Friday, April 30, 2010

Farewell, April.

Tis the end of April, and I sure hope that means the end of these spring time blizzards...
I do not mind rain at all- I love rain- but I am done with the snow.
May will bring sunshine and a break from school and my lovely boyfriend's 20th birthday.
(I'm stuck between a few ideas of what to get him,
but I don't dare list them in here if by some stroke of randomness he checked my blog.)
I won concert tickets to Cobra Starship on X96 a few nights ago for May 21st,
and I am pretty darn excited.
It'll be my third time seeing them in concert and Denver's first.
I'm hoping the crew is feeling great that night.
The last time I saw them, Gabe, the lead singer/entire source of entertainment,
was really sick and wasn't near as much fun as the first time around.
Either way, it'll be free, so that helps things!

Happy May 1st eve!? hahaha

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Too Many Carrie's...


So. At my work (Fortis College),
TWO more Carrie's have recently been hired.
There are now 3 of us.
In an office of  about 16 people not including the instructors whom we don't interact with too much.
Three Carrie's...
I've already answered to their calls a few times-
"Carrie?"
me-"Yes?"
 -"No, career services Carrie,"
or "Allied Health Carrie."

This should be interesting...


I've never had this issue... When is there ever more than 1 Carrie in a room?
Oh man.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My puppy's growing so fast!

So these pictures are not in chronilogical order- maybe you can tell by Rosco's size.
It has amazed Den & I how fast this lil guy's growing.
We're not so sure if he'll be 'lil' for too long.
The night we took him to the hospital 2 days after we got him he was 4 lbs.
He is now, 4 weeks later, weighing in at a healthy 12+ lbs.
It's as if we can watch him grow in a day's time.
Anywho! Here are some new pics to entertain. They sure do make me smile.
 I love the big ol puppy belly after they eat! haha. and that his right ear is always a bit perked up..


 This pic was taken a few weeks ago so he's significantly larger now, but tell me this is not hilarious!
I was getting ready for work and turned around not caring if I woke him up and then saw him like this and almost tripped trying to stop right where I was to NOT wake him up.
Denver had to witness this priceless moment.
Once I woke Denver up without waking up Rosco, he grumpily chuckled and went back to sleep. Just now was his first time seeing a picture of it and he just laughed his tooshie off.
Good stuff, Rosco. Sorry for the nudity, viewers.

Picture Perfect Memories...


Yesterday as Denver and I made our way to grab something for lunch, Lady Antebellum's, "Need You Now," came on the radio. He and I both started singing to it jokingly, singing like fools. It was pretty amusing because by the end it had turned into a pretty serious duet. He chuckled partway through saying he can't do the country guy's voice, but I still loved it. I don't think he realizes how good of a voice he has.

We just sat there in the car, belting out our duet, smiling at each other and the road ahead and the beautiful day all around.

I love picture picture perfect memories like those.

Monday, April 26, 2010

The Dangers of Marital Impatience

Marital impatience.
It happens to most girls 20+ years old who have been or are in a serious, long-term relationship.
I know I've had the bug more than once.

It's easier to catch than a cold and can only be shaken off with a pure dose of reality.
Every time I fall into this rut of daydreaming impatience I have to step back and think of why we're waiting.
We have the rest of our lives together- what's a few more years of saving up so we can have a great wedding, reception, and honeymoon to show for it. Maybe even a better living situation than apartments can offer.

This financial mindset is how most men prepare for marriage. I read in a article last week that when they're ready, it's 60% having found the right woman, and 40% feeling financially confident in making this commitment. Whether the couple is already living together or not- the stressful responsibility of being the "provider" is intimidating for a man. Thus, most men are not comfortable with the reality of marriage until they are confident in their financial security.

This is not so much the marital mindset for females. For a female, once she is in love and is confident in the man that she is chosen to stick by her side for the rest of their years and to father her children, she is ready.
Women do not feel the financail stress in marraige the same way men do. They see the pretty ring that will represent the bond she has made with her best friend. She sees his last name in place of hers and the pride she'll have in sporting that title. She sees everything changing from 'his' and 'hers' to 'theirs' and 'ours'. She sees the exciting ceremony in which they will be wed and the dress that will show everyone just who's day it is. She imagines the look in his eyes as they dance for the first time as a married couple knowing just how right it all feels and how excited they both are for the future to come.

