says "We're tipping over the edge!" and then he saves me and then he'll jump over rocks and be like, "We're taking a jump!" . I squeal and scream and laugh the whole time. It's not the same as what my dad does, but it's the same kind of thing. It's just super flirty and he does it to make me laugh. Which, I think is a sign of a happy couple, if they laugh a lot together. And we do :). I love off- roading.

So, the point is, Dahl might not have every little thing I ever wanted, but he does have every single important thing that I want:

• He is kind. I have never ever thought that mean guys were cool or the kind of guys I wanted to date. Honestly. The bad guy thing has never been an issue for me. I only like guys who treat me well and are nice to me. My dad’s enduring mantra is “No projects!” and Dahl is not a project. He is so nice to me, but aside from that, he is nice to everyone. He treats everyone with respect and decency. I have never seen him do anything mean in the entire time I have known him. And from the stories I have heard, he has always been that way.
• He is a good upstanding member of the church. Self explanatory. Mostly, I love that I can ask him for blessings. My daddy always gave us blessings, and I would never want to have a home where the Priesthood was not there when I needed it. And with Dahl, it always would be. He also makes me want to be a better person. If we got married, it would be in the temple.
• He always knows if there is something bothering me. It’s amazing. Every single time. I don’t really try too hard to hide it from him, but I don’t think it would be worth the effort, because he always knows. And then he makes me tell him what’s up, and then he tries to fix it. I also love how I can read him, and how I can make him feel better. I love how I want to make him feel better and be happy. I love how being with him makes me so much more thoughtful than I have ever been. I am always always thinking of things I can do for him.
• I love that he is a generally happy person. I don't have to constantly build him up, or remind him how great he is, his self esteem is just fine, but he isn't a douche or a jerk about it, and he's not prideful. He's just happy and contented. He's not high-maintenance, but I still want to spend tons of time with him.
• He is constantly concerned for my well-being. He is a gentleman, and he would never do anything disrespectful to me. He always wants to make sure I am comfortable. One time, we were driving, and I noticed he was getting hot. I was still cold, but I turned the air to cool because I knew he would like it. If he were any less observant, he would have had no idea. If he didn’t care, he would have just left it alone. But he looked over and said “Are you cold?” “…Yes” He turned it all the way to heat. “No!” I said, turning it back, “You’re hot!” “You’re cold!” he said, firmly turning it back to heat. I can often see his thought process as he checks to make sure I have enough blanket or I am in a comfortable position or I’m feeling happy. It’s times like that, when he does something like tucks the blanket around me better, without me even commenting or even noticing, that make me think he would be the best husband ever. He always asks if I’m comfortable, not just physically, but in other aspects of our relationship as well. He gets so upset when I’m uncomfortable, especially when it’s his fault, because he never wants me to feel that way.
• I trust him. This is another thing my dad has always said is important. I believe everything he tells me. He never tries to deceive me or keep secrets from me. In fact, even when he does try to not tell me something (nothing bad), he gives in and tells me almost immediately. He wants to be honest with me. And I want to be honest with him. More than anything. I also know for a fact he would never hit me or abuse me in any way. I also know he would never cheat on me. I think some people reading this will say to themselves, you can’t really know that Kelly. But it’s because I know his character. And his character is not the cheatin’ kind. You still might say I can’t know that, but you’re wrong. I would also like to throw out there that I have really good intuition. I always have. I know I can put on a killer dumb blonde act, but I bet I’m way smarter than most of you think. And one thing I’m really smart about is judging people’s characters.
• We have really great communication. I can talk to him about anything. Sometimes, I want to tell him something, and I think for a split second, “Wait! I can’t tell him that! It’s about him!” But it doesn’t matter. Because I can tell him anything. So I do. I tell him everything. And he tells me everything. I think he knows me better than anyone, except maybe Heather. In some ways he does, and in some ways she does. I never feel like there’s something I can’t tell him, because he is my best friend. He really, truly is.
• He gives me lots of attention. Superficial? Maybe. Important? Oh yes! If he didn’t, I couldn’t date him. I need attention. Not only does he give me attention, it is positive attention, which is even more important.
• He is smart. He used to tell me that he thinks I'm so much smarter than he is, which, in some book smarts, I am, but he's not bad at book smarts at all (I was so impressed when he got the highest grade in his math class, and like a 98% in his psychology class). He is so incredibly insightful, though. He is very good with explaining himself, and his point of view about things, and he always makes good, valid points. I am always amazed by what he can get out of things. He also has a plan, and knows what he wants to do with his life (piloting). He has a back up plan as well (computer programming), and even a supplementary plan (real estate). He is smart with his money, has incredibly good credit, and he knows how he would be able to support a family. He also loves children, and is good with them. I love watching him with kids.
• He loves me. And he makes me happy. He’s always trying to do more things to make me happy. He thinks I’m funny and beautiful and smart and fun and good. He loves me just the way I am.

