Muscley Arms

The first time I met him, apparently I was "a jerk." I hear that a lot upon first meeting people , that I'm a jerk. I try to be friendly, I introduce myself, ask how they're doing... and then end the conversation and walk away. I guess it never occurred to me to get the life history of every person I meet right at that moment... Plus, I was already in a relationship so I didn't realize that maybe he was trying to pick me up. I can be so aloof.

A week or so later, I went out with my friends from church. Apparently they had adopted him into our circle of friends. Let's be honest, I thought he was hot, and so funny. We had a great time pretending to be statues on the moving sidewalks...

At one point I videotaped it, but afterwards couldn't get back over the railing of my west-bound-moving-sidewalk to their east-bound-moving-sidewalk. Before I knew I what was happening, I felt a strong pair of arms reach around my waist and pull me safely over. That was it! *Twitter-pated*  At that moment I knew I wanted to keep him.

We were becoming fast friends, and there was a chemistry between us that neither of us could deny. Pretty soon, we were spending every day together. Playing, laughing, getting to know each other. I was drawn to him in ways I couldn't understand, but I found that Miss Independent, wanted needed to be around him. I was filled with butterflies at the thought of spending time with him. I loved talking to him and I could open up to him in ways I haven't been able open to up to people before. We've had similar life experiences, and I found I could tell him anything and everything, feeling safe, because I knew he would never judge me.

Apparently, he felt the same thing. He was trying hard to keep his distance, but he needed to be around me too. He didn't know why, but he felt the need to protect me, to make me happy. He was often surprised at how quickly he trusted me, and told me about his life, his secret things, the kinds of things "just friends" don't usually disclose. With each life story I learned, I wanted to know more, I wanted to drink in every ounce of him.

I have never laughed as much in my life as I have since meeting him. My face constantly hurts from smiling. He is quickly becoming my best friend. I can be myself around him. My whole self! The good, the bad and the ugly self, and he likes it! He often tells me that he doesn't know why I like him and that he's afraid I'm too good to be true. "Whaaa? Me? Too good to be true? I'm just being me." To be honest, most of the time I feel like he is the one that is too good to be true. Liking him is easy. He makes it easy.

He is honest, he is direct, he's doesn't play games, he loves to have fun and laugh and dance! He sings to me and isn't embarrassed about it. He is kind and patient, he knows who he is, and ya'll... he is sexy!

I knew he was going to be a good thing, but I never imagined it would be this good.

 

Louisville Slugger

It's official. My best buddy and dance partner is gone for 2 whole years! It's a bitter sweet day. Eventhough I'm so proud, I may cry.... A lot.

Elder Green

It seems like just yesterday he received his call.  But it's been four months, and today our little guy is finally headed out to the MTC.  I will miss him more than I care to think about, but I know this decision is the best one he's made so far in his life.

I know his life experiences have given him experiences that many may not have, and have shaped into just the kind of person that the people of Louisville, KY need.  He will be a great tool in the hands of the Lord and a wonderful missionary.

Dating

After a breakup many people loathe the idea of dating. I don't. I actually really enjoy it. Sometimes dates are bad, and awkward and uncomfortable, but those are the best kind! I feel like at the very least they make for a really good story later on... Like the time I went out with the guy who checked me for cankles. I know that when most people get engaged they are super excited about the thought of never having to date again, but to be honest, it scared me. I am that girl at the buffet who has to walk around three or four times to make sure I've seen everything, only then can I decide what I want. The same goes for dating. I feel like I knowwhat I want from my future spouse, but I'm still looking for just the right person.  I only want to do it once, so I have to be absolutely sure.  When I get married I don't ever want to think, "I wish I had gotten a change to get to know that guy."  I want to be 100% excited, happy and content with the person I choose.

Many people don't agree with this idea. They say that it makes me a crazy person. Others think it's brave that I take the time to evaluate my feelings and act on them.

While I learned a lot from my last relationship, ultimately we went too fast. By the time we really started to get to know each other, I realized it was not what I wanted. However, we were already engaged and I felt like I had to work through the problems I was having because I had made a commitment.   I finally realized that he is a good guy, but he was not for me, and I'm positive that I am not the person he was looking for either. I prayed about my decision and decided that it is better to call off an engagement than potentially a marriage.

So, I'm dating again. And I'm happy.

A Scandal

Scandal (n): disgraceful gossip about the private lives of other people.
 
After a break up, is there a certain time period for "grieving?"  I've had bad breakups, you know the kind.  The kind that left me dead inside, the kind that made me not want to date for years...  I've also had really good breakups, the kind that made me excited to see what else is out there and give it the old college try.
 
I like dating. I always have.  However, after a big-deal breakup like calling off a wedding, how long do you wait to jump back into the dating pool?  I'm surprised that I've already been asked out a few times in the last two days.  I haven't even begun to tell people {minus you bloggy readers} about this, but somehow they just know.
 
We didn't date very long, and while things got serious, I find myself stuck between ready to move forward with my life and not wanting to cause a "scandal."
 
I've decided to take the "give 'em something to talk about" approach.