As a female, I could go on and on with the 'symptoms' to this particular bug.

Now, this bug is healthy to an extent. Of course one wants to be excited for that day if it's in the cards down the road. There would be a serious issue if niether party were very excited by the idea.
As with all things, though, moderation must be taken into account with this excitement.

The marital impatient bug can be very dangerous in a relationship and pose a serious threat if taken too far.

It can be very easy for a gal to be swept away by all of the attractive and exciting attributes that go along with marriage. If she lets this daydreaming become an obsession and takes it too far, she will start to pressure her man into the idea.
There is no problem with dropping a hint or two, but if he is obviously not ready, there is only harm in pushing him.
As excited as the gal may be, she must step back and ask herself if she really wants him to propose out of guilt and pressure or out of his own will and exitement?

I've had this bug for about the last month or so. It has been a hard one for me to shake off this time around, but I must. I just witnessed how dentrimental this coercement can be to a relationship.

My roommate's girlfriend was a pusher from the first time we met her last October. Every time the 4 of us would be watching  tv and a proposal would happen, she would give him the puppy dog eyes and say something along the lines of, "Like that's ever going to happen..." This is obviously beyond the line of dropping hints. He told me she would do things like that all of the time. They have not yet been together a full year and she would not get off his back about it.
I could tell by the way she'd say it or the look in her eyes that she simply had the bug- that she had fallen head over heels in love with the idea of marriage and being proposed to.

My roommate buckled under the pressure. What's even worse was that he had been unemployed for about 2 months and had no significant amount of cash lying around to buy her a worthwhile engagement ring. Nonetheless, he proceeded and bought her what he could and proposed to her on New Years. She and he were both estatic in the moment and time went on.

Last night, his fiance not only broke off the engagement, but told him they needed to take a break.

She had flipped her lid over some trivial issue a few days ago and increasingly blew it out of proportion. She threw every deffense mechanism she could at him, trying to make him feel as bad as possible about himself.

Justin explained to me what had happened and showed me thier conversation that continued through text afterwards, desperate to know what he should do.

She told him she still loved him and wanted to make things work, but that they should try to start over as boyfriend and girlfriend- take the engagement off the table.

He's heartbroken, but he needs to step back and realize he's in the same position. He had admitted to me a few weeks ago that he wasn't ready for this step in their relationship and that he wished she could have been patient enough for him to come around first. She was obviously not ready either, and the reality of the position they were in became consuming to the point of asphyxiation. She now realizes they weren't ready for that step.
I only hope they can successfully "start over" and maybe one day become engaged in the right way for the right reasons.
There is still a large if in that. Forcing this big of a step on an unprepared couple only adds unnecessary stress on the relationship.
I hope that they are able to make things right.

As of right now, this all may have happened in my home, but I'm thankful it was not to my relationship. As excited as I am to marry Denver one day, it has to be once we are both ready. Only then can it be as perfect as I'm imagining.

I just need to learn to truely be patient, even though I will always be excited. This has been and will be a trying feat, but a necessary one.

Denver explained to me a few nights ago that it's not that he's not emotionally prepared to make that commitment to me, but that he wants to be able to offer more when that time comes. He wants to create something he can be proud of rather than look back and think of what he could have done better had we taken the time to wait.

So. Here I am. Waiting. Telling myself to be patient, but still completely bitten by that bug.. I'm working on it, day by day.

I love him entirely.
He's worth it.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Run

Run.
Run.
Run.
Faster.
Faster.
Not fast enough.

Whenever I am, for a lack of a better word, "frazzled," I just have to run sometimes. Normally I'm a talker. I'll call my sister or my mother and just vent to get off my chest what's bringing me down.
There are those situations, though, where words will not do my inner frustration justice- when I know attempting to talk about it will only stir more confusion and frustration so there's no point in bothering.

It's situations like these that just get my heart pounding.
Everything in me is unsettled.

I could cry.
I could scream.
I could sleep.
Anything to distract from the frustration.

