Biology and World War II? Not the Same Thing

Being that it is spring (and finally starting to show signs of such), it would seem as though everyone is twitter-pated right now.  For some, the twitter-pation comes from the realization that if they are going to get married this year, they better get cracking before all the girls leave for the summer.  For others, it is simply the same magical feeling in the air that captured the hearts of a deer, a rabbit, and a skunk.  Although SUU students aren't as drastic as the following picture (based on my observations. People very well could be this twitter-pated on random floors of the library, or in elevator shafts. But as far as just walking on the sidewalks goes, I have yet to see this scene),

seeing young people head over heals is not a bizarre sighting.  As a side note, seeing a young girl playing with her boyfriend's ear(s) as he relaxes on a tree root is out of the ordinary.

What is more common is a scene like this:

or this: 

However, this blog post is not about PDAs. This is about what happens after the initial twitter-pation, and the couple must say, "Farewell, my love," to one another.  

Although saying, "See you in 50 minutes!" should suffice between classes, couples do not simply say that phrase to one another.  In my recent observations, couples say, "Oh! *sob sob sob* Will we ever see each other again?  What if the Nazis shoot you? Oh, my dear, dear love! I don't know what I will do if you don't return!"  Honestly, what is the worse thing that could happen?  Your one true love gets a paper cut? That's why bandages were invented, people.  Sending your beloved to biology class is not the same as sending your lover halfway around the world to shoot Nazis, the VietCong, or Al Qaeda. 

Therefore, high-five your sweetheart, and get to class.  Somehow life will go on.  Then again, I have never been in love.  Perhaps if I ever do experience this feeling I may understand what makes a departure to class so problematic.  Until then, I stand by my thoughts on the powers of a high-five.

The Only Laker I Like Is a Salt Laker

A few years ago, my sister was a Jazz dancer! She is the gorgeous one in this picture! 

In case you need further help identifying her, she is the blonde second from the right on the back row.

When she was a Jazz dancer, she could get my family tickets to the games! I went with my dad. They were so fun! But, being that tickets are so expensive, I thought that that would be my only chance. However, one of the suppliers at my dad's work gave away four Jazz tickets for a game over spring break! I, of course, wanted to go! So, my mom, dad, Toby, and I went to the jazz game! 

 

Toby was pretty excited; this was his first Jazz game! 

But, the drive was a long one. 

So I comforted him. 

When we got there, we realized how great these seats really were! They were in the lower bowl! This was our view! The other great thing about this game?! We won!!! This, the aspect of being at a sporting event, and our amazing view made Toby smile!

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This past weekend was General Conference. Since I didn't go home for October's conference, and my cute neighbor, Sara, needed a ride, I decided to go home.  After working our way through a horrible traffic accident, and realizing there was still a horrible traffic jam, we got off the freeway and I found my way home from Springville on back roads. I was so proud of myself! But, anyway, when I got home, my mom told me that the supplier had left four more Jazz tickets! Since none of my sisters (except Melisa) wanted to go, they inquired if I wanted to go again. I told my mom, "Of course!" I didn't have time to change, so I wore my awesome U of U t-shirt to the game. Wrong league, but that's okay! 

However, I did sport my new Miley Cyrus shoes, so that made it all better!

 

This is my beautiful sister who sat by me at the Jazz/Laker game:

Melisa posing while my Dad looks distinguished.

Practicing our puffer-fish faces before the game.

We were winning at half-time, so we celebrated with popcorn.

But, at the end, we lost. 

These seats weren't quite as good as the last game (they were in the upper bowl), but they were still free and still not that bad. AND, guess who was sitting just two rows in front of us? This fabulous couple!

You can see my dad (green shirt), mom (purple shirt, emotional that the Jazz were losing), and sister (scratching her ear) in the background. My head is hidden by the lady in the purple floral (?) shirt with the scowl.

It was great to see them again! Mitch and Whitney, that is. The lady with the scowl was not that pleasant to sit behind. 

The game was seriously so much fun! I am so so so glad I had a chance to go! We may have lost, but the Lakers did us a favor by beating us. You see, now we have a better lottery pick! So ha! 

Disclaimer: Even though I said the only Laker I like is a Salt Laker, I do still like Mitch. One day he will see the light and convert. :cD