The beginning.....

I opened the blog up again, moving on...

Today is a special day....today I am kick off the 'crap I don't want to forget' series. I'll admit it, I'm not the best at journaling so you all get to relive this stories with me!

So lets start with the number one thing I am thankful for.....this guy!!

Once upon a time...scratch that! Let's be honest, once upon a time is code word for this one Sunday at the hormone filled institution called BYU-Idaho, I went to church with my roommates. A normal occasion in Rexburg. The morning was filled with chatter about the new semester and all of the new 'meat' ie: boys, that would be coming into the ward.

I had just come back from 2 months in central America (we'll cover that another day) and had a killer tan! Okay, it had faded a little by this point but let's be honest, is that really a bad thing? I looked like a freak!

So with my tan faded to a nice golden color, I was feeling pretty good about myself. We walked up to the Snow building and were sitting in the lobby before sacrament and I saw a boy....a cute boy!!! Lucky me....he came over and talked to us! He introduced himself, I wasn't listening very well as I would soon discover, and just as he finished, it was time to head in.

Now, this is BYU-I...you sit with your roommates, end of story!!! I'll admit that I didn't get a whole lot out of that sacrament because I spent the whole time trying to discreetly, so not smooth, look around to find this boy. It turns out he was sitting a few rows behind us so you can imagine all of my poor excuses to turn around....I dropped something behind me...someone was calling my name...you get the point, just plain sad.

Church ended without another mention of him. Oh well....

Later that week, I hadn't run in the this new boy yet so I decided to take things into my own hands. Okay, that's not true. I'm a big wimp...I had my roommate take things into her own hands. She called over to the apartment I thought he lived in and asked her buddy who lived there if Troy was living with them. When he said no, she asked if he knew which apartment he lived in. No idea. Maybe I just imagined him.

Family home evening assignments were passed down that week and my roommates and we decided to go and meet the apartment of guys we were matched with. We walked into the so obviously boys apartment, it smelled like burritos, and there he was. TROY!

Now riddle me this?? How is it that out of all of the information he gave me when he introduced himself, I remember his MIDDLE name??? His name wasn't Troy, it was TYLER! I told you I didn't listen real well when we first met.

For a reason I can't remember, he walked back to my apartment with me before he had to go to work. I had been unpacking still and had a huge box of stuff that didn't have a home yet. Well, Tyler left shortly after with George Forman in hand. I had 2 for some reason and was happy to get rid of the clutter. We actually still have that grill.

We started hanging out at night and just learning about each other. He had just gotten home from his mission to the Philippines after going to basic training and AIT. I, well I couldn't shut up! That is the reason he first kissed me. Romantic huh? He claims to this day that the only reason he kissed me is to get me to stop talking. I think I might believe him.

To be continued.....tomorrow!!!