Well.
This game is known as "Catch-Up."
I'm going to catch all of you up on what's been going on in life, and you guys are going to read it.
Fun game, right?
And because I've slacked on blogging so much, it's going to take up two posts.
The last time I posted was April 29, which was the beginning of finals week.
Finals went great.
Besides two "fill in the multiple choice scantron finals", one final consisted of going to Winger's with my class, and another final consisted of watching two senior girls who came to class drunk make fools of themselves.
Grades for the semester turned out pretty great, too.
{A, A, B+, B, B-}
I was able to listen to commencement on May 3rd thanks to the internet, and watched all of the graduates walk under the belltower.
{I may or may not have teared up when I watched them, thinking "Oh my gosh, that's going to be ME next May."}
I'm definitely going to miss all those who graduated.
And I'm so happy that summer 2013 is finally here!
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| Winger's final, with my PR Campaigns class |
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| Some of my favorite people in the Comm. department. |
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| New nails and outfit for end of finals. Holla! |
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| Miss Jenna gave a great prayer at commencement. (: |
We were driving our cars home from helping clean my old house, him in his Honda, me in my Mitsubishi, and had just turned onto Northfield road.
I was chatting happily to my mom, filling her in on this and that, when I watched a maroon Chevy S-10 pickup truck flip a u-turn from the curb... right in the path of my fiance.
Trev hit his brakes, but I watched as the Honda slammed into the side of the pickup truck.
The car bounced back because of the impact, and my heart stopped.
I started panicking, told my mom "Holy shit, Trev just got in an accident", hung up, pulled over to the side of the road behind Trev, and hopped out of my car bawling.
I think I was expecting Trev to be on the front hood, dead.
I was also prepared to freaking tear into the asshole who didn't look when he pulled out
I'm kind of a drama queen sometimes, give me a break.
Gratefully, Trev was not dead on the front hood, and I kept my temper under control as I sat there crying and hyperventilating as I held Trev.
What followed was a frantic call from me to dispatch, talking to and getting the numbers from the eyewitnesses who happened to be walking by, more crying, me running home to Trev's apartment to grab his new insurance card that he forgot to put in his wallet (mind you, we were only 50 feet away from home), praying to the Lord that the Mexican who hit Trev (who couldn't even freaking speak English) had insurance, wondering if there were going to be citations, and trying to be nice to the douchebag police officer.
There were no citations (even though Trev wasn't wearing his seatbelt...oops), the Mexican has insurance, and we were able to get the little Honda home.
I think Trevor had a small concussion from hitting his head on the window during impact, because he kept walking around like a crazy person.
He said he "felt fine" but I honestly think he was in shock.
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| The accident. :( |
May the fourth be with you. Hahahahaha. Classic.
Anyway...
St. George was great! We went to his friend from high school's wedding reception, visited Tyler at his and Shannon's new apartment, ate a delicious dinner at Red Lobster, and visited Cheryl.
Cheryl is the woman who I talked about in Woe #38, the sweet mother of Trev's step-siblings from his mom's second marriage who is dying from cancer.
Trev has always loved Cheryl, and Cheryl has always told Trevie he was a special person, someone who can immediately light up a room.
So, naturally, Trev wanted to go and take flowers to the woman who had brightened his day more than once growing up.
"I just want to brighten her day and let her know how much I love her," Trev told me.
{I know, what a freaking sweetheart!}
I did not want to go for my own selfish reasons; I didn't want to meet this woman who I knew was going to die.
On Friday before we went down to St. George, I picked out a flower arrangement for Cheryl and put it in a vase and made it pretty.
When we got to Cheryl's house, Trev was prepared for me to drop him off.
I surprised him when I shut off the car and got out with him.
Trevor's step-sister Melissa let us in, and then Trev walked into the kitchen where he gave Cheryl her flowers and gave her a big hug.
I could hear Cheryl's words of gratitude and appreciation for my sweet fiance, and could hear her crying as she was buried in the arms of my big bear.
After a couple of minutes, I went into the kitchen and met Cheryl.
She was soaking her feet in a herbal bath, meant to draw out the radiation.
You could see the toll that the nasty disease had taken on her and my heart ached.
I held in my tears, expressing how many good things I had heard about her and how grateful I was to meet her.
The tears stayed in until Cheryl talked about how she knew she was going to die but how peaceful she felt about it, and how she prayed her children would feel the same peace.
I lost it.
I've never, ever felt the Spirit of Christ so strong in someone's home, nor have I seen a woman...a family...so strong and happy in their circumstance.
I'm grateful that I was able to meet Cheryl, and wish the whole world could know how special this woman truly is.
You all should watch this story about Cheryl and her family that KSL aired on Mother's day here.
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| Dinner at Red Lobster and my anniversary gift of Lady Antebellum's new CD. |
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| I love Lady Antebellum!! |
Supercross in Vegas is no place for a puppy, so we were more than happy to watch her.
She spent all weekend with Trevor, and now I'm seriously puppy hungry.
If Trevor is half as cute with our children as he was with that puppy, I'm a lucky, lucky woman.
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| Oakley, the most adorable golden retriever. |
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| Caught them snuggling in bed, fast asleep. <3 |
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