tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52216136636180615392024-03-14T04:12:09.591-07:00The Spinster Chroniclesjamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.comBlogger460125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-49914254884433789322014-11-19T16:53:00.000-08:002014-11-19T16:53:30.452-08:00About JakeThis afternoon a woman from church came over to drop by a late birthday gift (She's been trying to bring it for some time, bless her.). Anyway, she asked how renovations on the house are going, so I took her upstairs to look at them, and as we walked around, I kept telling her that Jake had done this or that to different parts of the home. After she left, I spent some time thinking about his home-improvement talents and feeling so grateful for him and all he does for us. He's pretty amazing. I thought about how he has so many practical skills that so many people lack today (We're quite specialized in what we do, and we hire other specialized people to do all the things out of our skill set.). I think I recall Pres. Hinckley encouraging us to learn basic skills of self-sufficiency, and I think Jake has those down. I do not - on the feminine side of things, I can't sew or do many domestic tasks that would be helpful in helping us to be able to really take care of ourselves should the need arise.<br />
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But, here are the things that Jake has done to the house since we have been married:<br />
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<li>Cut out some of the driveway cement, install a drainage pipe and re-pour cement.</li>
<li>Pull up old carpet from the upstairs.</li>
<li>Paint most of the rooms in the upstairs.</li>
<li>Weld a bed frame for us.</li>
<li>Lay laminate flooring (which includes measuring and cutting pieces, putting down quarter-rounds on the edges, laying transition pieces from laminate floor to carpeted and tiled rooms).</li>
<li>Lay sticky tiles in the bathroom.</li>
<li>Replace bathroom faucets.</li>
<li>Replace toilet.</li>
<li>Rip out old shower and plumbing.</li>
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He is in the process of replacing the shower wall, and he will probably tile the bathroom walls. He is going to re-do the kitchen, among other projects. The only thing we have paid someone to do is install carpet into the upstairs' bedrooms. Not only does he have all of these handy-man sort of skills, but he can run a tractor and use it for different functions. He can sew a button onto something, cook, play the piano, and even braid. :)<br />
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Anyway, I am so blessed to have him in my life. I feel like our marriage yoke is so unequal - he can do so very much more, but maybe little by little I can work on developing my own skills.</div>
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Thank you, Jake.</div>
jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-8179478343881324632014-11-04T14:38:00.001-08:002014-11-04T14:38:30.894-08:00I FailedUgh - I already failed at Nablopomo because it looks like I forgot to post yesterday. Well, here's a post for today anyway:<br />
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I have seen a mouse in the house THREE TIMES today!! We've known that there are mice here for a long time now - we've seen evidence of them, and Jake has seen one or more in the garage - but I have never actually seen one in the house.<br />
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1st Sighting: I was sitting on the couch in the family room, minding my own business (or maybe others' business, too - may have been on Facebook), when something in the kitchen caught my eye. I had a psychology professor who taught us that if your eyes tell you they see something, they probably do (There is quite the story that goes with that lesson.), so I looked and lo! and behold, there was a mouse scampering across the kitchen floor. I called Jake and told him, and then I went and got the kittens, who have been living on the other floor of the house.<br />
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2nd Sighting: I was sitting on the couch in the family room, again, when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. The kittens were near me, so I knew it wasn't them, and that left the mouse as the culprit. I grabbed a kitten and looked in the kitchen near the stove, where I thought the noise was coming from. There is a hole next to our stove, and I put the kitten near it, hoping he would go in and investigate. Then, while he and the other kitten and I were all there, the mouse darted out from under the stove and then back under it again. I pushed one kitten into the hole and he stayed in for a minute. Both he and the other kitten walked back and forth in front of the stove for a minute or two, as well, but they didn't seem as drawn into the situation as I would like.<br />
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3rd SightingI decided that I should actually try to accomplish something today, so I started moving baby stuff from the living room to a bedroom - I didn't want the kittens to get into it. After moving several items, I grabbed a bag, and I lifted it I saw something, which startled me, of course, and then I watched a little grey mouse run under the door to the utility room. I grabbed the kittens, who were trying to sleep on the couch, and threw them into said utility room for a few minutes. They probable never saw the mouse in there, but when I let them out, I left the door cracked in case they decide they'd like to look around in there more.<br />