I’m sure there are other important things I should have said, but I think this will do for now. The point is, Dahl isn’t the man of my dreams that I imagined when I was a little girl; he’s better. So much better. He has become the man of my dreams.

Sleepy Dahl

Last night I came home late. Like, really late. And I saw the light still on in the room Heather and I share. I was surprised, and thought maybe she had left it on accidently, but there she was sitting on her bed, writing. She said she was writing down all of her feelings. So then we talked until like 8 in the morning. I am on a super weird sleep schedule. Yesterday, I took a 5 hour nap, so, although I was tired, I wasn’t that tired; I’d slept 3-8, woken up, read MormonBachelorPad, gone to ward prayer, waffle night, and Chantra’s sister’s house for cookies. Then I went to Dahl’s apartment and read more MBP. He fell asleep in my lap. I read and read and read. Then I decided to go home. (Poor boy, he is soo sleep deprived. And I didn’t pay that much attention to him, because I was so engrossed in my reading. I did play with his hair though, which should give me points.)

Usually when I want to go home, if Dahl is asleep, I just wake him up. I’ve told him he doesn’t have to walk me home (it is literally a 20 second walk) but he is adamant about it. One time we debated this. He was super tired, and I really didn’t mind walking myself home. Dahl’s tired modes are sometimes so cute. He can become the cuddliest boy in the world. I absolutely love it. I’m about to tell you an experience with one of his tired modes that was less so, but this one was adorable. He grabbed me in this big hug, kind of forcefully and said “I wanna make sure my girl gets home okay!” It was in this super determined all-I-wanna-do-is-protect-you voice, so I argued no longer. He really does want me to make sure he gets up so I am safe.

However wonderful his intentions are, this particular night I could not wake him up. I shook him. I said, “Dahl, I’m going home now!” I said, “Am I going home by myself, or are you walking me home?” I tried to move him to a more comfortable position on the couch, because since I was no longer his pillow I knew it was less comfortable, especially since his feet were hanging over the edge. He would not cooperate or help me at all, so I couldn’t move him. I said, “Okay, fine, give me a kiss goodbye then.” He wouldn’t. I said “Dahl, just give me a kiss goodnight!” He ignored me. I grabbed his face and tried to give him a kiss, and he just struggled away from me. I tried again. Same response. “Alright fine, you better hope the crazy man doesn’t rape me on my way home!” I said and left his apartment. (The crazy man I was referring to was the one who smashed that girl’s face with a rock at 3 in the afternoon on the trail that follows behind Raintree. He then took her behind a tree, raped her, and left her for dead, but she is fine now. Fine is a relative term, I suppose. But anyway, I just thought some people who aren’t in Provo would want an explanation. )

I actually thought it was pretty funny, because it was so unlike him, so I thoroughly enjoyed telling him the story this morning. Which leads to another story. This morning I woke up to go to work, and the first thing I worried about was if he was up getting ready to go to his work. I called him at 9:12. I texted him at 9:13. No response. I waited until 9:20. Then I got worried. I threw on some clothes and SPRINTED to his apartment. His car was still in front, so I knew he wasn’t there. He wasn’t on the couch, so he must’ve moved himself to his bed in the middle of the night. I ran straight to his room (sue me honor code police, I dare you!) I wasn’t sure if it was actually a person in the bed because all I saw was blanket. I yelled nonetheless. “Dahl! You’re gonna be late for work!” He emerged, standing up in a matter of seconds. “What time is it?!” “9:20!” I then stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “I have to get dressed!” he said, shooing me out of his room. Right. I sprinted back to my apartment, got dressed in real clothes, and ran for the bus. He called me on his drive to work and I told him about his strange behavior. He has no recollection of any of it, which I think is even funnier.

