A post, a post, a post, a post! Would you, Could you write a blog post?

Um Double What What?? Yep, another post comin at ya! (Ha side note for Jess and any other super old Disney Channel fans: "Cleopatra, comin' at ya! Cleopatra, comin at ya!" talk about a one hit wonder. Or...a no hit wonder)

Maybe we'll get some pics in this time. Except I can no longer save the iPhone photos I email to myself. Sad? YES. What, do I have to learn to use a real camera again? How could you iPhone? I love you so, but this has put a wedge in our relationship.

Some classic graduation pics, and solid proof that we're actually done! Or...I am. Matt is soon. So, high five cougar I run by almost daily!
Another classic grad photo. Also, if I was a freshman on the cross country team, I would be compelled to lean over and kiss that Matty of mine, simply because we are on the cougar. Luckily, there was a long line of people waiting to take pics in their caps and gowns, so I refrained. Notice: the shoes. Yep, from my wedding :)
Matt and I at the athlete graduation banquet. I got my own mini cougar statue. I promise I won't try to ride it. The food was most excellent. Ask if my family got desserts before anyone else: they did.
Me and the cutest messin' around.

Now, what's been a goin on since last week? Well ladies and gentlemen, I have started a job! A real one! Meaning not lifeguarding or shoe-selling! Okay, technically it is another internship, but it is paid, so I'm counting it as a bona fide job. Utah Valley Magazine decided to let me come run-a-muck for the summer. No, I'm going to do a good job I promise. I'm currently in charge of the calendar of events, featuring someone awesome from Payson and finding cool products made locally in Utah Valley. I'm also looking for cool ways to serve/volunteer in Utah Valley. Got some suggestions? Hook a sister up!

Random interruption: I have the tv on, but the sound way low because I'm home alone and I just like to have it on. (Matt is playing bball.) Anyways, I just saw a commercial for diapers that look like denim. Really? Then I sit there and think, "I wonder what the commercial is saying?" But do I turn up the volume? Nope. And before I know it America's Funniest Home Videos is back on, soundless. This is also to ensure that the neighbors will hear my solitary laugh better.

Anyways, I put a full 8 hours in today. Meaning I opened my eyes to this rainy spring world at 6am to get in a run and a shower before showing up to the office at 8:00. I don't like running alone for many reasons, though I don't blame anyone for not wanting to run with me at that time. But, one reason is I get out there and become indecisive about how many miles to do. I started with a plan to run 6, then 4 more after work.

As I ran Provo's streets, I thought, "Nah, I don't want to run later, I'll just do 8 right now and be done for the day."

Then I think, "Boo, that's long and I don't have time, I can run 4 later no problem."

Followed closely by, "What if it's raining later and my hair will be newly washed, and I can't waste that miracle!"

To which I eventually settle on, "Okay, I'll do 7. That way I can run later if it's not raining, or I don't have to if it is."

What really happened? I accidentally ran 7.5, because I forgot that I ran from home, not from the school. And did I run four later? Well, it wasn't raining, and a deal's a deal. That makes a grand total of 11.5 alone today. I guess I'd better start getting used to it. Anyone wanna move to the Caribbean for the specific purpose of being my running buddy?

Maybe I'll take out an ad: "Looking for running partner. Must be willing to live on a Caribbean island where the weather is perpetually 82 degrees and humid and willing to run anywhere from 6-12 miles a day at 7-ish minutes per mile. Preference will be given to former BYU runners, and also to those who love ice-cream and the Disney Channel."

Okay, to save on time and advertising costs, Jessica, will you just move there with me? K, good.

I mean, this could be us for the next 20 months!!
Yeah, yeah. I know you have Jason and stuff. Just consider it? You're very qualified for this position.

Now, to change the subject without any transition whatsoever, I make FANTASTIC broccoli cheese soup. Thank you Lion House Cookbook! And Matt likes it, he likes it! I think my cooking skills are actually improving. I needed half and half for the soup, but bought whipping cream. I didn't realize this until I was already pouring it generously into the pot. It seemed too thick, so da da-da da! I stopped pouring at the halfway point and did the other half with milk. The soup was SAFE!

What did I do with the rest of the whipping cream? Made whipped cream, duh! Sadly, I am ruined by canned whipped cream. I LOVE it, I spray it directly into my mouth, thank you very much. So, this homemade stuff is good, but different. I can't have it straight the way I do from the can. It works great with: french vanilla hot cocoa, strawberries, a spoonful of peanut butter and cinnamon toast crunch cereal. It doesn't work so well with pretzels and...actually that's it.

Well, that's the LewsNews, which is mostly CecilyLewsNews. Oops. Uh...Matt is busy memorizing a million things for anatomy. He LOVES his anatomy book. And he is becoming less freaked out by cadavers. In fact, he is inspired by the muscles on the cadaver he is currently studying with. Hence, more frequent gym trips this week. Good job honey man!

Hey, if I put a pest control shirt and hat on your cadaver, will you be inspired to make more frequent trips to Salt Lake to sell? Ah, let's face it, I will NOT be touching a cadaver. So, Matty you're safe.

Oh, curse my totally biased blogging.

Here's some more of my writing that is in no way objective (thank goodness):

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705371895/Reasons-to-Run-Fight-the-temptation-of-looking-at-greener-grass-by-running.html

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705372356/Reasons-to-run-My-mom-always-supported-my-passion-for-running.html

Longest post ever! THE END, whew!