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Jake says he's bringing four different types of traps home.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-21903195988670937542014-11-02T22:25:00.000-08:002014-11-02T22:25:46.957-08:00Happy Dia de los MuertosI'm not really writing about Dia de los Muertos, but I thought I would wish you a happy one anyway since it is today. I thought about finding a Mexican store and seeing if they had any pan de muerto, but I didn't do it last week, and the Sabbath is not a day to shop, so I guess I'm out of luck - maybe next year.<div>
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This evening Jake said that we only have 3 1/2 weeks until the baby's due date, which freaked me out, but I think it is closer to 4, which is still crazy. She has been moving around a little this evening, so I have spent a little time watching my belly be moved about a bit; it's strange to have a part of my body move from inside without me being the one to do it. Anyway, Jake is getting more and more excited to meet the baby, and I'm excited to meet her, as well, although I'm also getting increasingly nervous about the process of getting her here. If any of you know of how to stay calm about the situation, I would love to hear your suggestions.</div>
jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-56494856873276047572014-11-01T22:52:00.003-07:002014-11-01T22:52:27.617-07:00Nablopomo 2014My husband was wondering what Nanowrimo means when he saw a FB status update from my brother, and that reminded me that Nablopomo starts today. I hope to participate in it until the baby arrives (which means that I hope I fail due to the baby being born before the month is over). So here's to hoping that I can remember to do this everyday until then. Cheers!jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-7556898425578704902014-09-24T13:37:00.000-07:002014-09-24T13:37:34.963-07:00Engagement PhotosI guess the next thing sequentially is engagement photos. My dear friend, Abbie (who I totally miss - we were roommates for seven years), came up to visit and take pictures for us, which I really appreciated. We didn't have much time to get them taken, but here are a few of the shots (Didn't Abbie do a nice job?):<br />
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<br />jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-72632237211234795842014-09-23T14:37:00.000-07:002014-09-23T14:37:48.194-07:00A New BeginningIt's been so long since I blogged; I'm going to try to start over. For my first few (or more) posts, I want to write about some of the significant events over the past year to get up to speed. Today's event occurred a year ago, September 8, 2013. I got engaged to Jake Ellis! Crazy. There were probably lots of people who wondered if that would ever happen to me.<br />
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My anxiety issues made for some nice (or not-so-nice) times throughout dating, and I wasn't able to enjoy the proposal like I think a normal person would. However, Jake proposed, and I accepted. How did it happen? We had Jake's boys with us. It was a Sunday. We went for a drive in Provo Canyon (I think that's where we were - someone correct me if I'm wrong.). James kept asking if we could pull over somewhere, and I kept saying no. I didn't know he was trying to find a place for Jake to propose. We tried driving to some spot, but you were supposed to pay to be there, so we kept going. We finally stopped at Bridal Veil Falls (That's not where Jake planned on doing it, but it was appropriate, I guess.).<br />
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After spending a little time there, we started heading back to the car. If I recall correctly, I was ahead of the others - maybe Chomper was with me. Then Jake called me back to the bridge I had crossed over. When he did that, I knew what he was going to do. He had each of the boys tell me why they thought I would be a good mom (Chomper had a hard time with this - he and I discussed this and how it was okay if it took some time for him to get used to the idea), and Jake asked me to marry him. I said yes - I guess kind of mechanically (that whole anxiety thing I mentioned), and Jake gave me my beautiful ring that he had picked up a few days before. I had always said that I did not want to be involved in picking my ring, but I was totally involved. :) Jake made me go ring shopping way early in our relationship ("just to get some ideas," he said), and I really liked this particular ring, so I decided that I'd better let him know, and I did.<br />
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<span id="goog_712563891"></span><span id="goog_712563892"></span><br />jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-44864069200221551442013-12-29T19:24:00.000-08:002013-12-29T19:24:10.816-08:00I'm married!Once again, it's been forever since I have written. The past several weeks have been quite busy because . . . I got married! We didn't know if it would happen when we planned for it, but because of the Lord answering lots of prayers and fasts, Jake and I were married on Saturday, December 7th. We didn't know until the Monday prior. Once we found out, it was try to get ready the rest of the week, go to St. George, get married, go on an awesome honeymoon and relax for a week, and then get right back into the thick of things. More details to come, but I wanted to update that and also let you know that I really might change the name of my blog. I hope you and yours had a wonderful Christmas. The Savior is the reason for us to have hope and happiness. I'm so grateful for Him.