Wow, I’ve written a lot about not what I was going to write about, so I’m just gonna publish this and write a new one. Enjoy! (Both)

My Job!

This entry was supposed to be about my summer so far, but it took so long to talk about my job, I made it just about that. So here goes:

I work in the BYU Visual Arts Dept as a Student Accountant. In fact, that's where I am right this very second. It's a pretty sweet set up I think. The work is not too hard, except when the members of the faculty don’t do their jobs and turn in their receipts. Then I have to hound them, which is annoying, especially when they ignore me or make lame excuses, the most prevalent one being that they are out of town till the end of time.
My co-workers are chill and make me laugh.

Steve is my trainer guy. He and I are very different; we have different personalities, different tastes in music, and different views on pretty much everything. I am a girl and he is a boy. I have long blonde hair and he has short brown hair. He speaks Russian, I speak Spanish. He is tall and I am short. He likes zombies and I don’t. When we have free time at work (which is often), I am usually on Facebook, and he is usually playing a baseball game (on his computer). I like country and poppy songs and he likes "man rock" (his words). He falls down entire flights of stairs and I fall off of chairs. I love to sing and he hates it when I sing because he either doesn't know the song or doesn't like the song. BUT we are still good friends, I think. We get along well and he always makes me laugh, even when he's not trying to, like when he falls down entire flights of stairs because he was looking at a camera. Here are some things we have in common: We are both cool. That's about it. Back to just Steve, he also teaches me everything I need to know, and reminds me of these things about 10 times a day. He thinks he's the boss of me, but Sharon says he's not, so he's not. He's just in charge of me, as Garrett put it. Which is totally different. Also, he thinks Dahl's muscles are so big, they could rip a car in half. For some reason, I laughed super hard when he said that. I told Dahl, and he said only if I was under the car. :)

Dallas is the other guy who got the job at the same time as I did. He is married, and he has one

baby son. He should bring him in, because I would loooove it! He does more of the accounting than I do I think. I do more of the clerical work. He dresses up every day for work, and I do not, since there is no dress code. He is super professional. He’s really nice, and helps me scan things when I need his help. He’s only been in a bad mood once, and that was the day I got a concussion. So I don’t think he should do it again. He plays the zombie game on his computer a lot. He also goes to visit Layne with me sometimes. More on Layne in a second.

Garrett doesn't work in the same room as the rest of us. He is married too, and has a baby. His

wife is super cute. He shows me pictures of his family sometimes. He also showed us the YouTube videos that are our theme videos or

something. They were funny. I still say "It's not a persona. I dress like this all the time. It’s not a persona this is who I really am I dress like Kermit the Frog!" (Lady Gaga), usually to Dahl. He thinks it's weird. And it is. Garrett likes to eat my cereal, and he’s super nice to me too. He was one of the guys in my interview, and I think he sent me my offer letter. He’s kind of like Dallas's trainer. He just got back from Cancun. How unfair is that?? I share my lotion with him sometimes, too. When I first got here, I thought he was the most normal. I think I have good first impressions. Haha. But they are all awesome!

Then there are 2 secretaries, Rinda and Becca. They sit in the front and they are both nice to me. I talk to Becca a little more, but I like them both.

Sharon and Sonya and Linda are the older people who work here. But they are still young! Sharon is so funny and nice. She grades our sneezes, and gives us candy. She hates it when people lick envelopes. Sonya is in charge of the models, and she gave us cherries last week. Linda seems to not be here as much as the other two, but she’s nice, too. She gave us Indian food yesterday.

