A late night stroll to Seven Peaks

A story of how awesome of a wife I am:

On Monday, Greg plays hockey for a rec league in Provo. He's the goalie and I love going to his games when I can. I didn't get to go to any over the summer since I was up in Salt Lake, so I really wanted to go to his first game this past Monday.

This week is insanely busy for me, and as Greg got ready to leave for his game, I had way too much homework to get  done to go. His game was at nine, which means getting home after 10:30. So I told him that I wouldn't be able to go, and that I would try reeeally hard to go next week.

Well, since Greg has to get there so early, by the time 9 actually came around, I was done with my hw. So I decided I would go to his game and surprise him. One problem - Greg's car has been overheating, so he drove my car. I had no car to drive to Seven Peaks (the ice arena). I looked it up, and Seven Peaks is less than a mile from where we live. So I decided to walk!

It was 9pm and there was no one outside. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am a very nervous and jumpy person, so the whole way there, I was freaking out. South Provo isn't a bad place, but I was walking through the areas where students didn't live... I was walking in the south Provo "ghetto". And I didn't like it one bit.

There were quite a few times where I was too scared to go the direction I needed to go, so I took the long way through familiar apartment complexes until I made it to the main road. Getting there took like 20 minutes! But I finally made it and was so proud of myself!

When Greg was done playing, he skated off the ice and saw me and was really happy that I came. He started talking to me about it and I proudly declared "I walked all the way here!" He was like... "Really? Why?"  "Well, because you drove my car... duh!!"

"No I didn't. My hockey pads don't fit in your car so I just took mine."

Seriously???? I walked to Seven Peaks in the dark when my car was parked at home.

A story of how silly I am.

Lately I've been noticing a lot of groups of friends that surround me. I look at pictures on my friend's facebooks and I see them living with the same people for the last couple of years, or doing fun things with the same group of people- with their friends. And it makes me realize that I have spent three full years in college and I don't have any friends.

<This is not meant to be a whiney post, and I am not seeking pity>

The friends I have made in college have faded over time. Between dating boys and being busy with school, I haven't really done much to maintain some friendships. The closest friends I've made in college have been my sophomore roommates and my CA co-workers.

Out of my sophomore roommates, one already has her own group of close friends, one is now on a mission, and one has shown zero interest in staying friends. When school started after the summer I was a CA, I was so busy with the Junior Core that I could never hang out with any of them. So they all became better friends without me. Now when I try to join in on that friend group, I feel awkward, cuz it's not my friend group anymore. I feel like an intruder.

I've never made friends in my classes. I don't have that group of friends who I've always lived with and always hung out with. I look around and see all these people who meet up for breakfast or lunch on campus, who do fun things together like mud races and warrior dashes and gallery strolls and Zumba and dance parties, or even just a silly night of roommate fun.

Why don't I have any friends? I really don't know how to make friends. I have a hard time relating to people. A while ago I posted a personality test I took which told me I am disagreeable. We learned in class that disagreeable people don't like fake people and don't like not being able to be themselves.

Maybe I'm just weird; I've learned that when I try to talk to the people around me in class and when I joke and am myself, they don't like me. They don't get me. They never try to talk back to me. So I've given up on that. It takes me a while to feel comfortable enough around people to be myself and I'm so boring when I'm not myself- naturally no one wants to be around me. I hate that awkward time where I'm not comfortable enough around people to be myself, so I avoid ever being in that position. That means never stepping outside of my comfort zone to make new friends.

Obviously being married means that I wouldn't have girl roommates and giggle fests or whatever girls do when they hang out. This is more of a reflection on my lack of friend-making pre-marriage. And trust me, the making friends thing isn't any easier once you're married.

