Election Day

This day was a little surreal for me.  While I love voting and politics and knowing whats going on with our nation, this is the first time I can claim (since having a driver's license) that I am not a resident of Nevada but a resident of Utah.  Seeing names on the ballot whom I wasn't extremely familiar with stunned me.  I felt as if I was so unprepared and needed to know a lot more on the stances of the various political parties. 

 It's okay.  I love America.  I love that we are given the agency to vote for our officials.  I love Utah, but I do love and miss Nevada (especially because Nevada's Birthday was on the 31st of October and I didn't get to celebrate with school off.

Halloween

On another note- This past weekend was Halloween!  Friday night friends gathered to have a murder mystery party.  In the end I, Zetta, ended up killing Sam (Russell) because he had pictures of me kissing another man and was blackmailing me. 

The rich mob gangster who owned the local Speakeasy and his girlfriend, the famous Hollywood silent film star. 

Another speakeasy owner and his main girl

Sam, the blackmailing fool who got stabbed in the back and his waitress

 (i don't know what happened to the couple picture of Jessie and Conor- sorrrry!)

365 Days Together

Lance and Christine's ONE year Anniversary of dating. I know it seems a little weird that we would even celebrate such an event since we're married and now we have a wedding anniversary, but I have never had, in my entire life, celebrated a one year anniversary.  I think its exciting and an accomplishment to be with someone for 365 days and only love them more than you did on day one.  For those of you who don't know, these are pictures from our day one.  

Lance picked me up from my apartment in Provo and we drove in his Scion (which he now doesn't have) to the start of the walk to Bridal Veil Falls.  It was my first blind date and I wasn't sure is he was going to be a complete weirdo, so I decided to bring my Canon Rebel with us to take some pictures when the conversation was a little dull. 

 We walked along this path together and whenever he would make a sarcastic remark I pretended it insulted me and I would cross the line and go into the other "lane" only to have Lance follow me and brush my shoulder with his. 

 We didn't know as we walked the path that this would be our last first date and blind date for the rest of our lives. We didn't know that night held our first kiss and first real sparks.  We didn't know we'd end up in our cute little box on the hillside of the Wasatch Mountains.  We didn't know we'd fall madly head over heels with each other after only a week, and be married 10 months later. 

If we would have known all of this then, Lance's cute little smile would have been even bigger and he wouldn't have denied me when I tried to take a picture with him by saying "I don't take pictures with people on the first date."

Motivation

So I've come to be extremely grateful for a husband who knows me so well.  Over the last week or so I've been lacking serious motivation to do anything especially school.  We were out walking Ellie one night and he suggested that I should start running again to train for a half-marathon so I would have some motivation and drive to accomplish something.  That very next day while I was searching through our junk mail I came across a letter addressed to me for Team in Training.  I opened it up to discover that it is a team you can join which helps you train for events such as a marathon while raising money for Cancer!

  I went online to research further and discovered that the team pays for your entry fees, travel and accommodations and all you have to do is train, race, and get people to sponsor you to raise money for cancer. 

 These are the three scheduled races for this upcoming Spring, and yes that does indeed say PARIS, FRANCE!

 Anyone interested in joining come to a meeting and meet the coach and fellow runners!

 

And this is where my motivation finally jumped back to normal.  When I saw the opportunity to go to France I immediately called Lance and told him we BOTH needed to strap on our running shoes.  After looking at the race's website I found out that nearly 40,000 people are in this one race.  People from all over the world and you get to experience France like no one ever has before.  Now I am all for training and running, but 26.2 miles seems a little out of reach for me.  I guess I will just have to keep Paris in the back of my mind each time I think I can't run another step.  

 

Here's the course for the 26.2 miles!!

A trip down south

South to St. George Lance and I went to spend the weekend with his 3 best friends and their wives!  Minus the fact that I was almost fired for taking the time off, the weekend was so much fun. We were supposed to leave Friday night at 6:30, but didn't get going until nearly 8pm.  Saturday we had a tennis tournament couples v. couples and after Robert and Laura won, the boys decided to play against each other.  The four girls went to the store and when we came back the boys were STILL playing!  Sunday we went to church and it was the Primary Program. After we headed to the temple and learned so much about its construction.  For example:
1. The little windows at the tops were originally the window for a little apartment and people would actually stay in the temple.
2.  The tower was struck by lightening and broke off and had to be replaced.
3. Christopher Columbus received the high priesthood.