*Note: I have seen a trend where I say the food people give me and say they are nice. Although these events do demonstrate their niceness, I would think they were nice even if they didn't feed me anything!*

Layne doesn't work here, but he does work closely with us. When I go to talk to Layne, I need to set out about an hour, because he loooves to talk! I think I would make people stay to talk to me, too, if I worked in his office, because he is all alone, and even if I don't talk to Dallas and Steve all the time, I do enjoy their company, and I would be terribly lonely without them. As a result, he has told me all about his family and all of their issues, and I've learned about both of his marriages, and every kid individually. I don't mind, though. I think he has a lot of interesting things to say, even if I do wish he would speed up his speech. It's kinda funny, because I feel like I reverse roles when I go visit him; usually I am the loud one, and I talk a lot, but when I go see him, all I do is shut up and listen. I think it’s probably good for me.

Some random facts about me in this office:

• I HATE answering the phone. It's annoying. I just think everyone should email me. So I avoid it as much as possible. Garrett said I could.
• I tell Steve and Dallas everything about what I’m doing. I don't know nearly as much about their lives as they know about mine, I'm pretty sure. I think they’re okay with that.
• I do a lot of side projects here. I applied for a Passport (well the online app), made a collage of me and Dahl, wrote a poem for Dahl, wrote missionary letters, wrote Sarah a card, and I Facebook and G-chat very often.
• We don't have a manager because the last one got in trouble. I'm scared to get a manager, because what if they don't like my side projects? Or what if they're lame? I think we're fine without one. I don't even know what they would do. But everyone else knows best, and I'm sure our new manager will be great!

Alright. That's it I think! I kind of love my little job :)!

Concussion!

Soo this past Monday I got a concussion. It was really weird, because I am SUPER healthy. Like, I have never had anything like that happen to me in my life. I guess I have twisted my ankles and fractured my wrist from ice skating on the kitchen floor in my socks, but those were in my childhood; I don't even remember how old I was. A concussion seems so much more serious... Anyway, this blog entry is considerably less happy than most, but it’s still a good story I think, so read on if you don’t mind hearing about me getting emotional and dramatic (sorry, I’m usually way more happy-go-lucky than this, trust me).

Here is the story:

Monday's are never the best days of the week, and I'm not even a Monday-hater. However, this particular Monday I was feeling very stressed. Work was not the happiest place (PS- usually, it is, I really do need to write a whole entry about it), I felt like EVERYONE was in a bad mood, including me. I had just started my period (if you don't wanna hear about it, don't read my blog), and I knew Heather was coming back the next day. That meant I had a lot of cleaning and preparing to do. This preparation was not just physical, it was mental and emotional as well, because I was worried about how she and Dahl would get along. This particular dilemma had had me worried to the point of it being unhealthy, I think. I am seriously one of the happiest most content people on the planet, but I had been crying far too often, especially for me. Although it had never been huge sobbing fits, I had managed to tear up each day for the past week which is just not normal, for anyone who knows me, which you probably do if you’re reading this blog. This is not to say I was completely unhappy, I was happy when I forgot about the issue, but it was always somewhere in the back of my mind. All of this emotion must have exploded on this particular day, because I allowed myself to have a full-on breakdown in Dahl's car. Poor Dahl, he was dealing with me so nicely, just telling me it would be okay and in general being consoling, but I refused to be comforted for some time. Finally, I pulled myself together after we got drinks (Sobe and Mountain Dew) and we separated so we could change clothes, I think (I don't really remember). The plan was we would meet back at my apartment, make corn on the cob, and clean for Heather's arrival. We were also supposed to set up my iPod. However, none of these things actually happened. And this is why:

I remember reading somewhere that sometimes people added sugar to the water they were boiling their corn in so it would be sweeter. I thought it would be very clever of me to add a little bit without Dahl knowing, and then see if he noticed or liked it or whatever. The sugar was on the very top shelf of the pantry, so even if I stood on a chair I still had to reach up high to get it. So, I got out my little chair and I don't remember anything except hitting my elbow really hard. So that made me dizzy and lightheaded which is normal, except for the next thing I knew I was on the ground crying and I heard my roomie, Malorie, coming in. The first emotion I remember was embarrassment; I vaguely recall not wanting her to hear me crying because I hardly even know her, and so I stopped and tried to pick up the sugar and act like I was okay. When she came in and asked if I was alright, I kept saying I was fine and apologizing. She thought I was acting almost like I was drunk (she knew I wasn't because she knows me) but I was just super confused and I kept saying that I wanted to go to sleep (I don't remember saying that). She ended up leaving and going back to her room.