Things I have learned in the first month of marriage:

-Square neck garments are the way to go. The silky kind especially.
-I become very loving and caring in my sleep. I always end up cuddling up right next Greg and I have been known to pat him on the cheek and as if he is ok/ask him what he's thinking about, all while dead asleep
-I only know how to make approximately 10 meals
-I have no friends
-Don't throw raw egg or raw chicken in the trash and leave it there for a couple days
-It's going to take awhile to get used to this new last name
-I like our married ward much better than any single ward I've been in. There are less people trying to call attention to themselves and people actually prepare their lessons
-Maybe we should have gotten all sports passes, cuz mooching off our friends' tvs for every major sporting event is going to get old really fast
- I say the phrase "Ugh that makes me want to vomit. Seriously, I want to throw up" all the time, about anything that slightly grosses me out. Drama queen?
-Hundreds of dollars in target giftcards can actually disappear pretty quickly
-Greg is just as awesome as I ever thought
-We actually live approximately 7 blocks from the Tanner Building, slightly more than the 4 blocks I originally thought it was
-I have zero sense for decorating
-I don't like the birth control pill
-There is nothing wrong with going to bed at 10 every night, or even earlier

I was really crabby yesterday. Why was I crabby? Uhhhh, since when do I need a reason?

Anyways, a few tiny things went wrong and I am a big hormonal baby sometimes and so I was in terrible mood all through church. We were in sacrament meeting and Greg asked me for a sheet of paper. I looked over later and saw this:

He came up with all those and had three spots for me to make requests haha. He's great

Anyways, don't worry, I have no intentions of posting obnoxious posts about how sweet my husband is all the time. I just thought this was too cute to not share.

Personality

In my organizational behavior class, we were talking about personality. We took this test called the big 5 personality test, which is apparently the best personality test there is. What did I learn? I'm uncreative, anal, antisocial, critical, and anxious.

Oh dear. Poor Greg.

Wanna take the test? Its pretty interesting! http://www.outofservice.com/bigfive/

Openness to Experience/Intellect
	High scorers tend to be original, creative, curious, complex; Low scorers tend to be conventional, down to earth, narrow interests, uncreative.
		You prefer traditional and familiar experiences.	(Your percentile: 1)
Conscientiousness
	High scorers tend to be reliable, well-organized, self-disciplined, careful; Low scorers tend to be disorganized, undependable, negligent.
		You are very well-organized, and can be relied upon.	(Your percentile: 95)
Extraversion
	High scorers tend to be sociable, friendly, fun loving, talkative; Low scorers tend to be introverted, reserved, inhibited, quiet.
		You tend to shy away from social situations.	(Your percentile: 22)
Agreeableness
	High scorers tend to be good natured, sympathetic, forgiving, courteous; Low scorers tend to be critical, rude, harsh, callous.
		You find it easy to criticize others.	(Your percentile: 14)
Neuroticism
	High scorers tend to be nervous, high-strung, insecure, worrying; Low scorers tend to be calm, relaxed, secure, hardy.
		You are a generally anxious person and tend to worry about things.

I have three moms.

No, this isn't some weird Mormon polygamist thing. Let me explain.

My mom's name is Sandy. My parents got divorced when I was a baby, so got to see her once every other week while I was growing up. When I was a teenager, I got really busy with dance, and stopped going down there on the weekends. She never complained - she wanted me to be happy. But, despite not seeing each other, we developed a great relationship. We talked on the phone at least once a week, for hours. I would tell her everything, things that I wouldn't tell anyone else. I could always trust her to lend a listening ear, or to give great advice. She taught me how to not care what other people think. She instilled in me my love for games. She taught me to be honest and hardworking. Even though I didn't live with her, she taught me so much and was definitely integral in raising me.

I grew up with my dad and stepmom. My stepmom's name is Robin. As long as I can remember, I've considered her a mom. She married my dad and got my brother and I as a package deal. She went from being single to having a family of four. From what I understand, that was a hard adjustment for her to make. But she came to love us as her own. She was always there to take care of us and always made sure I had the best. Robin is so hardworking as well. She's also a great cook. Our tradition was to watch movies together. When I was a freshman in college, I told her that I wanted her to be there for my wedding in the temple, especially since I knew my mom wouldn't be able to be there. She laughed and asked for me to give her two years to become worthy (mostly because she didn't want me getting married anytime sooner than that haha). She made some difficult sacrifices and was able to go through the temple with me and to be at the temple when Greg and I were married.

And now, I have a third mom - Greg's mom. Jackie is patient and understanding. She understands each of her children and what they need, and she has an open relationship with each of them, a relationship where they can really talk about things. She always supports her children. Jackie has accepted me into her family with open arms and has already taught me so much. I can only hope to be as great of a meal planner and organizer as her! Jackie is so full of compassion and warmth.

I can only hope to turn out as amazing as these women - confident, fun, hardworking, loving, compassionate