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I am loving my new bangs! :) that is all for now.

Easter and life update

This past Easter we had the chance to spend it with my brother in Salt Lake. We were in the process of moving so it was our last weekend in Salt Lake. We got to see my only niece and nephew get there Easter baskets and look for eggs! The rest of my family was able to come up as well, so it was like a family reunion at my brothers house. I am very lucky to have such an amazing family.

We also moved that Monday to St. George where we are staying with my sister for the time being until we can find our place. I'm very glad to be in a place we there is a lot of sun! That is all for now. :)

-Elizabeth Wright

Now enjoy some pictures of the little ones! :)

Life Update

I need to write. It's driving me crazy. Where do I start?

We're moving. No longer will we live in Salt Lake. We are moving to St. George, Utah.

Not only are we moving, but I am changing my major. I was a history major, doing what I thought I enjoyed. But it turns out that half-way through the semester I realized that I couldn't write a research paper to same my life and most of all, I didn't enjoy it. I didn't enjoy anything I was learning or doing. So what do I do?

I change my major to Health Sciences, decide I want to get my CNA and go into Respiratory Therapy, that's what. St. George is a great place to do that sort of thing as well. 

So there you have it. All of our belongings are in a Budget truck and we're crashing at my brother-in-law's house for the next few nights until we can drive down to sunny Saint Geezy.

So there's my update. See you all on the other side.

-Matt

Writer's Block - Conquer

It’s really interesting…some people say that writer’s block doesn’t exist. Just ask Jodi Picoult:

I don’t believe in writer’s block. Think about it – when you were blocked in college and had to write a paper, didn’t it always manage to fix itself the night before the paper was due? Writer’s block is having too much time on your hands.

So what is this thing that hits me like a brick wall? For me, writer’s block is like some obnoxious, grinning giant has just built up a wall of brick and mortar right in front of my ability to dream, all the while my lungs of creativity are being filled with cotton balls. Above all, there’s nothing I can do about it.

On a daily basis, I am bombarded by the projections of other people’s imagination–whether it be in the media or in the books. It’s amazing how each of these things influences my own imagination. Then, when I want to sit down and write…

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Then, trying to pull something out of the well of nothing, I get a frustration headache and leave it alone. That, my friends, is how writer’s block works for me. Yes, there’s a brick wall, but there’s also a dark void into which I cannot tap. I think that once we start to understand the human brain a lot better, we might be able to understand why writers block happens to people like me wand why it doesn’t happen to people like Jodi Picoult.

What I want you to get out of this post is not that writer’s block is inevitable for some and nonexistent for others, but rather I want to give some advice that was given to me.

I was sitting here, cursing my luck and mulling over this empty void in my head that I can’t seem to understand or grasp when my wife noticed the look on my face and asked me what the matter was. I told her that I didn’t know. Bu then…Oh! Then she said this:

“Why don’t you write about what you’re feeling?”

And here I am. So how do you conquer writer’s block? How do you fight it? I don’t care whether it exists or not. How do you destroy the idea of writer’s block?

Write. Just write.

More often than not, you’re trying to force your creative juices one way, when maybe they’re going another. Just start writing about how you feel and don’t stop until you feel better.

17 more days....

The big move to St. George, 17 more days and we are out of here. I am so looking forward to having much warmer summers and not so cold winters. I am honestly shocked that I survived one winter up here with snow and freezing rain! We leave the 5th of April, thankfully Matt has all online classes and doesn't have to withdraw from any classes this semester. I am way excited for this move, we have most of stuff packed ,but the things like our bed and what not. I am a little sad to be leaving just because my niece and nephew are up here and they are the cutest kids in the world! No more babysitting for us. :( That is a big bummer. I am also am sad to be leaving my work at Kneaders, I love it there, the people the atmosphere. Hopefully, I  will be able to find something like that in St. George. Sadly, the Kneaders down there does not have any positions open at the moment. Sad thing. I will enjoy the heat of the sun down in St. George, I am such a Southern California girl. I love my summers, the heat. I only know who to dress for warm/hot climates. You give me cold/freezing and I will not know how to dress myself. Well, that is enough for now.

1 am and still awake

I would have never thought that not sleeping next to my husband would keep up for hours when I have to wake up at 8 to get ready for church. I am currently in St. George spending the weekend with my sisters. While Matt and his brother are down in California. After almost 10 months ( 2 more day's) I thought it would be nice to sleep in a bed all by yourself. NOPE! I was wrong it is horrible, there is no one right next to you. If you wake up in the middle of night, you can't hug that special someone. I wish he was with me right now. On a side note, this makes me realize that I love Matt more than I ever have. I was madly in love with him when we got married, but now I can honestly say I am more madly in love with him everyday that passes. I never understood that saying about loving someone more than the day you married them. It goes something like that I'm not sure. But, I understand that now!

