I’m Dreaming of a New Apartment (and also we still haven’t heard back from Florida so stop asking)

No, we still haven’t heard back from Florida.  And Tanner has called the admissions office several times and they give him an admission counselors phone #, which he calls repeatedly and she never even answers.  We’re 2 weeks past the point when they said they’d get back to us and we had to pay KCUMB (Kansas City) a $1000 matriculation fee this morning, so whatever Ft Lauderdale–whatever.  We had kind of decided we’ll go to Florida if we get in, but now we’re wondering if we want to go to a school that doesn’t even answer our phone calls and has a dysfunctional interview process. We’ll see.

But on to the the real subject of this post (it kind of promises to be a downer, sorry):  how excited I am to be out of this apartment!  Really, really just hating on this apartment right now.  I just got an email asking us to please be prepared for routine inspections tomorrow.  How rude would it be for me to reply: “I’m really glad you have time for inspections but not time to take care of the maintenance request I sent 11 days ago and have called about twice for you to fix my freaking curtain rods that have fallen out of the wall.”

Would that be rude?

The thing is that I’ve been living in crappy old Provo apartments for 7 years.  I’ve loved them all, laughed off their ghetto crooked doors, old carpet, leaky ceilings, dilapidated furniture, bathroom ventilation systems that sound like they are hosting a colony of dying birds (remember that one?!?) thin walls that let all the sounds through–weekly halo nights, babies crying, newlyweds making love, couples fighting.  I considered it part of the college experience and it never bothered me too much. But I’m over it.  I’m am so over the stained linoleum and the walls covered in nail holes.  I’m over taking my laundry to the Wash Hut and the sound of footsteps on the metal stairs every single time anyone comes home.  I’m especially over maintenance at this place using every bit of their imaginations to avoid spending more than $1 on any single maintenance issue.

A while back, when we were thinking about what kind of place we’ll get when we move to medical school, I said I have two requirements:  I must have a washer/dryer and I must have a dishwasher.  I thought I’d pretty much be fine with any place as long as I had those two things.  And now. . . ohhhh, I started getting greedy and dreaming big.  When Camryn started walking, I started thinking about how nice it would be to have an enclosed outdoor grassy space.  Somewhere she could be outside and explore but I could still get things done.  I’m pretty sure at this point, she could spend hours in a sandbox or a little plastic pool if we had a backyard and man, that just sounds so nice.  Also, it wouldn’t kill us to have some kind of garage or shed to keep our nice bikes that are too valuable to just lock to our railing (I’ve already had one bike stolen in Provo, not happening to my new baby) so that we don’t have to sacrifice half our (sparse) closet space for them.  What if we had an extra room for my own studio office??  Or more than two kitchen cupboards? Or more than 2 feet of closet? What if we had a big enough place that I could move from one room to another during Camryn’s nap without waking her up? (gotta make sure my bathroom breaks are taken care of before hand because if I can’t hold it–naptime is over) I would love a lot more light.  A LOT more.  And it would be nice not to hear my neighbors through the floorboards 24/7.  And what if–gasp–luxury of all luxury’s–what if we had a master bathroom??  PEOPLE–a master bathroom!!!

No apartment hunting until we’re 100% sure where we’re going, but I am over here wishing, hoping, praying that our med-school stipend will cover something that satisfies at least some of that wish-list.  I want curtain rods that stay attached to the walls and is that really so much to ask?

the mountains are calling, and I must go (or, this is how we do a ski day)

(I started this last week, laying in bed after our ski day.  just finished it.)

oh hey, it’s been a while.  That’s because I’ve been making lots of notebooks and doing lots of yoga and sometimes there isn’t room for all of the things so some of them get squished tight over to the edges and the more unfortunate things just plain spill right over the edges and drop into the abyss, landing in the land of things that never got done.  It’s a lonely place and my blog doesn’t want to be there but, you know.

But I’m too tired to do anything else, so I’m going to tell you all about our lovely ski day, start to finish.  I’ll start with the night before–that time when skiing never ever ever sounds fun at all.  Is it just me?  I’m thinking about waking up early when it’s still dark and so cold, finding all the gear, loading all the gear into the car, packing a lunch for us plus a days worth of food for the babysitter to feed Camryn.  It all just sounds like such a whole lot of effort to put into something that doesn’t even sound fun right now.  What sounds fun the night before is–sleeping in, being lazy, and staying warm.  Period.  But even though everything in my body is telling me that it’s a dumb idea, my brain is telling me that I love to ski more than anything and when I have the chance, I need to take it.  My brain is telling me that even though all the prep is a pain, it is never not worth it.  The moment I get on the slopes I will be the most genuine kind of happy.  I will spend hours on the mountain feeling elated, alive, and grateful.  Grateful for my body and the amazing things it can do, grateful for my good health, for the beauty of the mountains, for a husband who loves it just as much as I do and for a dad that taught me how.

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So, on this night, it was raining hard.  Which meant rain in the valley, snow in the mountains, and a day full of fabulous fresh powder.  Curled up in bed, listening to the rain, my body was telling me I didn’t want to go skiing the next day, but my mind was saying you do!  So we went and it was everything it always is.  Plus more because it was free demo day which meant we got to go trade in our skis for a pair of brand new ones to test out for free.

