My new husband and I have a new blog:
http://w-a-t-s-o-n-a-t-o-r.blogspot.com/
Change it on your blog lists and stuff. The new blog is still under construction so not everything is just right yet. It is kind of fun to realize that with this new blog I am closing one chapter of my life and writing a new chapter. YAY for new things!
Popcorn trees, Brick Oven Pizza and exhaust fumes: three smells that make my 3 mile run around the outside of BYU Campus almost unbearable. Popcorn trees have the worst, vomit with a mix of smelly feet, smell in the world. Some cars have incredibly strong smelling exhaust fumes that make me feel like I’m going to get black lung disease by inhaling. Brick Oven Pizza is usually a delicious aroma, but not at the tail end of a run with a stomach already upset by the Popcorn trees and exhaust fumes. I’m not fully recovered from my knee injury yet. I’m trying to take it real slow so I don’t mess it up worse. It will just take some time before I can run my usual 3 miles a day. For now I run between 1 and 3 miles a few times a week. SO SAD. I went to a Bridal Extravaganza last weekend. I was a finalist for a love story contest. We had to wait until the very end to hear the winner’s announced. What we witnessed was pure chaos. The announcer guy was just giving away gift certificates valued between 50 and 500 dollars. Brides of all ages were jumping up and down, charging the stage, almost knocking down the stage, and pushing other brides out of their way. Some of them did push-ups, some of them showed their white legs, some of them revealed their old age. I think some of them lied in order to get the prize. Yeah right, like that lady in the back left really just got engaged that day, on a Saturday before 5:00 p.m. And the red-head who won the photography shoot, please, like she is really getting married in a week and hasn’t booked a photographer. That was the requirement to win: the girl getting married the soonest who had not booked a photographer yet. My favorite was the girl in the front row, who we later found out was almost 38 years old. She jumped up and down to try to get EVERY prize. She finally won the one he gave to the tallest bride. Even after she won she continued jumping up and down to win more, More, MORE. Free-stuff can make a person go crazy. It was super entertaining to watch. I knew the lady who had rounded up all the certificates for the extravaganza. It turns out, she would have just given me a prize if I would have caught her attention sooner, and I wouldn’t have had to show her my white legs or stretch my leg behind my neck. She looked for something for me, but everything was gone. I didn’t leave empty handed though. We got a bag and a stomach full of yummy treats, and we got a 2 night’s stay for 2 in any of 20 selected cities for a total of $40. That’s what I got for being a love story finalist. Kameron is the best fiancé in the world. He is so patient with me, even though sometimes I’m a meanie. We’re just 2 months away!
I went to the temple to do baptisms for the dead with my roommate Jing. She was baptized in January and this was her first experience in the temple. We had a really good time. She said she felt the spirit while she was there. She also got really excited when we started telling her that you can actually do genealogy to find your relatives who have passed away and do their temple work for them. She started asking us how she can find her family. We told her to start by asking her mom and dad about their grandparents etc... She said something about not even knowing who her great great grandma is. Anyway, that was a neat experience.
I went to a BRIDAL FAIR today!! It was a lot of fun too. Free food, discounted tuxedos, men's rings, Dj's and photobooth's. I'm glad my roommate came with me, I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to keep track of all my free stuff and enter all the free drawings.
I'm a worrier by genetics. My dad worries, his mom worries, his grandparents worry etc... I'm pretty sure it's genetic... So I have a LOT of things to worry about now that I'm on my way to get married. I instituted a worry jar awhile back so I could place all my worries that I have no control over in that jar and just way for them to work out. I hadn't put anything in it for a few months and just remembered about it as I was worrying to Kameron the other night. I put 15-20 new worry things, which I think doubled what was already in there. I am the kind of person who needs to actually do something in order to let go and move on. I've smashed pumpkins, thrown flowers in the lake, let go of helium balloons, and now I have my worry jar. It's only symbolic of course, but it does WONDERS for me.
One of my worries just last night was about finding an apartment and being able to afford to furnish it etc. etc. etc. Kameron kept telling me it would be okay, and I know it will be. My dad said they used to say about his worrier grandma that she was really good at worrying because nothing she ever worried about actually ended up happening. I read a quote this morning by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland while I was in the temple:
“I am not saying you shouldn’t be very careful about something as significant and serious as marriage. … Yes, there are cautions and considerations to make, but once there has been genuine illumination, beware the temptation to retreat from a good thing. If it was right when you prayed about it and trusted it and lived for it, it is right now. Don’t give up when the pressure mounts. You can find an apartment. You can win over your mother-in-law. You can sell your harmonica and therein fund one more meal. It’s been done before. Don’t give in. Certainly don’t give in to that being who is bent on the destruction of your happiness. He wants everyone to be miserable like unto himself. Face your doubts. Master your fears. ‘Cast not away therefore your confidence.’ Stay the course and see the beauty of life unfold for you.”
Perfect, don't you think? I'm glad to know that if all else fails, I can sell my harmonica and eat one more meal. Oh no ,wait!!!! I DON'T HAVE A HARMONICA! I guess we'll starve Kam. :)
These are some pictures we had my mom take of us really quick one day. The second one is really funny to me.