Left alone, I sat down on the couch and began to examine myself. I started to panic as I found more and more injuries on my body: I had a big bruise on my left knee, my right hand was swollen, my left elbow was scraped and bruised, the left side of my jaw hurt, my left ear was bruised as well as my left shoulder, and some of my left side was sore as well. On top of all of that, I was very disoriented and nauseated, and my head was pounding. I suddenly needed Dahl to be there RIGHT THEN, because I knew something was very wrong and I needed someone to take care of me. I called him and asked when he was coming over. He replied that he would be back in 15 minutes (he was actually about to get in his car to get me flowers, cute boy). I didn't think I could wait that long all alone, as my fears were becoming more and more pressing, so I told him what was wrong: "I think I fell..." I dropped off because I had nothing more to say. "What?!" he asked, alarmed. "I don't remember..." I replied, my voice cracking, and my complete state of confusion becoming more apparent by the second. "I'll be right over."

When he got there, I lost all my control once again and started BAWLING, incoherently telling him how I didn't remember what happened and how I was scared and confused and I thought I fell and I don't know what was wrong with me. So then he had me call my dad so we could get insurance information to go to the hospital, and he went to talk to Malorie. She said she had heard me fall when she was in the shower, but didn't think much of it because it could have been anything. She finished her shower and put on clothes and heard me crying about 10 minutes later, so I must have been out for about 10 minutes before she came and found me.

Dahl took me to the Provo Hospital, and I got a CAT SCAN, an EKG, and some blood work done. The doctor said that he couldn’t find anything wrong with me, so they sent me home with a prescription that we picked up on the way. (Weird, the doctor was my old Bishop… small world, huh?) They recommended bed rest, and the information sheet I got said that it was normal to sleep for up to 15 hours a day after a concussion. They said someone should watch me for the next 24 hours.

Dahl tried to find someone to help him give me a blessing, and finally Kevin answered his phone. He anointed and Dahl sealed, and said I would have a speedy recovery. He also blessed me that I would be comforted and my relationships would continue to grow, and he especially blessed me that I would have a good relationship with my sister, which made me happy.

I stayed home sleeping and such for the next 2 days, especially the day immediately following, because my head hurt sooo badly, and all I wanted to do was sleep. I did go with Heather to see Diary of a Wimpy Kid in the dollar theater that night, however. It was super funny, which was great except every time I laughed too hard my head hurt again. Haha. But it was worth it! Yesterday I ventured out to the pool to relax outside which was nice as well. I also visited Greg’s farm with Dahl to double with him and Mel. I met a baby horse-pony mix that was born this morning, and I watched them tackle calves and brand them. If they were bulls, I watched them put a rubber band around their balls so the circulation would get cut off and they would eventually fall off. This makes their meat more tender. Crazy, huh? They did not seem very happy! We also had a BBQ and watched Ace Ventura. We were supposed to go shooting and 4 wheeling but changed plans because of my head.

This is Thursday, the third day after my accident, and I’m at work now as I’m writing this. It's getting a lot better! My head still hurts pretty consistently, but it’s less of a pounding pain which is good. Hopefully it goes away completely soon J

Anyway, I’m really grateful everything worked out the way it did, and that I am safe and healthy!

PS- The beginning of this post may seem slightly irrelevant, but I think it is very relevant because I feel like my emotional state had something to do with the whole thing. If I wasn't so emotionally drained, I wouldn't have been so physically exhausted, and I might have been more able to stay conscious. I mean, I've hit my elbow and gotten dizzy many times, but I've never blacked out. I was never standing on a chair either... but the point is, I think all of these things played a part in the whole accident.