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(mine are the blue ones on the left.  I’ve been using them since I was 14 and my mind was running all day scheming on how and when I could replace them.  What I came up with is 11 years.  Which is the answer to pretty much every question these days that begins with “when do you think we could afford. . .”)

And also, ALSO! I got to meet two 3-time olympian female skiers!! First time in all my life that I’ve been star-struck. They were hanging out near the demo booths (probably getting paid big bucks by solitude to do so) and I shook their hands and talked to them and holy cow.  I’m not much impressed by celebrities, but these ladies were my kind of celebrities.  Shannon Bahrke has a silver medal and a bronze medal in women’s moguls making her one of the best mogulists in the WORLD.  Have you seen the olympic mogul events?!?!?  they are insane.  I watched that event this year in total disbelief at how difficult what they’re doing is.  I skied moguls the very next day, the whole time thinking how?? how?? There was also Emily Cook who just got back from Sochi where she took 8th in freestyle aerial skiing.  freestyle.  aerial.  skiing.  That’s how you impress a Dana.

I couldn’t exactly tell you why, but the snow that day was really difficult to ski.  New snow, but really tracked up and choppy, and nothing was groomed at all since it had snowed overnight, so everywhere you went it was just hard and exhausting (still so fun!) but by the time we got home we were completely dead and there were still 3 1/2hours to go until camryn’s bedtime.  (thanks Kelsey and Ryan for babysitting!!) From what I remember, we basically laid in bed that whole time while she jumped on us and sat on our faces and generally bounced around with all of the energy of the energizer bunny that she is.  And then we slept for 11 hours and felt like we could have slept for 11 more.

the end.

7 quick takes

Punching out 7 quick takes this morning:

1.  Tanner still has not heard back from his interview in Florida and it’s killing him.  It’s been 4 weeks and 3 days and they said we’d here back after 4 weeks, and come on people, you can’t do that to people.  I’m fine.  Because at least I know we’re going somewhere and that’s good enough for me, I’m not too stressed about knowing where yet.  But Tanner is a very decisive man (great quality to have in a husband let me tell you) and it’s kind of like he’s being forced against his will to draw out this decision a painfully long time.  We’d better hear back soon!

2.  I am so tired of hearing our downstairs neighbors fight.  The guy has the most obnoxious sounding voice in the world and now that I think about it, I can rarely hear her–mostly just him arguing at her.  And even when he’s not fighting, just talking, his voices just carries like you wouldn’t believe.  Sometimes I feel like it’s all I hear all day long, that voice, just talking, talking, talking, like I’m a crazy person with a voice in my head.  (Not to mention that he sneezes like a giant and it’s loud enough to wake me up at night).  Yesterday I took to banging on the floor trying to make it stop.  Well. . . later, before bedtime, Camryn was dancing, which basically amounts to her jumping/stomping/marching in circles around her bedroom and insisting we join her.  And that’s when the neighbors started banging on their ceiling.  And I don’t even feel bad about it.  Not at all.  And as Tanner pointed out, it was “a perfectly reasonable time of night to be dancing.”

3.  I’ve just been bookbinding my little heart away and that’s why I haven’t blogged one bit.  Sorry.  My entire room currently smells like a tannery from the leather I’ve been cutting. mmmmmm.

4. I got a new niece.  She’s a cutie.CAM00714

5.  That one time we went  out for a movie (which occasion we have turned from a semiannual event to something closer to quarterly and we’re pretty happy about it) and when we got to the ticket box, we realized we had absolutely no form of payment because one of Camryn’s favorite activities is to unload and reload Tanner’s wallet  and it seemed that certain critical cards hadn’t been reloaded.  We only need $3.50 for heaven sakes (dollar movie), ran back to the car, foraged for laundry quarters and found enough of them to do the trick.  When we rushed into the theater and took one of the last remaining pairs of seats–we happened to find ourselves sitting right next to Tanner’s best friend Matt and his new fiance.

6.  On Wednesday night, Elizabeth Smart was speaking at BYU and I really wanted to go.  I went with my sister in law and we had both just read her book and were really looking forward to hearing her speak.  Emily got there one hour and fifteen minutes before the speech was even scheduled to start because she is a Staples and has all that kind of blood running in her.  I got there shortly after and the line was insane–wrapping all the way inside and outside the entire HFAC.   It was in the Dejong concert hall with 1200 seats and. . . we were ten people away from getting inside.  It was so disappointing.  Especially because a ton of people started running around the corner last minute that hadn’t even been waiting in line and just cut in front of everybody and ran inside.  Such a letdown.

7.  I’ve been really overwhelmed lately at the abundance of amazing friendships in my life.  Maybe that’s just what happens when you live in the same place for longer than a year without moving around all the time, but I just have so many great friends in our ward.  Yoga friends, park friends, friends down the street.  Old roommate friends scattered around Provo, girls night friends, internet friends, old friends.  I heard somewhere recently that everyone needs old friends and new friends and I totally believe that and I feel so blessed to have so many of both.

namaste everyone