Overall, successful weekend. The end.

Espana

Last night I was surfing the web and looking at restaurants within the Salt Lake valley.  I stumbled upon Cafe Madrid and was rather intrigued, so I looked at their menu.  Top of the list was tapas- in particular Tortilla Espanola.  I was in utter shock when I saw they were charging 22 dollars an order!!  After drooling over just the thought of being able to eat them, I then began to research a recipe for a Spanish Tortilla.  

Let me back up a bit for those of you who have never eaten a Spanish Tortilla.  It isn't a piece of corn or flour, but more of an omelet.  It's traditionally eggs, potatoes, and onion chopped up and fried to make almost a pie shape.  

So I went to the grocery store and purchased the ingredients (yes just a potato and an onion since I had everything else) and came home and began chopping them up into little pieces.  I placed them into hot oil and began frying them until they were golden brown.  I then strained them and began to whisk a few eggs and then placed them all together in a different (smaller) pan.  

One tricky thing is you have to flip the tortilla while the top is still raw egg so you have to use a plate to cover the top and flip it without spilling the egg everywhere! 

and ah ha!!! HERE's my tortilla espanola!!!!

Making this tortilla today has reminded me of my amazing trip to Spain in the summer of 2007.  Seeing all the wonderful sites and wonderful food.  The people.  The language.  The people I took the trip with.  Overall, amazing. 

The battle still continues.

Since I began college in my mind I knew I wanted to do something in the medical field.  I am over analytic and like to look at every possibly facet before I make any decision (which sometimes makes people think I can't make up my mind).  I entered Brigham Young with a yearning to be a nurse and pre-nursing is exactly where I ended up.  After a semester and a half, and seeing the competition and blood-shedding personalities of other pre-nursing students I decided that it wasn't right for me.  I still wanted to pursue something medical, but the competition had me hidden away in a hole never wanting to come out.  I began my research into physicians assistant graduate school and thought it to be a perfect fit for what I aspired for my life.  I then changed my major to Exercise Science and began my journey from the beginning, through taking Physics 105.  While in high school, I loved physics, but college physics in an entirely separate world.  I HATED PHYSICS, plus I wasn't very good at it leading my decision to sway away from the difficult, almost medical school science classes and back towards nursing.  I changed my major once again to Exercise and Wellness which is more geared toward the body's overall health through proper diet and exercise.  At BYU, I have never had a semester in which I enjoyed what I learned more.  No more 300 person lecture halls.  No more busy science classes which have no direct purpose.  No more learning about things I saw no practicality or interest in.  I was finally done and had finally found my niche.  

 I began to mark my course toward fulfilling the prerequisite courses for an accelerated bachelor's degree in nursing.  I figured it was my only shot to my dream career, but in the process was discouraged by my lack of GPA and the increasing competition.  I within my dreams out of an accelerated bachelor's and into an associates figuring it was more achievable.  The week of my honeymoon I was pleasantly surprised to find out my name had left the waiting list and I was officially accepted as a nursing student.  What joy overwhelmed my soul as I finally felt I had captured my dream after such a long journey.  The floating on cloud nine feeling, however, slowly was washed away when the costs for tuition revealed I would need 36,000 in student loans to fulfill my associates RN.  For a week I battled with the idea of going into debt for dream, or giving it all up in hopes of being accepted into a more cost effective program.  As I knelt in prayer in the temple, I was overwhelmed many feelings, some too personal to share.  My main gut feeling, however, was to forgo the expensive program and seek happiness in another realm.  To keep going and be persistent in what I want, and eventually doors opening up.  

Now it's come to the point that my dreams of being a nurse verse being a physicians assistant are back into my mind competing for my full attention.  Do I stretch myself and challenge myself to fulfill the rigorous courses associated with a masters degree? Do I work my way up from a nursing associates to a masters in the 5 years of schooling it would take?  Do I jump in head first into the possibility of having to move to a different state to achieve my education?  The unanswered questions I have been left with are only consuming my every thought and are sometimes too much to bare.  

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