Monday, September 29, 2008


So, as I'm sure many of you haven't noticed (because I hid the darned thing at the bottom of the blog) I have added a countdown to the wedding. Why? Because my darling twin sister asked me a while back if I was counting down the days to when Bobby and I get married. And I thought to myself... "Well, it's about 3 months...Uh, what else do you want to know?" And then I thought to myself... "Am I a bad bride-to-be that I don't even know how many days until I get married?" And then I thought to myself... "I'm not feeling stressed out at all by the prospect of all the wedding plans--maybe I don't want a countdown!"

By the way, a big shoutout goes to my mom right about here. Mamma mia, without you this wedding would not be happening. You are the best mom ever and I am so grateful to you for all the hard work you've been doing to arrange everything out there in Idaho. THANK YOU!!!

So now I have added a countdown, because I am so incredibly excited to get married to Bobby. And, just so you know, we are officially under 3 months as of Saturday. Not that I'm counting or anything.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Hair update...

Bobby's hair has started growing in a little, slowly but surely. He's growing more comfortable with it but it's still a little too short for him. I still thinks he looks incredibly handsome with short hair, so he's conceded to perhaps leaving it shorter than he normally might. I think. He wasn't very clear. He actually was very evasive. I believe his exact words were, "Well, we'll just let it grow and see what we think." I guess we'll be growing our hair out together. Hmmph.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Ah, West Virginia!

One thing I have to admit about West Virginia is that it is an absolutely beautiful state. I may moan and complain about everything Morgantown lacks, and the fact that I'm leaving behind a job that I love for who knows what, but the fact remains that West Virginia is beautiful. I look forward to hiking, camping and spending some marvelous times outside enjoying the glorious world.

Bobby took this photo while driving home from a weekend of military. And one thing that I love about our relationship is that, while Bobby has always admired the beauty of the world and appreciated it, since meeting me and seeing how much the grandeur of God's creations touch me, he notices everything more. We'll go for walks or drives and he'll point something out like a sunset or wildlife or flowers, knowing that I'll be happier for having seen more beauty in the world.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

You'll Be A Dentist...

So, Bobby has started working in the clinic and enjoys it thoroughly. Now, by enjoying it, I mean he digs his fingers around in people's mouths and has other people's fingers digging around in his mouth. Fun, huh? I personally don't think that it's my cup of tea, but he enjoys it...immensely. And since it makes him happy, I'm happy too.

The last time he was in clinic they were taking impressions of each other's mouths. And there is just something about the thought of having that huge tray filled with sludge inserted into my mouth that makes me want to gag.

They always say to breath through your nose, and I always do, but I think I have this fear of the goo running down my throat, congealing there and I suffocate, dying a horrible death. So inevitably, whenever I have had an impression taken, I gag and cough and the dentist or orthodontist glare at me like I'm the silliest wuss they've ever seen. Hopefully this dentist won't do that...After all, this silly wuss is going to make sure that this dentist has a full belly...

Monday, September 22, 2008

Just Chillin'

So Bobby was leaving class one day...stressed, I'm sure...pondering the meaning of all things mouth, and tooth, and gums, and tartar and plaque. I'm sure microbiology and prosthedontics were floating around in there too, probably with a smattering of anxiety about the logistics of getting me moved to West Virginia. In general, I would probably say he had a lot on his mind, because let's face it--dental school is hard. Let alone piling on top of that all that goes with getting married, including merging households and learning to actually spend an extended period of time with the one that you love (the longest we've spent together is 5 days...I can't wait to have a relationship where we live in the same city!).

So, Bobby is walking along, minding his own business, when he comes across this:

A squirrel, in the midst of a siesta, hanging out in the sunshine, not a care in the world. A lazy squirrel that seems to say: "Stupid human...Just relax a little! See how good I have it? Not a care in the world!" He's just chillin', taking it easy, and thinking that all the students walking by him are idiots, too busy to just take a nap and enjoy life. Bet he changes his tune when he loses his teeth and needs a dentist.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Weekend Surprise

So Bobby gave me a little surprise this weekend--him! He was supposed to come to Columbus on Saturday around 4 but instead came at noon. He had told me--rascally little sneak that he is!--he was doing some dentist stuff on campus until noon and would leave after that. What was he doing on campus? Well, I don't really know except that it involved making something out of acrylic, something mouthish or toothish...I don't really remember, except that it means that my man is really smart and is really working hard at this dental school thing.

