This is going to be a very long summer.

I've been here since eight this morning. And my boss is out of town. So when professors aren't bringing me projects, I sit here wondering why the heck the office isn't closed between semesters.
Classes start tomorrow. They might possibly be the worst ever. Or I could luck out and they could be the best ever. But I doubt they'll hit middle ground. Want to know why? They are: ELANG 325, English Grammar; and English 451, Critical Traditions of Theory. Seriously, Britt. What were you thinking? Theory and Grammar without anything fun? Come on.
That's okay. It'll be better than full time at the office. At least I'll have something to break up my day and keep my attention span at its optimal capacity (which . . . isn't very high).
So, today Mike applied for a job as a receptionist at a family practice within the hospital where he already volunteers. I think it would be ultra cool if he got to work there. He's ultra good with kids and ultra good at medicine, so what better mix? I think he'd be an amazing pediatrician, but he thinks that would be too sad. Oh well. I would rather he be happy. But this job will be cool if he gets it.
Also, the MCAT is in one month. Four weeks. Mike took a practice test from the people who actually make the MCAT for the first time this weekend and got a bit discouraged, but I think he's got time. Pray for him, will you?
I don't know what else to tell you other than that I'm really bored. Oh yeah! So, I totally made a green satin dress during finals week (I mean, I was studying the WHOLE time!!) Yeah. Well, it's a really pretty dress, and it actually looks good, which surprised me. I was totally expecting to bungle it all up. I guess low expectations make happy surprises, right?
So, I just realized something today. One year from now, I will have graduated from BYU, as will have Mike. And I don't think you can really major in Medical School. So our blog title will be a bit outdated. Any ideas for what we should rename it? Let's make this a contest! Your prize for winning will be . . . . a warm, fuzzy feeling! And maybe credit for giving us the cool name. We'll see.

Winter, Spring, Easter, and Winter again

Yeah, so I've been berated multiple times by various sisters and mothers who seem to think I don't put enough pictures on my blog. Thus, this will be a picture blog post.

Once upon a time it was spring in Provo, and there was lots of beautiful blue sky and sunshine, and we actually went outside to spend our lunch hour in the sunshine.

Alas, it was not to be forever. For, the very same week, we left for school in the morning only to see:

Mega. Lame. Oh well.

Well, then we went to Boise to spend Easter with people who were a lot more fun than school. This picture's title is "I'll pedal, Emma. You steer!"

Then, while my father was getting out his umpire stuff, including all the league's ump shirts, we happened across a two-headed monster! (wearing an XXXXL shirt!)

Luckily, we managed to avoid being mauled. Then, suddenly, it was Easter. The bunny decided to hide our baskets around the house, but certain obnoxious little brothers (cough cough JAMES cough) said, as soon as somebody would come downstairs, "I know where your basket is! It's _________!" Obnoxious. Still, there were some cute pictures of the sugar buzz that ensued.

Parker arrived from Washington DC in the midst of all this; it was later unanimously voted that Emma got the coolest president. I mean present. Whups. :)

One thing I did not realize was that the little brother who two months ago was shorter and still sounded like a little brother was now taller than my mother, and answered the phone in this deep, indifferent teenager voice. It was sick.

Luckily, we all got a turn in the awesome hat. Here, Nonny is practicing her vaudeville technique.

Soon enough, it was time for us Provo-ites to leave. Alas, it was a tragic day! But not tragic enough to stop the new-age musicians from shooting their music videos on our driveways.

As soon as the video was over, my dad discovered that he had the power to levitate objects, simply with his mind!

Then I got to take a screamy picture with the musician. If she'd stuck around I was going to have her sign my elbow with a sharpie.

In other news, Mike had a birthday a while ago, and the fam sent him an AMAZING picture of the temple, about which we are both very enthusiastic.

And now there are no new pictures because it's almost finals week and we're too busy playing. Whups! I mean studying.

THE END