Back to School!

The title expresses much more enthusiasm than I actually have inside of me about being back. However, where we left off, something very exciting was about to happen-- in the BYU- Utah football game! We were in the 6th row in the end zone, and we got to rush the field when we won in overtime! It was the most intense game of my life. I literally felt sick for the entire 4th quarter.

After the game, Heather, Christine, and I went to the Loft. There, we met Jaren and Jaten. Jaren came up to us and said, "Hey, so my friend just got back from his mission 3 weeks ago and he hasn't been kissed since he got back. So I want one of you girls to kiss him tonight." Heather and Christine immediately said they would not, and when he turned to me, they were like "Kelly it'll be so fun, you should do it!!" So after much hesitation, I said okay. It is, after all, on my bucket list to kiss a stranger. However, Jaten, the recent rm, was far too nervous, which was fine with me, so he ended up just getting my number. More on that later.

That night Jared invited us to come over again, I don't remember why, but we ended up staying forever late, so I was majorly sleep deprived during church.

Sunday we had a singing Sacrament meeting. It was kinda cool I don't think I've ever done that before. Then, after we had combined RS and EQ, Nathaniel came up to me and said "Kelly I choose you." "What?" "I pick you!" "For what?" "To talk about the talent show with me!" "Oh, like announce it at Ward Prayer?" "No, to emcee it with me!"

So I accepted, even though I definitely am inexperienced in that field, and it probably showed. Anyway, that night we discovered that we still didn't know what we as the RS pres were doing in the talent show, so we decided to just do the Mean Girls Dance to Jingle Bell Rock, except we edited it a little to make it more appropriate. It turned out way cute, though.

Then we had a buncha people over to watch Get Smart and 17 again. It was way fun :)

Monday reality struck, so I tried to study, but I really sucked at it because I didn't get any sleep Sunday night either (I was doing my homework due Monday) so I mostly just drove Scott crazy being weird. That night we made gingerbread houses for FHE, which were cute. I mostly just ate. Then Nathaniel and his friend Greg took me and Kal to Denny's to plan MC-ing. We decided to do two truths and a lie for most of the acts, so that turned out entertaining.

Tuesday and Wednesday I mostly just studied. Wednesday Jared took me on another date, this time to Olive Garden, so I was happily fed. It was a fun date :) I planned on studying the whole rest of the night, but it didn't really work out, because a million people came over to visit me. They all wanted to talk and hang out and put me in a movie (which I agreed to) and serenade me and tease me and I wanted to die by the end of it, because I just wanted everyone to leave.

So Thursday I took my test (it took 4 freaking hours), went to Mcomm, practiced ASL, and ran home to change and have Tasha do my hair (she did a great job btw :) ) and rushed to the talent show. It was a great success, we have such a talented ward. It was so fun!

Then, Jacob said we should all go to Denny's so I texted everyone in the ward whose numbers I had and told them to come. I was surprised at the awesome turnout, we had at least 20 people maybe more come, and I texted 21 people. So that was really fun. Then we all went and watched the Grinch at Kellen's.

Friday I did an accounting project, which was really easy actually. Then I got a call from Jaten, who asked what I was doing tonight. I said Freeze Fest of course! And so we met up with him and Jaren and 2 of their buddies. We hung out with them for awhile and danced and ate cookies and took pictures with COSMO who tickled me during the pictures which was funny. Then the boys had to leave because one of their friends had an emergency or something so we were just dancing and all of a sudden these two guys came up and were like hey, we don't know how to dance can you teach us? So we did... kinda. And one of them gave me flowers he found on the ground. They got hot chocolate with us, and we learned we all live in Raintree so they got our numbers too :) Then Heather and I went skating. In the middle, I felt someone grab my hand, and I assumed it was just one of my friends who were there, but it was COSMO! I'm pretty much in love with him! He also took a picture holding me and Heather and spun us, which was fun.

Then we went home and got a bunch of people to watch Elf with us. Most of them I didn't know, but it turned out fun, too. And today I just did part of the Isys project due soon.

Anyway, it was a very busy week, but still fun :)