Hopefully...I will be able to fall asleep in a couple minutes otherwise I will falling asleep during church andy that is no bueno! I'm very sad that Matt will not be coming in till late tomorrow, but as long as he gets here safe and nothing happens to him ( and my brother in-law) is all I care about. I will now try to get some sleep tonight in this queen size bed all by myself.

-Liz (Elizabeth)

The Crossroads

I’m sitting in the darkness at 12:50 am MST. I should be in bed and asleep because I don’t do well on only 5 and a half hours of sleep. But instead I’m deciding to sit here on my computer and write about my life and the position I’m in.

I imagine myself walking a long a path, a path I chose long ago and thought that it would bring me to where I needed to go. Up ahead, I notice that I am soon to be confronted with a crossing path that would take me elsewhere. I know that up until this point the path I have been taking has let me down and I have lost the enthusiasm for it. I am weary of it and I need something more. It is a matter of self interest and self preservation that I must make this decision and not ignore it.

I have three choices: to continue along the path and ignore the crossing path, to turn left, or to turn right. The left path leads me to a warmer climate but uncertainty in both education and vocation. The right path leads me to a new vocation but the same, cold climate that’s far away from familiar faces. I forgot to say that I have a companion that travels with me. She would prefer the left path–where she can live close to friends and family. If I travel that path, my vocation and education will be, as I said, shrouded in uncertainty and I will have to start over from the beginning. If I choose the right path, at least I will have some sort of base in which to start something new. My vocation will be certain as well.

So I sit and wait, on these the crossroads of my life, pondering my choices. I am being pulled in different directions by different forces and I haven’t the strength to give way to any of them. But until I know what I must do, it is my destiny to sit in the middle of the Crossroads and wait and wait.

Valentine's Day

Elizabeth here today, my wonderful hubby posted about me in the last one. So I am going to return the favor. My writing however is going to be much nicer than what he wrote! I didn't get mad at him, because what he wrote is true! I am very weird and I am very glad that I have someone that I can be myself 100%. So, Valentine's Day is this week and I have been giving Matt TONS of grief on that he should get me something for this week! When I haven't a clue what I am going to do for him. SO......hopefully i can come up with something.
I do want to say a couple things about my wonderful husband. Matt really is one of the sweetest guys ever, whenever it snows here in Salt Lake he drives me to work. I know that may not seem like a big thing, but to me it is. I don't have much experience driving in the snow, so it's a big deal when he drives me to work. He also makes me start my Zumba almost everyday. I have wanted to do Zumba for a really long time and because we have a kincet for the xbox, he got it for me! Sweet, I know! However, I get very lazy somedays and I do not want to get up and dance! This is where Matt comes in and starts it up for me. Once I hear the music I am ready to get dancing!

To my husband, I know whatever you have planned for Valentine's Day I will love it because it came from you, and I love you very much.

-Elizabeth

Elizabeth and the "Evil Tourette's Syndrom"

First of all, I just want to mention two things before I write what I was going to write.

1. I mean no disrespect to people who do suffer from Tourette's Syndrome.
2. I love my wife and I post this in good humor when it comes to her wonderful personality.

I've noticed a couple times that my wife tends to do some weird things when she gets really excited. One of those things is when she raises her gnarled fist and at me makes an evil-sounding hiss. It's extremely funny and disturbing at the same time. If she and I didn't laugh about it afterwards, I would probably be a lot more concerned than I am now.

We were driving to Walmart the other night when she did the very same thing I mentioned above. She seems to do it in response to the heat of excitement she was in at the time. I can't remember the circumstances, but immediately after she did it, I determined to label this odd phenomenon that (as I suppose) I had not noticed before.

"Evil Tourett's Syndrome" I called it. This is because Elizabeth, for some reason, turns inexplicably evil for about a good 2 seconds before she notices my recoiling expression and we both break down into helpless laughter.

There are a lot of things I love about my wife and her personality (which is why I married her) but turning inexplicably evil  for two seconds has just taken a trophy in my book. I hope she doesn't hate me for this post but realizes instead that each of us have these quirks that we love about each other and makes us extremely unique. I hope that she can love me for mine as well.

-Matt

May 5, 2012

Lovely wedding day  St. George. May 5, 2012

                                             

                                           I am just so weird around him. :) I JUST LOVE HIM!