Running is always the best cure for claustrophobic times like these.

I'm not a good runner, to say the least. I'm sure my technique is all sorts of wrong and clumsy and graceless.
I have a heart condition that doesn’t take well to running- a lot of the times, especially when I’m upset.
But this only fuels the growing flame of aggravation in my chest.

So I run farther.
I run harder.

I run until all my brain can comprehend is thirst and exhaustion.

This temporary numbing is peaceful.

It releases the tension my muscles have collected.
It forgets the nonsensical anger my imagination has created.
It brings me back to reality where I can see how great of a life I have.

It’s a natural high that at the same time is grounding.

Run
Run
Keep running
Just a little farther
Just a bit harder
This, you can do
This, makes sense

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Tax Refund- Whatever shall I do with you?

So- I just got my tax refund back (Unlike Denver, who's owing this year *snicker, snicker*).

This was the first year my pops had handed me my tax information and wished me good luck with advice to go to Taxact.com.

I left all of my information to rot for weeks. It just sat in my apartment, waiting to be revealed for the extra dough it would soon add to my bank account.

On Easter Sunday, Denver and I went to his mother's house for MoNkEy BrEaD GeNeRaL cOnFeReNcE. This is a splendid tradition where she makes monkey bread cinnamon buns for breakfast during each general conference. (It's gotten us to attend the last two sessions, so no need to explain how tastey they are.)
 We also went for his mom to help him with (do) his taxes.
By the time they had finished, they had discerned that my lovely boyfriend owes a fine sum of cash to our government thanks to a payroll mistake from Discover Card (his work).
Afterwards, Mama Jensen offered to help me (do) my taxes. (I brought all of my information just in case this opportunity might come up :).
I recieved money back from my federal, state, and from my school tuition from '09. Each time a new green number popped up for my refund she and I would both squeal in excitement. It was cute.
I agreed to take her out to Cafe Rio using my new fortune to thank her for helping me.

So- I suddenly just recieved a month's worth of pay- easy as that. It was a great day.. Not to take away form the holiday and meaning of it- but it was a nice bonus! :)

The question is now- what should I do with it!?

I have had a few tempting ideas:

1) An awesome new camera? I love photography and would love to expand my skill set with a great camera. I've been following a blog recently: NieNieDialogues -She won Best Inspirational Blog of 2010 in City Weekly- check it out. :) She happens to use this camera and I am thinking it would be perfect for what I want. It's abruptly 700-800 dollars.
2)The amazing new iPAd?! Kim just got one of these, and it is SO cool! It has the internet with any apps you want to download and a bunch of awesome features. I could even use it to house my photography portfolio if I choose to advance in that someday. I would want to get the one with the most memory space, so it would be around 700 dollars.

3) save... Everybody says save, and I too know that's what I should do. I tend to save pretty well anywho- I have more money in savings right now than I've ever had before- plus like another 2,000 on top of that. I would like a decent wedding/honeymoon/house/yard one day- so it'd probably be wise of my to just stash it for later. (But where's the fun in that!?)


What do you guys think? I asked this on Facebook as well and the majority has ruled "Save!" but we'll see what the blog world has to say. (I'm sure it'll be the same, boring, wise results. :)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Denver & Carrie's Two Year Anniversary!

April 10th, 2008, is when I consider Denver and my's initial starting point. I can't say that's when we started dating, but saying any date later than that just isn't right.

The classic picture I use all the time of him and I in 10th grade is largely what I have to thank for the amazing relationship I share with him today. We were good friends all through our sophomore year, but I had never considered him as more. Our sense of humor is so extremely compatible that I have now idea why I never saw the connection between us before this picture.
This picture was taken during the last week of our sophomore when we and his best friend, Clint Savage, were wandering around the school. For the next few days, all I could do was stare at that picture, awed by the newly unvieled potential I saw in the apparent happiness in both our faces.

A few days after that picture was taken, he and I went on a classic movie date to X Men 3 and we had a blast. The next day he told me he wanted something more serious with me, and believe it or not, I turned him down. I was in no mind set for a relationship. I was only interested in casual dating. I'd crushed his attempt, and we didn't speak for another year and a half.