The first time I remember meeting Kameron I immediately had a crush on him. I guess that is only half true. What I thought was my first time meeting him actually wasn't. We took a Driver’s Ed class together the summer before my junior year. I can’t remember him from that class AT all. I remember our friend Mickey was in the same class, but not Kameron. Oops. It was his smile that got me hooked. There was something in the way he smiled at me when I met him as we were passing each other in the hall...it told me he was a good person. I knew right away that I wanted to be around him more. I wrote in my journal about 5 months after our hall meeting that I found the person I wanted to marry, and his name was Kameron Watson (that was in 2005, near the end of my Junior year). It was kind of that same way when I saw him again for the first time after his mission. I just knew right away that I wanted to be with him again. Something about Kameron speaks to my soul ( I know the doctrine of ‘soul-mates’ is wrong—that’s not what I’m talking about here). For all the time that I have been near Kameron, I have felt such a strong connection. When he left on his mission the connection diminished, I mean, come on, he was gone for 2 years…what can you expect? Really, I still get sad every time we talk about the fact that I sent him a ‘Dear John’. I almost blew it, but he forgave me. The purpose of this post is to tell you about my Wedding Dress shopping experience. When I walked into our 4th dress shop of the day, I saw it. It spoke to my soul. The worker, Jill, took it right off the mannequin and brought it to my dressing room. It was beautiful! It doesn't have any lace or beads or jewels or anything-- it's just simple and elegant, and I fell in love. It was a fun experience and I'm glad I found the right dress, and the right man. I love you my dear Watson!
Dear readers, why have none of you been commenting on my blog posts the last couple of weeks? It really makes a girl feel sad when no one comments on her blog. Only kidding, I haven't written a blog post in over a month...woops, I have been busy. Today I had to say no to seeing Avatar in 3D just so I could have time to write on my blog. Hopefully the world of blogs has not fallen apart in my absence.
A few things: For my job I sat at a booth in the Wilkinson Center (the main student center at BYU) trying to recruit volunteers for BYU's Scouting Merit Badge PowWow. If you can guess, my booth is never as happening as the booths all around me that have candy or cheerleaders and gymnasts. I do have free t-shirts to offer, but only AFTER attending a meeting, which, who wants to do that?? It is hilarious though to sit and watch people pass by my booth, read the sign that says "BYU Merit Badge PowWow Counselors Needed" and then make this awful face that I'm guessing has something to do with the way they feel about scouting. I don't get it, my older brothers LOVE scouting and would jump up right away to volunteer for anything Scout related....right guys? Maybe I have that backwards. During my watch at the booth I saw a 24-ish year old guy wearing a fanny pack. Two days later, I saw him again wearing the same fanny pack! I shuttered with disgust both times and still can't get it out of my mind. I used to get SO embarassed when my mom would even suggest that I wear a fanny pack on my field trip to the zoo or museum or something. I don't know what it is, but me and fanny packs just don't mesh.
Bad news: I hurt my knee. It's the darn miniscus. I have been doing physical therapy, taking perscription strength Aleve, and wearing a knee brace. I have also NOT been running. It is making me really sad. Lately the physical therapist said I could run a mile on it, unless it started hurting and then I have to stop. I have been able to do it maybe 3 times out of 6. Everytime I have to stop, I get upset. I JUST WANT TO RUN! Hopefully my knee will be healed enough by the time the weather starts getting really nice and staying light later.
My sister's husband got a job in Oregon so they are moving. They have lived in American Fork (15 minutes away from me) for 2 years. I'm really sad to see them go, I'll really miss their family a lot, but I'm grateful they have such a good opportunity. They don't have a house yet so I think they will live on the streets, which will also be a good learning experience for everyone. ha ha. J/k, they'll have temporary housing until they do find a house.
I finally cleaned my room, and my car (thanks to Kameron's help on that one), so my next goal is to stay more up to date on my blog life.
This month's ENSIGN has an article by President Uchtdorf called "Hold On a Little Longer." It's just what I needed to hear. It is easy to become discouraged, to lose faith and start to fear when none of your life plans seem to be sticking. There were 2 other times in my life when I was unemployed and desperately seeking for a job to help replenish my savings and fill my life with something to do. Both times, just in the nick of time, I was finally able to find work. I knew because it happened before that it would happen again if I could just be patient. Kameron and I were talking about it on Wednesday, how something would come up and I just need to wait for it and not let myself break. Oh, did I mention that Kameron and I are dating....again? We dated for two and half years before he left on his mission, and about a year in I wrote him off. I feel really bad about that, but it was the right thing for me to do at the time. But, I begged for his forgiveness :) and now we are dating again! I love that he's home. He was my bestfriend for those two and a half years and it feels so good to have him back.
Anyway, back to being patient...The next day after Kameron and I had our be patient discussion, I was offered a job at BYU that I interviewed for last week. I am a Program Assistant for the Continue Education, Conferences and Workshops division. I'll be working full time, all year, on preparing for BYU's Education Week. I think it is my dream job and I am so excited about it. Knowing that I'll be working for a solid, sturdy, honest, organization and for good, honest men (one of whom is in the Stake Presidency in my parent's stake) is so comforting. To me, that is worth more than all the money in the world.
So, holding on a little longer has proved its course. Heavenly Father has been preparing me for these blessings and I'm grateful he has trusted me with them. So now I've got Kameron, and a great job, and the peace of knowing that Heavenly Father hears and answers my prayers, and that if I will endure hard times faithfully and with patience, He will bless me in the end beyond my capacity to understand. YAY!!!
This is our midget-of-a snowman.