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-60509521771891114912013-11-03T21:09:00.002-08:002013-11-03T21:09:43.051-08:00Long Time No WriteI'm sorry it's been so long. I don't really have a good excuse; I told Jake recently that I feel like we're letting our lives run us instead of having the control over them that we should have. Hopefully we can get a better handle on our responsibilities and schedules and find some balance. One of my friends said something about being glad that I'm engaged so I can not have my moniker anymore; should I change the name of my blog? I've had it for so long; can one just go and change that?jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-53751172614386558332013-08-18T20:36:00.000-07:002013-08-18T20:36:00.670-07:00Introverted BoredomJake went on a business trip this weekend, so I have had a lot of alone time. In my older age I have discovered that I enjoy it when I have some alone time. And since moving up here, I have had quite a bit of it. I have enjoyed the privacy that my brother and sister-in-law have afforded me, and I have liked just resting or doing things quietly in my room. However, without an evening of Jake stuff, there's been too much of alone this weekend. It was just me hanging out at home for several hours yesterday, and I couldn't figure out what to do, especially because THERE WAS NO INTERNET!! It got all stormy for awhile, and I think it took out the internet for awhile. Okay, fine. So I went upstairs and decided to play the Wii for a little bit. I started out with Lego Star Wars, but that only lasted for a couple of minutes because I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do. I swung my light-saber around and killed lots of storm troopers, aliens, etc., but I didn't know where I was supposed to go, and I wasn't interested enough to try to figure it out. So then I tried Raving Rabbids, but that didn't really do anything for me, either. I decided that I would take advantage of access to Netflix . . . but no internet = no Netflix. Oh - right. Ugh! I went through the movies. I didn't feel like a chick flick, which is weird for me, but I'm feeling a little annoyed about the false portrayal of what love is that those movies perpetuate, and I don't need that being more ingrained in me right now, so when I saw The Fugitive, which I've never seen but have wanted to, I decided that last night might as well be the night to get acquainted with it. I liked it alright - except not so much the swearing. Harrison Ford was pretty buff, which makes sense, but that's not what I think of in association with his name. I could have spent part of the evening at a neighborhood bbq, but I didn't feel comfortable going by myself.<br />
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Then there was today. It was good to go to church and to spend the day with my brother and his family, and I got to talk to my former roommate, which was really nice (We lived together for so long that I still feel like she's part of me.), but I'm definitely looking forward to having daily plans with Jake again.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-56750674332052581172013-07-15T21:08:00.000-07:002013-07-15T21:08:16.974-07:00Three Boys in the Back of a CarThis means that my car has been christened. Our first roadtrip was alright, but after this one there were pretzel crumbs and bits across the backseat. *sigh. I know it's to be expected, and it is something to rejoice over - because it means there are children - but I wonder how fast it will age my car.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-43088452037091964292013-07-02T21:30:00.000-07:002013-07-02T21:30:03.820-07:00Surprise DateAwhile back, my sister suggested a <a href="http://www.thedatingdivas.com/">dating website</a> - as in, a website that has a ton of ideas for fun dates. It looks like it has a lot of cool suggestions, and I think I want to try them. Tonight I tried one, which involved kidnapping your date. One of Jake's buddies works with him, so I originally tried to set things up with him so that I could easily kidnap Jake from work. That wasn't going to work out, but I still thought I'd go get him after he got off. Yesterday I made a cute note for him, modeled off of the one on the website. Anyway, things ended up not working out as nicely as I had hoped - his job requires him to be out and about a lot, so he doesn't always leave from the office at the end of the day. Today was one of those days. I found out the general area where he would be when he got off, but I didn't know the exact location. Fortunately, I ended up being very close to where he was, and he called me before he drove to my place (which is <i>really</i> good because I live in a different town), so I was able to talk to him for a couple of minutes while I drove to him. I ended up telling him that I wanted him to stay put because I was coming, and I just had to hand him the kidnapping note when I got there. Lame, but I think he still liked it okay.<br />
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When he got in my car, I blindfolded him and took him to a restaurant that is really close to his office (which fit better into my original plan of picking him up at work) that he pointed out recently. We ate Brazilian cuisine - which included grilled pineapple *yes! Then we had meetings to attend, but after that, we went to his place, and I had him try to hit a tiny target with little nerf things from a toy gun that I borrowed from my nephew. The prize was those pink and white covered animal cookies - I recently found out that he LOVES those. I had a big target for myself, which I couldn't hit. He didn't hit his little target, but he was able to hit mine. This last part was silly, but it was part of the suggested date, and it was kind of fun.<br />