Anyway, what was he REALLY doing on campus--driving to Columbus! I had been out that morning and was driving home when he called and asked what I was doing and let me know he had just left (liar) and was just getting in to Pennsylvania (deceiver). He asked what I was doing and I said I was going to go wash my car...and he said, "Well, why don't you wait for me and I'll come help?" And I was little annoyed because we had plans to do stuff after he arrived and we wouldn't have time to go wash my car if I waited. So I huffed, rolled my eyes and said fine. In reality he said this because he was already at my apartment and didn't want to wait for me anymore.

I got home and was putzing around for a couple minutes when I heard knocking. I didn't know if it was my door but I noticed I hadn't locked my door, so I locked it and went about my business. Again, knocking. I looked out the peephole and saw no one. I am definitely not one to answer if I don't know who's there even if it's an invisible man or a verrry small person. Again, knocking. This time it was a little secret knock Bobby has devised for some strange reason so when I'm in his house he can do the secret knock and come in...Instead of just coming in anyway. I don't really understand that nonsense--it sounds a little secret combinationish to me...You know, secret signs and greetings, all of that.

Anyway, when I finally opened the door and saw him I was so excited. There was a little jumping and wahooing involved. I love this man so much, and I'm really looking forward to the day when all of this silliness of just seeing eachother on the weekends and all of the heartache of saying goodbye over and over again is done with. December 27th, baby!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


So, when I was driving back from Morgantown on Sunday night the wind started picking up and before I knew it I was being buffeted across the highway by 75 mph wind gusts. I went into defensive driver mode, hands at 10 and 2, brow furled in concentration, as I watched leaves, twigs and debris sailing through the air and occasionally pelting my car.

Wow, I thought, Ike sure has a grudge against something. Then as I entered Columbus I thought something seemed weird. I realized it was that there wasn't any light. Now, I'm not talking about a few lights out...I mean NO light whatsoever. (500,000 people lost power that night).

As the spoiled, over-abundantly blessed brat that I am, I immediately thought, "Great, now what am I supposed to do? Wash my face in the dark?" I lit a candle, got ready for bed and slept, thinking it would last a couple hours. Try 24. It was actually quite amusing, and I totally laughed at myself for it. I had my candle, showering not knowing if I was using shampoo, trying to look through my closet to find matching clothes, reading my scriptures over breakfast. I lost all the food in my fridge (luckily my freezer made it).

And through it all I realized how incredibly lucky I am. I had to survive a few hours in the dark. Most of Columbus is still without power and will be until Friday. I didn't even have to bear the brunt of Ike like those on the gulf coast did. I didn't have a house destroyed or really lose anything (other than my flower box...I still don't know where that ended up).

I thank Heavenly Father for the many blessing He has given me, most of which I am entirely unworthy. I have such a wonderful life and so many things to be grateful for...electricity not being the least of them.

There goes the hair...

So as some of you may have noticed, Bobby is losing his hair. Duh. We both have very differing opinions on the matter: Bobby is keenly aware of the fact that his lustrous, thick, beautiful hair is going the way of all the earth. He hates it deep down in his soul and would give anything for all that lovely hair to resprout. I, on the other hand, don't care. I think he's just as cute, just as handsome and just as kissable with or without hair. I don't think the locks make the man.

I do, however, think that balding men who shave their heads are extremely sexy and confident. To me, there is just something about a man who shaves his head that says: I accept what is happening to my head and I am letting it go. Bobby, of course, has a drastically different line of thought on this matter as well. To him, these men who have shaved their heads are pansies; they have surrendered and raised the white flag.

So, several times I have asked him if he would shave his head because I really want to see what he would look like. And everytime he has flat out refused. Except the last time...he came with a bargaining chip: if I grow my hair out so that it can go in a pony tail, he would shave his head. I refused. I love my hair short and growing it out would require my morning routine to grow longer as my hair did. But then I wised up and realized if I wanted his hair gone, I would have to sacrifice.

So this weekend we shaved his head. This is what I thought he looked like. A very HOT man. And I love rubbing his head.

This is what he thinks he looks like. A moronic wuss who has tucked his tail between his legs and given up.

So, needless to say, he is now growing his hair back. And I'm sad. But not too much, because I still think he's sexy.

Sunday, September 7, 2008


Bobby and I met on Saturday at Cambridge, a very charming little town about 80 miles east of Columbus. As far as places to meet in between Columbus and Morgantown, Cambridge isn't so bad. We went on our third date here (and by-the-way had our first kiss here...but that's for another time) and have come back many times since then.

