Sleeper, Eater, Baby Narwhal Saver

There is a quote I have heard more than once that says something about what you want to do defines who you are. Like if you wake up in the morning and all you want to do is write, then you're a writer. Maybe there is more to that quote, but I kind of hate it so much and it makes me want to throw things at walls.

Because there are times when I think that if I sit down at my laptop and write, then something brilliant will pop out that makes me rich and famous. And lots of times I feel like I should want to be writing all the time, because that's what the quote says I should want to do. But usually when I wake up in the morning, all I want to do is sleep. And if I'm sitting around thinking of fun ideas, it's mostly food related. Does anyone want to pay me to sleep and eat? Because apparently that's my greatest passion in life.

I've been thinking a lot about writing lately, and particularly about how I haven't done much of it. Especially since one of my great friends with an incredible talent for writing invited me to write for a new blog. I am thrilled and excited and so terrified. I am taking it on as a real job without the pay and maybe not as much time put into it, but I want it to be something good that I will be proud of. But the only thing I can think of to write about is how to effectively incorporate "baby narwhal saver" into this post. I think I did a pretty good job of that though, so I'm feeling pretty successful.

Anyway, this is my long-winded way of saying that I'm planning on writing more on here. I can't guarantee that it is good or that it will even actually happen. But there it is.

Also, here is my life right now: I go to work, I plan my wedding, I watch the NBA playoffs. It's pretty awesome.

Also also, I started another blog that is all wedding related that will eventually have all kinds of information about it that people I know might care about. But as of yet, it pretty much has nothing. So I'm not telling you what it is yet.

Also also also, if anyone has any input on what I should write about for my friend's blog, let me know. It should be something that isn't me related, because that's not as important to the rest of the world. Maybe I should think about that for my own blog...

Fine, I'll give you what you want.

Ok ok, I know what you guys really want. Clearly I fully disappointed you all with the last post, but in my defense I was busy being in California lounging on the beach and having a wonderful time with my fiancé.
. Ha! Fiancé! So cool. Oh! Fun fact! Apparently when there is only one e on fiancé, it's a man who is engaged. Two e's is a woman. So there you go. You don't really care, do you? Moving on.

To many of my friends, this probably seems completely out of the blue. And the only reason it doesn't seem out of the blue is because some people had a warning before hand. I was too excited, and I couldn't shut my mouth! But some background seems necessary, so here it goes.

Josh and I have been in the same ward since August. We were in the same FHE family fall semester and I thought he was cool and pretty cute, but he had a girlfriend, so I didn't think too much about it. Eventually I found out they broke up, but I still didn't think too much about it. Over Christmas break, he very smoothly asked for my phone number over Facebook. He's a classy one :) and we started texting. A lot. Mainly because of him. I loved talking to him ... but still was pretty clueless that he might be interested.

In January he asked me out for the first time to go on a double date with him and his roommate Bryson. We went to Zupas and had a contest to make the best dessert, which we clearly won. Then we watched some Psych which is always beautiful. I had a good time, but the next time he asked me out I refused like a jerk. I'm a jerk, you guys.

I'm not going to get into the nitty gritty details of everything else that happened because it makes me seem horrible and awful and bad and I really wasn't trying to be. Basically, Josh knew he liked me a lot for some crazy reason, and I was too distracted by everything that was going on in my life and kept telling him no. And then maybe. And then no. And then yes, and then no and then maybe and then I don't know! Life is hard. And all throughout this time we were still hanging out and texting and talking every day. He was my best friend.

One Sunday I had a nice, long talk with the Bishop and he set me straight. He put everything into perspective for me and made me realize that I did not want to be without him and that Josh is awesome and I should probably date him. So I told him that, and he said ok. Am I rambling? I think I am. Sorry for those of you who might not make it through this post. Also, don't judge me for this next part...

Three weeks later, he put a ring on my finger. I know, that's sooooo BYU. But I don't care! We have been friends for a long time and I knew him and loved him so much as a friend already, that once we started dating it wasn't hard to take that leap. But I'm sure you want to know how it happened, so ...

Neither one of us really cared about what temple we got married in because I moved around my whole life and he just doesn't want to get married in Manti. We wanted something central to most of the family and I had been to the Draper Temple open house and it is relatively new and beautiful. We wanted to check it out in person, so on Thursday before we left for California we went to visit it and see what we thought. We walked around the whole thing and I think it's different and beautiful and modern and I loooooved it. So we sat down on a bench and looked at some flowers and this conversation happened:

Josh: So what do you think?
Erica: Well what do you think? Do you like it?
Josh: I asked you first. Do you want to get married here.
Erica: (I think I nodded my head or something)
Josh: Well, if this is where we're getting married, then we might as well get started.

Then he pulled out a ring and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him and I said "Yeah I will!" and then he said other sweet things that are quite frankly none of your business.

Some random woman wanted to look at my ring as we were leaving. It was funny and cute and I was excited about it. My jaw hurt from smiling so much that day. I think we blew some people's minds when we told them. It was only three weeks to them, although it had been more to us.

So that's how it happened. I loved it. I love him. Josh is my whole world and I am so excited to be married to him.

July 28th by the way. Hope you can make it.

hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

I'm in California.
It's warm.
I have a pretty new ring on my finger.
I'm marrying my best friend.

Life is pretty wonderful right now.

Listen to me because I'm influential and whatnot

So I have this friend. Her name is Liz. I've talked about her before because I named her car once. Liz is awesome. Liz has a blog and a dream. She wants to review books. Isn't that awesome? I think it's super awesome.