Things Fall Apart

Sometimes things don't turn out like we plan. Sometimes we envision our lives going on direction, but God has another path ready for us. Sometimes it's ok, sometimes it's not.

I think I needed this. I needed to know fire sure that someday I do want to get married {because for the last few years, I've been too afraid to even consider it}. So while I am no longer getting married this spring, someday I will. And I look forward to that day.

Express Yourself

I didn't watch the super bowl. What? Am I the only one who just doesn't care? However, after all the Madonna half-time show blather, I find myself with the Immaculate Collection on repeat. Seriously, the woman has still got it!

I've been thinking a lot about my lack of blogging over the last few months and I've decide that for this year, my mantra is going to be "Express Yourself." I want to be better about "personal" blogging. I've been thinking about some of the top blogs I look forward to reading in my blog roll, and what I've discovered is that I like living vicariously through other people. I love the way these girls can take a simple event in their day, and turn it into a wonderful, well written memory worthy of a journal... that is after all, what I originally wanted this blog to be.

I feel like there is a lot going on in my life that I'd like to remember. Thoughts I have, feelings I'm feeling, decisions I'm making, and worries and concerns I'm trying to work through. I'm not great at expressing myself {emotional range of a teaspoon - remember?}, and I think taking time to really ponder and evaluate will help me in this regard.

That is one thing I really admire about {future} Hubs. He is a thinker/ponderer/planner. He thinks things through and is able to so eloquently put into words exactly what it is in head. I marvel every time he does it, mouth open, drooling, the works! I have come to know a lot of people with this talent, and they don't even realize that it's a super power! It's a quality I'm trying really hard to develop. Whenever I try to put my feelings/thoughts/concerns into words, I usually end up crying and mumbling something that doesn't make sense- think Kristen Bell & the Sloth meltdown.

Hello? Anyone?

Once again, I find myself absent from the blogging world.  Well not so much absent.  I'm on here everyday, reading through my blog roll, but I'm not posting.  Basically if Posting were a class, I'd flunk out for attendance issues...

I would love to be blogging, sometimes my head gets so full that I wish I had the time to let it all out.  I know everyone is busy, but to be honest, after staring at a computer for 40 hours a week, I don't hardly even look at my home computer any more, let alone sit down and type...

I know I'll want my story someday, but   I just can't find the time to get it all out.  Currently, a typical weekday for me goes like this:

6:00 am     Wake up
6:05 am     Work out
7:00 am     Shower & Get Ready
8:00 am     Work
12:00 pm   Eat Lunch
1:00 pm     Work some more
5:00 pm     Study
7:00 pm     Either study more  or Church Commitments (twice a week)
8:30 pm     Eat Dinner
9:00 pm     Decide I'm too tired to study
9:30 pm     Pass out- Usually without taking my make-up off

And Saturdays look like this:
8:00 am     Wake up
9:00 am     Work (make-up time for any tests, quizzes that week)
12:00 am   Study
6:30 pm     Shower
7:30 pm     Family/friend/date time/eat dinner
10:00 pm   Pass out

It's not good. I have written a few posts over the last few months, and hopefully I can find time to balance all of my daily goings on to get back into the swing of things. There has been A LOT (to say the least) going on in MissPrissMorgan Land, and I'm so excited to share.

Maybe I'll do a weeks worth of blog posts on Sundays and just schedule them to run throughout the week...

Yea, that's a great idea.

2012

While the Mayans prophesied that 2012 would mark the end of the world as we know it... I tend to agree with Larsen... They probably just ran out of room on their calendar.  A 1,762 year calendar is big (and the writer probably got bored chiseling away since there aren't even kitty pictures to go with).  I personally am so excited for this new year and all of the wonderful happenings it will bring.

This year I am:

• Hopefully graduating from college, I was clearly not on the fast track
• Saying farewell for a short time as my little brother Gibber-Snibbs leaves to serve a mission for our church for 2 years in Louisville, KY.  (Any readers in that area, please look out for him, care for him.. and feed him)

As with any other year, I know there will be rough times, I know there will be heartbreaks and setbacks,The last few years of my life have been very difficult, full of storms and dark clouds.  There are times where I was so angry with the Lord I would shout, "Seriously?!  What's next!?"  I know the storms and dark clouds will persist but I can't worry about those things for I truly believe that it is only when we must overcome pain and sorrow that we truly grow.  It is only then that Heavenly Father will pour on us blessings from Heaven (Isaiah 44:3).  I hope that I continue to be able to recognize those blessings.  I have so much to be thankful for.  So much to be excited about.  2012 Is going to be an amazing year and I am so ready for it!

Bring it on!



Family Pictures

We had family pictures taken today.  It's been a few years since we last had them done, and lots of changes have happened since then.  I wanted to get some updated ones because Griff is leaving on a mission, and our family probably won't ever be the same again.  Unfortunately, not everyone could make it to the session, but for those of us that did, we had a blast!

Brooke Ashley Photography did such an amazing job capturing us!  I just thought I'd share a few of my favorites...

Brooke told us to say "cheese."  Instead my grandma said the names of her dogs, "Pixi, Coco!"