Our favorite place to eat here is Theo's. Well, we haven't eaten anyplace else in Cambridge, but we do enjoy Theo's a lot so I guess we can safely say that it's our favorite. And it has really good food, and it's really cheap food, so you can imagine how much Bobby really likes this place.

And by the way, I think he looks really cute here...don't you agree? Yup, that's what I thought! He had military Saturday morning and came straight to Cambridge after. What is it about a man in uniform?

Anyway, every time we come Bobby always gets the same thing: a 1/2 pound bacon cheeseburger that is absolutely monstrous and everytime he eats it he always groans with delicious pleasure and states that it's the best burger EVER.

But the reason I like coming to Theo's is the PIE! They have deeeelicious pie and I always need to have some. We've had apple, cherry, chocolate, chocolate-peanut butter, blackberry, coconut cream, banana cream, lemon meringue. We almost had strawberry once but they were out of it and Bobby looked absolutely dejected...there was pointing and laughing on my part I will admit, which probably wasn't very supportive, but this man just makes me laugh sometimes. There was also an unfortunate incident with custard pie: I am firm in my belief that it wasn't too bad, but Bobby will go to his grave telling you it was the most disgusting thing he's ever eaten.

On Saturday, Bobby had peach pie and I had coconut cream and we ate until our bellies were full...

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

This is how the merger starts...

Bobby and I have had some very brief conversations about how we're going to combine households. We've both been on our own for so long that we're pretty established, but trying to figure out how everything will fit together hasn't been the headache you think it might be. Our conversations have usually gone something like this:

Maggie: My dearest love, what do you think about....

Bobby: Oh my angel, I think that sounds wonderful! Why don't we do that?

Maggie: Love of my life, you really don't care, do you?

Bobby: Nope, couldn't care less, goddess of my dreams.

Bobby has actually been really easy going about what changes we make with the house, and with my love for organization and design, it's made the idea of making HIS house OUR house very exciting.

So we started the process over Labor Day weekend, and it began in the kitchen. He had moved in and just put his food wherever it would fit, and having a pretty small kitchen, that didn't leave much room for anything else. So we went to Lowes and bought a cabinet to use as a pantry. I put it together and organized the food while Bobby studied. He did contribute, don't worry. But mostly just to ask me why I was chucking stuff that was 4 years old or he never had any intention of ever using, but it was a great deal when he bought it. I do have to say, this is one man that can't pass up a sale.

So now we have a beautiful new pantry to keep all the food in.

And the 4 other cabinets that were being used to house food now are free to use for dishes and pots and pans, and other things that I will be bringing. And I no longer have to ask Bobby where something is and get a silly look from him that says something like, "Well I'm sure I have it, you just have to look there, there, there or there for it."

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Labor Day Weekend

I was in Morgantown for a long 3 day weekend for Labor Day and it was wonderful! I suppose that it might not seem like that big of a deal to everyone, but when you're in a long-distance relationship like Bobby and I are, 3 days together is heavenly. I drove in Friday night and we had dinner together--chicken pot pie, yum yum--and then just hung out...with his intense school schedule and my work, it was nice just to relax for an evening.

On Saturday we went to a tailgate sponsored by the dental school before the WVU football game and had free food (and I don't quite understand Bobby's obsession with getting a free meal, but I have come to accept it). We left from there to go watch the BYU game with some friends (and Bobby, I'm sure, doesn't quite understand my complete apathy to all things sports related, but he's come to accept it). It was wonderful spending time with Daniel and Katie and their new beautiful baby girl.

On Sunday we attended church and then invited Bobby's brother Xax and his fiancee Shannon over for Sunday dinner.

General silliness and laughter prevailed and I've had a great time getting to know both of them better.

Labor Day was definitely a rest from our labors as Bobby and I did a whole lot of nothing. We slept in, ate breakfast and finally got going around 11 and took Xax's dog, Mich, for a walk.

She's a big, slobbery, sloppy sweetheart and we had a lot of fun letting her run around and jump for sticks.

The trail we take her on is absolutely beautiful, and for all nature lovers out there (I emphatically raise my hand on that one), it makes for a lovely walk.

But alas, our 3 day weekend was doomed to end, and I began my drive back Monday night. I tell myself I'll leave early, but that gosh-darned-man-of-mine makes it so hard! I just enjoy the time we have so much and it makes leaving him that much harder. So needless to say, I only got 6 hours of sleep (I seriously need 8) and my eyes are buggy today and all I want to do is crawl into bed, but goodness, we had a great time!