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Anyway, I think Jake liked the date, and I had fun trying to plan it and then watching him be happy with my efforts. :)jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-46017246164372001732013-07-01T08:53:00.000-07:002013-07-01T08:53:36.458-07:00Happy 6 MontharyToday makes six months that Jake and I have been dating. That might not sound like a big deal, but for me it is. If you're not Mormon, you may be thinking, <i>You're just getting started - good job. Let's check back in another six months.</i> If you are Mormon, you may be thinking, <i>Why aren't you married or at least engaged?</i> And I have to answer that I'm Jamie, and that should explain it.<br />
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<br />jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-7035031223027111482013-06-25T20:53:00.001-07:002013-06-25T20:53:56.381-07:00Perfect SaturdaySince I've moved up close to the boy I haven't felt like I've had much real time with him. I mean, we're around each other a lot, but other people are often there, too, and I'm really a one-on-one kind of person. Saturday, however, we got to spend most of the day with just each other, and that was so nice. We (or, more accurately <i>I</i>) had had a rough evening the night before. Saturday, though, we ran several errands together and then drove to Manti to watch the <a href="http://www.mormonmiracle.org/">Mormon Miracle Pageant</a>. It's on the Manti temple grounds. I think I've only been once before - I was really impressed with the <a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/manti/gallery/">temple</a>. The design is beautiful. We got there several hours before it started and followed some signs to a church where one could buy an $8 turkey dinner. It was so good. The turkey was barbecued or something and it was wonderful. I felt really close to my boy as we sat there eating in this place where we only knew each other. After dinner, we went to the temple grounds and waited for the gates to open so we could find a place to sit and save seats for some of our family that was coming to watch the pageant, as well. The show was nice, and it was alright to be with other family - so I guess as long as I get enough one-on-one time with Jake I'm alright with other folks, too. By the time we got back to town that night I was so exhausted - the show doesn't start until the sun goes down, around 9:30, and it lasts an hour and a half, and then there's the drive back. It was worth it, though, because it was such a great day.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-17886998575857280512013-06-16T21:36:00.000-07:002013-06-16T21:36:11.764-07:00Happy Father's DayToday was an interesting Father's Day for me because my boyfriend is a father of three boys. I don't think I made my boy feel like I should have today, and that's not good. I think this is really a transition period for me right now. Also, I haven't had much alone time with the boy. He doesn't even have his children a majority of the time, but it feels like they've been with us a lot so far, and it's a little challenging. I'm hardly used to being in a relationship, period; add kids to that, and it's not the easiest thing for me. I mean, I like his kids, and he still does an amazing job of paying attention to me; I think it's just a little hard to come into a culture that's already been there for the four of them. Ugh - I don't know if that's really what I mean, but I guess that's what I've written tonight. Happy Father's Day to my boy and to my dad and to lots of great dads out there.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-68480569379975627432013-06-09T22:35:00.001-07:002013-06-09T22:35:13.157-07:00Sorry for the AbsenceI'm sorry that it's been so long since I have written. I will try to change that and get back into a regular posting groove. Maybe I'll revamp this place a little - I just moved, so why not make this a new place, too? Last Monday, Jake, some of my family, and my roommate helped to finish packing me up. They loaded my trailer and a couple of vehicles, and Jake and I began our trek. We spent the night at Lu's - I'm so glad we could because it had been awhile since I had last seen her, and I don't know when I will get to see her again. It was fun chatting with her, as always. The next morning we yakked a little more and then spent ALL DAY on the road; we finally made it that night, and I have been busy not-unpacking-much-at-a-time, applying for jobs, and spending time with Jake. What a life, huh? My brother and sister-in-law are letting me live with them for a little while, and one of my favorite things about the situation so far is that they have really given me privacy - I sure appreciate that. Anyway, so here begins a new adventure. Wish me luck. Or pray for me - that would be way better.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-61886387127926764882013-04-29T19:44:00.003-07:002013-04-29T19:44:46.919-07:00Miracles are RealI've seen more of them this weekend than I can probably count. It's interesting to see very great miracles coming through very difficult circumstances.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-32731528556705268082013-04-21T22:33:00.002-07:002013-04-21T22:33:22.398-07:00SimplicityYesterday I asked my niece who I should marry.<div>
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jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-21639484691292689042013-04-14T10:58:00.000-07:002013-04-14T10:58:25.877-07:00JakeWow - it's been over a month since I posted. Not like me. That probably has a lot to do with dating Jake. I started writing awhile back, but then I think he called, and I never finished that one. Oh well.<br />
