Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Hello There

I know it's been a while since my last post. I don't really have an explanation other than nothing really has happened.

Still no job. Also no car, in case you didn't know. Lucky J has been on the fritz since the Florida trip fiasco last August, and his most recent repair requires more dinero than we care to spend on the little guy.

Also, his city sticker is expired. So there's that.

But this weekend was my 23rd birthday. So on Saturday we borrowed my parents' car and traveled to Harrisonburg, which is about an hour north. There, we test-drove this vehicle,
2005 Hyundai Tucson
and loved it.

The good news is that the dealership we went to accepts trade-ins. To get rid of Lucky J and drive home a brand-new used car in one fell swoop? I'll take it! But since we are still lacking in the job department, that means we have no income. And no income means auto loan rejection, which means no Hyundai Tucson for the Blackwelders. So there's that, too.

Anyway, then we ate at this restaurant,
Dallas Fillet, medium-well
after which we stopped at Ross, of course, and then we drove back in time to eat dinner with my family.

The next day, I seriously woke up to this:
Snow on my birthday weekend. Are you kidding me? It's a Christmas miracle!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Olive passed the ultimate test.

You know, we learned something new about Olive during Christmas break: The dog can truly handle anything.

And by "anything," I mean children.

For two weeks she was poked, prodded, pinched, pulled on, pushed, chased, smacked, screamed at, and stolen from. I mean really, none of these kids had any idea how to treat a dog, but never once did she break character. She didn't growl or snap. She took it all in tail-wagging stride, never shying away from the opportunity to lick some sticky fingers, or to oblige a shrieking toddler in an unfair game of keep-away.

I mean good heavens, the woman is a saint.

I know I've had my fair share of Olive complaints in the past, but she is such a good girl these days. I don't know what happened to the poop-eating, destructive monstrosity of yesteryear. It's like she's not even the same dog. It's wonderful, actually.


Her only remaining vice is jumping on people. We have tried E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, but the beast cannot be tamed. It's like she literally cannot contain her energy. She knows she's not supposed to jump, because she tries hard to restrain herself sometimes. She'll sit there quivering, ears flattened to her skull, eyes enormous and lovable, every muscle tensed and ready to spring, her front paws tapping anxiously. But her limit is about 2.4 seconds, and then she'll have you pinned against the wall, snuffling and snorting around your midsection, tail corkscrewing wildly.

So if you have any tips, please share.

Here is another picture of Olive's true nature:


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Sadie also learned something new over Christmas: She is capable of jumping on furniture.

(Bad dog.)


The bed we slept on in Florida was significantly lower to the ground than our bed. Since Sadie spent a good amount of her time locked in the bedroom (Sadie is not quite the saint around children that Olive is), she soon discovered this ability. Unsurprisingly, she applied this knowledge to our bed at home, and now we can't keep her off it. Sigh.



Here are some more cute pictures:



Thursday, March 10, 2011

Possibilities

Massachusetts is now on the table, and maybe Utah.

Guess which one I'm rooting for.

(Hopkinton, MA)

(Provo, UT)


If you say Utah, guess what, you're wrong.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Change of Plans

Things have been a little depressing around here.

Remember that interview Christian had in New York? Here's the verdict: They decided to go with someone else.

When we first found out, I was actually less disappointed than I thought I'd be. I don't know, I just felt like things would work out, and even though I'd gotten my hopes up about living up north, I knew we'd find work somewhere else.

But it is getting down to the wire now, folks. We graduate in 8 weeks and we still have no idea where we'll be or what we'll be doing. Christian has had a few leads, but it seems like they've all been dead ends. He's been applying and sending out his resume like a champ, but so far, nothing.

I am really getting scared. We're going to be out in the real world and soon loan payments will kick in, and I have no idea what's going to happen to us.

On top of all this, our car has been having problem after problem. Ever since the big breakdown on the way back from Florida in August, it hasn't been the same. Hoses are bursting right and left and we're refilling the radiator every few days, and now apparently the head gasket is blown, and I don't exactly know what that means except that it's a really expensive repair.

Gosh, money stinks.

I just had this perfect vision of Christian finding the perfect job after graduation, in the perfect location, and we'd buy a perfect house and make perfect children and walk our perfect dogs down our town's perfectly crime-free streets.

But, I guess things don't always go according to plan.

I am trying to keep my hopes up and just remember that Heavenly Father has a plan for us. There's a reason we haven't found work yet, and whether it's a lesson in patience or that we just haven't applied for the right job yet, or maybe both, I just need to trust in the Lord that everything will be okay.

Sorry for the vent. I know I don't like to read negative blog posts, so here's some good news:

Thanks to a hefty tax refund, Christian was able to fly out to Salt Lake to attend Jake and Megan's wedding after all. (He left yesterday and will be there until next Friday since it's spring break. I got a whole house to mahselfsies!)

My birthday is this month (March 26th)!

I went running last night (my little sister twisted my arm, geez) for the first time in like 29 years, and I felt like I could have gone on forever. (If you are aware of my feelings about running, you will understand the magnitude of that statement.)

AND...

MY BFF JILL IS COMING TO VISIT!
And by Jill I mean Jess and she is coming the first week in April and I could not be more excited. I am actually more excited about her coming than I am about my birthday, and that is saying something indeed. This will probably be our last hurrah of sorts. Her last semester starts April 19th, and I'm currently unemployed and childless, so we are going to party like it's 1999. Because next time, we'll be official members of the real world!