I had seen him in the beginning of our senior year walking down the hall holding another girl's hand and I was happy he was happy with someone else. I remember finding it quite cute and was taken back to the memories of the friendship he and I had shared what seemed like ages ago.

During our second semester of senior year Denver and I were transferred to the same seminary class. It was our second period, but technically his first for the day. (he had 'work release' in the morning so he could sleep in.) Nedless to say, he often used seminary as more time to sleep in. When he did come, he was generally late or he'd try to sleep though class. (The boy loves his sleep!). We never really spoke to each other in there until one day when I was late and I was forced to sit in the last desk available, which was right in front of him. As I sat down I had smashed both his & mine's fingers in between the desks pretty good. This was the ice breaker.
After that day, we always sat by each other, joking with each other just as we did in 10th grade. He started to come to every class and our friendship was back on the rise. (I am probably the only reason he graduated from seminary, haha!)

I had noticed that his girlfriend also had seminary the same period, just not in our class, and every day we would step out of our classroom, it was as if he did not know me. At first this was odd to me and it eventually it grew to be quite annoying.

I had matured a lot since our friendship in 10th grade and felt there was a potential for something greater. But not only was he in a relationship, I was planning on moving to Philly to live with Marcy after graduating and he was planning on joining the marines. (We both had such drastic plans simply because we were ready for something new and exciting.) I had quite the crush on Denver and it only seemed to grow with each class.

One day, I brought a friend of mine to our seminary class because I was so frustrated with the entire situation. She happened to be good friends with Denver, his girlfriend, and me- so she was my grounding reality reminding me to get over him. I text her throughout the entire class saying, "I just want one more chance with him! Just one more date before I move to the other side of the country!" I decided that day that I was giving up. That I was to the point where I couldn't stand settling for just being friends with him any longer because something inside of me wanted to grab his face and kiss him. I didn't understand the feelings consuming me. All I knew was that I couldn't act on them, so I was done. The day was April 10th, 2008.

Later that night, Denver called me.

I was in the middle of madrigal initiations and couldn't talk right then, but I could tell something was on his mind, so I promised him as soon as I could get alone, I would call him back. Once I was able to return his call (2 hours later...) I asked him what was going on. I could tell he wasn't comfortable with what he was about to say. He started with, "Carrie, there's no easy way to say this, so I am just going to be blunt. I am never going to be satisfied with just being friends with you. I want one more chance before we graduate."

I was so suprised, I couldn't form words to say back. I eventually asked about his girlfriend and he explained that they were falling apart for months, that she was completely wrong for him and that he planned on breaking up with her months earlier, but that she had prematurely bought a prom dress intending to go with him, and he didn't have it in him to break up with her before she could wear it.

I asked him if he was sure, reminding him that I would be moving in two months, and he said, "Carrie, I'm willing to give up anything and everything just to see what could happen in two months. I've never been so sure about anything in my life. I still remember the first day of high school when I saw you walked into Wessman's class and thinking, 'wow'. I've wanted this chance since I was 15 years old, Carrie."

He literally repeated everthing I had texted to Kristen earlier that same day, and then some. I was so taken back I asked him if he had read my texts to her, which thoroughly confused him.

All I could say was yes, reassuring him that I felt the same way. It was astonishing how on the same exact page we were.


There was a process to go through from that point to get to where we are now, but I'd be lying if I were to say our relationship began any later than that phone call.

I knew then that I loved Denver Jensen.

I never knew I could love someone as much as I love him today.

I tend to hold hollywood romance expectations, and Denver lives up to those expectations every day. I never thought I would be so lucky, but I am.

And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
Happy two year anniversary, Den.

I love you!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Finally, Pictures of Rosco!

Doesn't he look like a doll?This is Rosco- Denver's and my 7 week old husky/mini aussie mix.
We absolutely adore him.



He's not sure how to feel about moving vehicles yet.
Yes, he is falling off the step. His arm got stuck in the crevase, silly thing. haha- he wasn't injured, by the way.

You can't tell me he's not adorable-


I love the T on his chest.







Yes, he is biting me... Need to cut that behavior out early. :)