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Well, we're still dating. He's awesome, and I'm schizo about my feelings. Does this happen to anyone else? I'm really looking forward to moving closer to him and being able to spend normal life with him. It's hard to feel like I'm in two places. It's a little vacation every time we get to see each other, which is cool, but I think it will be nice to know what it's like to see each other on a normal schedule. Hopefully that will help me to be able to not be so schizo. He's definitely an awesome guy, and I'm blessed to have him in my life.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-9914759025871674972013-03-10T20:36:00.000-07:002013-03-10T20:36:09.228-07:00InsightsIt's been awhile since I last posted - what is happening to me? In my church, the women are assigned other women to visit. It helps us take care of each other. Today I went with my visiting teacher companion to visit the women we have been assigned. One of the women we visited asked me how things are going with the boy. Then she and my companion both shared some of their experiences in choosing who they're married to and what it has been like since then. I really appreciated the things they shared; they weren't the "in love," romantic side of things. They shared feelings that I think many people probably have but don't share because they're not what the Disney side of us wants life and its experiences to be. It was helpful, I think, to hear that other side, which has still resulted in good things.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-55636341989946091262013-02-16T22:36:00.001-08:002013-02-16T22:36:51.190-08:00Valentine's DayValentine's Day can produce very different feelings in people, can't it? I'm guessing I've had my Valentine's Days where I felt depressed/jealous/irritated/etc. Then there are a few nice ones that I've had. This year's holiday was a good one, although it would have been better had I actually been able to spend it with my boy. He was awesome, though, and sent me two days of gifts - a dozen roses the day before, chocolate covered strawberries the day of. So nice.<br />
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It was kind of cute that some of my students were interested in my Valentine's Day. "Any special plans today, Jamie?"<br />
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"Flying is expensive."<br />
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"Aren't you going to at least have a skype date?"<br />
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"I don't think my laptop can handle that; it's duct-taped together."<br />
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It was kind of nice that they wanted me to be with my valentine. It was also humorous because one of my students also asked me if I . . . text my boy. I think he was trying to get to - are we twitterpated like younger people, so we text all fast? So funny. You know you were like that, too - you probably didn't realize your teachers were actually people.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-87580730006740691242013-02-10T22:50:00.002-08:002013-02-10T22:50:50.669-08:00A Favorite Part of My WeekendNiece leaning on me while starting to watch a video at the <a href="http://www.lds.org/locations/mesa-arizona-temple-visitors-center#d">Mesa Temple Visitor's Center</a> and whispering, "Jamie, I love you."<div>
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jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-88937763544955856422013-02-03T21:40:00.002-08:002013-02-03T21:40:39.574-08:00I will try to do better at this soonI didn't post last week, and I want to go to bed instead of post tonight. I feel like none of you would want to read what I would want to write, either, because it would probably be a bunch of mushy stuff about my boy. I kind of like him. So instead of writing at length about him, I'll wish you all a good night and a great week ahead.jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-22874288365058252232013-01-23T15:56:00.000-08:002013-01-23T15:56:10.743-08:00Awesome WeekendThe Boy came down to visit for the weekend - so nice. It was kind of a packed weekend and included:<div>
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jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221613663618061539.post-77682909342833415602013-01-13T18:38:00.001-08:002013-01-13T18:38:47.269-08:00Strawberries and BirthdaysWell, I've made it longer in this relationship than one of the predictions - hopefully I'll make it way longer - like, forever. Wouldn't that be nice? He's sure a sweetheart. I got chocolate covered strawberries in the mail this week. One of my roommates suggested that everyone in our house get long-distance boyfriends so that we can have chocolate covered strawberries every night. :) When things seem too good to be true, it's my experience that they are, so I'm kind of nervous, but it will sure be nice if there's an exception to that rule.<br />
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In other news, when I arrived at my sister's last weekend (on my way back home from visiting the boy), the first thing my niece said when I went inside was, "Jamie, I just love you so much!" Something like that, and she repeated it a couple of times. Later, when I snuck to her room to try to read the scriptures, she and her brother found me and climbed up beside me on the bed. Their mom found them and asked if they were letting me do what I was trying to do. "Mom, we just like Jamie!" my niece replied. It's her birthday tomorrow, and I want her to know<br />
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So, this is my boy. He thinks he likes me, isn't that nice? I'm scared and unsure of myself, as usual, but so far he's patient. We don't live near each other, which STINKS, but he's coming to visit in a couple of weeks. :)jamilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00330675392527141649noreply@blogger.com2