a little thing called My Life Monday

Okay, so I'm totally stealing this idea from someone else's blogspot that I found while wandering around the blogger universe, but I really think its a fun idea, and I think all of y'all should do it too! Okay? Anyway, this is how it goes. A lady named Rachelle started this and basically each week there's a new topic to blog about. So here goes. I really liked last week's topic, so I'll write about that first and then I'll move on to this week's.

Here goes:

My Life Monday: Week 2 -- The Story of My Spouse

Most of you have probably heard some variation of this story, and some of you have actually lived through it. The reader's digest version that I usually tell at church when I'm introducing myself and husband is that Scott was writing an article for The Daily Universe for Valentine's Day and he quoted me in it and thats how we met.

However, the actual story is a little more complicated than that. First of all, I have to thank Natalie for being, first of all, my roommate in college, and secondly for being a Broadcast Journalism major. Because this is how I really met Scott. (And just as a warning, this is turning out to be much longer than I was planning!)

My junior year at BYU, Natalie and I weren't technically roomies any more, although we still told people that we were because it was just easier than explaining that we had been roommates since freshmen year, but we weren't roommates now, but we were going to be living together again in the spring/summer, etc. Anyway, Natalie knew Scott because he was also a Broadcast Journalism major and they had classes together and worked in the newsroom together and had become pretty good friends. So, for the sweetheart edition of The Daily Universe that winter semester, Scott was assigned to write an article about conversation hearts -- you know the little heart valentine candies with the sayings on them. Scott needed quotes from people who actually liked them, and Natalie told him to call me because she knew I loved them, and she knew I was good at popping out quotes for articles , seeing as to how she had used me a TON the semester she was writing for the paper.

Anyway, Scott called me and the rest is history. Just kidding. We didn't even officially meet then. He called me on the phone and interviewed me and that was that. I remember thinking that he sounded like a cool guy, but I knew that Natalie had said he had a girlfriend. So that was really all there was to it.

Fast forward a few months and we were right in the heart of the BEST SUMMER EVER!!! Me, Natalie, Heidi, and Emily were living in an unairconditioned house south of campus and having a blast! Seriously, it was the funnest summer of my life. Natalie was working late nights up at the newsroom that spring/summer and so was Scott (along with a few other newsnet crew) and the rest of us roomies tended to hang out up there a lot as well. The first time I officially met Scott up there I remember thinking "wow, he's really smart" because he knew like every answer on that show "The Weakest Link." Us girls, Scott, and another guy friend up there started hanging out a lot and playing games. Our favorites were trivial pursuit and boggle and pictionary. And to be honest, it bugged me a little at first because boggle is my GAME, and Scott beat everyone every single time we played. We (meaning the whole gang) would also watch movies a lot at Scott parents house in their basement where they have a gigantic TV.

By the end of the summer, I had a big crush on Scott, but I couldn't really read how he felt about me. Around the beginning of the school year, Scott wanted to borrow my copy of To Kill a Mockingbird (my favorite book in the whole world) to prove that the phrase "how 'bout them apples" originated in this book (it didn't in case you're wondering). The copy was pretty old and being a paperback it was kind of falling apart. So, Scott took it upon himself to get me a new edition -- one that was "classy" like me. He bought a hardback copy and gave it to me on a Saturday morning. That was my first clue that maybe he might like me too. And then when I told him my roommates and I would be watching Miss America that night as per tradition, he asked if he could come over too. Now I knew there had to be something there. What guy voluntarily comes over to watch a beauty pageant with a bunch of girls, right? Well, come over he did and later (much, much, much later) that night we kissed outside on the steps of good old Crown apartments after staying up talking about anything and everything till about 4 in the morning.

From that moment on, we were pretty much inseparable. You know, except for when we had to go to bed and stuff. I knew from that first night he kissed me that I was going to marry that boy. However, a couple months into our dating, I started doing some major freaking out about whether or not we should be together -- but that is a very long whole other story that will make THIS long story even longer! Suffice it to say that we started dating at the end of September of 2001, were engaged in February and married on April 30, 2002 in the Salt Lake Temple.

Four years and 2 kids later, he's still my favorite person in the whole entire world and I don't really know what I'd do without him.

(sorry this is a repeat picture, yo)

Wheww. Okay, that ended up taking A LOT longer than I expected. I guess I should just stick to the reader's digest version in the future, right? hahaha.

Well, I can't wait to hear everyone else's stories, and just to whet your appetite for the next My Life Monday topic:

My Life Monday: Week 3 -- My parents named me ________because...
Tell us about your name. Do you like it or dislike it? Would you name yourself something else? Does your name fit you? Share all your thoughts and feelings on your name. If you prefer to keep your name anonymous, be creative.


Alright, peace out y'all.