The thing is though that there's this website you can sign up and they send you books and you can review them on your blog. Unfortunately, the masses of the internet are less than intelligent and therefore she doesn't have a huge fanbase for her blog. She should though. Because she's a talented writer and witty and awesome and really, Internet, you're kind of a jerk sometimes. Anyway, to be a reviewer, you need 30 followers on your blog, and as previously mentioned, Liz doesn't have that yet.

http://polkadotsock.wordpress.com/
So that link is for her blog. On the bottom left corner of the screen there's a follow button. Click the button. Follow her blog. Read her posts. She's really amazing and I want to read her book reviews. Thanks, you're a peach (in a wheelbarrow).

p.s. I have 27 followers and I would maybe possibly also like to review books... so you know... follow me too if you want.

p.p.s. have another one of these, because it's my favorite

Another post in letter format because sometimes it's more fun

To whom it may concern, namely the four people using the ten-minute computers in the Talmage:

First of all, I would like to say to all of you that all I wanted was to simply print out a one-page reading assignment for my class that started in 14 minutes. After Waiting for approximately six of those minutes, I gave up and went to the library. It took me about one minute of computer time to print out my homework. I know that technically the allotted time is ten minutes, but seriously, you were all taking too long for ridiculous reasons. Here is why

Guy number one: This computer is right next to a printer. And yet there you are, casually checking your email as if you have all the time in the world. Go to the library or something. There are hundreds of computers there that have nobody waiting behind them.

Guy number two: Ok, so it seems like you want to print, so that is understandable at least. But I see you adding headings and footnotes and you're formatting and seriously did you write your whole paper on this thing? I feel like you could have written your name on the top earlier.

Girl: I felt bad for you for a second because your computer was slow and gmail was not loading for you. And then I saw you were using Internet Explorer. No wonder it wasn't loading. Go back to 1998 where you belong.

Guy number three: Are you seriously looking at code right now? Who does that?

So thank you, time wasters, for having such ridiculous methods of wasting my time. Now that I've written this out it seems a little more bitter than I meant. Really I'm just trying to be funny. Have a lovely day,

Erica

Hey girl...

You know my new favorite thing? This thing:



I don't know who came up with these, but I love them. Ryan Gosling is beautiful. Remember when he was on Remember the Titans? haha remember... K sorry. He was so adorable though.
Also this one:



You know another new favorite thing of mine? These things:





It's good to know there are other people out there who have the same appreciation for deep pictures and meaningful, emotional words that I do. And by that I mean zero. Zero appreciation. I have all kinds of respect for these altered versions though.

So I don't know if you were curious about the things that are currently making me laugh, but these are it. Also I want to watch Lars and the Real Girl. Also my finger nails are cool colored right now. I don't even know what colors. Tealish? Maybe sort of aquamariney? They are two different colors. If that helps.

Do I talk about my parents too much? Don't care.

So yesterday I called my parents because I didn't call them on Sunday. My thought process was that even though I try to call them every Sunday, they live in Utah now, so I don't have to call them anymore. But then on Monday I was sad that I hadn't talked to my parents so I picked up the dang phone and called them. I can talk to my mama and pops if I want to, ok? Get off my back about it. I told them I didn't have school or work on Tuesday because the universe is simultaneously loving and hating me right now. Then my mom was all, "well if you don't have anything tomorrow, why don't you want to hang out with us?" And I was like "Shoot, girl. Who said I didn't want to hang out with you? Let's partyyyyyy." Those were probably not my exact words.

Moms and pops picked me up from my apartment and took me to browse new phones at the Verizon store, which I'm super hyped about. Then we went to lunch at Magleby's Fresh. Highlight of that trip: I learned that when you spill your mom's water all down the front of your jeans, your parents mainly just laugh at you. But also you mainly just laugh at you because it's pretty laughable. And cold.

Next stop: Bowling in the wilk. We walked around the bookstore first and Mama thought it would be fun to tour EVERY building at BYU. Which is a little weird, because, you know, she went to BYU and has kids that went there and has pretty much been in every building. I mean, she used to take naps in the ROTC bathroom. You can't really get more familiar than that. But then we bowled, and dad didn't have his own ball or shoes and it was pretty much disastrous for everybody.

But that top score is mine. Deal with it, parents. Also I gave everyone their bowling names. Me: The Sprinkler (as always) Pops: The Colonel (what else?) Mama: Melby Tuesday (of course). Oma didn't play the second game and I didn't take a picture of it because it was basically just my father rocking my face all over the bowling alley. He crushed me into the dirt. That's how pops rolls.

After that I talked my dad into buying me an ice cream cone. I felt like I was 6 again. It was magical. Mint brownie perfection.

Here's the thing: having my dearest life givers in Utah is pretty great. They're gonna be living here and I realized that means I can just go bother them. Be like, "what up, pops! want me to kick your butt in some racquetball?" any time I want! Unless they live real far away. Then I guess not. Unless I move in with them. Then I guess so. I guess we'll just never know, will we?

Despite my lovely day, my night killed it all. The love of my life, Bruce, also known as my 2004 Ford Focus, decided he hated me tonight, and just quit. Despite the efforts of me, Kendra, James, and Scott (really just Scott's presence), we could not get that key turned. Of course, Gary Keck (Superman) strolls up to it and gets that dang thing started. He just doesn't take no for an answer. Just another reason why he's the best most magical man I know. But now I have to get my car figured out and fixed and whatnot and blah blah blah grumpy grumpy ugh. This post took a sour turn. Let me try to redeem myself.

My friends are awesome! My life is wonderful! My parents are rock stars! I love everything!