Endless Love

I have been chastised for my lack of blogging lately.... My bad.
Life is going wonderfully, school is insane but awesome, I love my life.

One thing that I had not been looking forward to happens next Wednesday. March 21... yup that is my birffday. Don't get me wrong, I love parties, I just dislike having all that attention on me. Call me odd, but it just makes me feel like a selfish brat. I realize this is a huge double standard since I love to celebrate everyone else's birthdays. Get over it.
Turns out, as fate would have it, I was able to meet the love of my life. I've decided is my birthday gift to myself. Being 21 is going to be awesome with this sweet ride! Not only is having a truck awesome, but hanging out with my brother, customizing our trucks is awesome as well. (Ryan has a '94 F150, so our trucks are dang similar. It is so exciting!)

I have fallen in love. I'm committed.
Here's how it happened-
           Step 1: Save money.
           Step 2: Wait until Ryan (the all-knowing, deal-spotting, guru) comes to Idaho.
           Step 3: Stalk Craigslist continuously and drive all over East Idaho looking at glorious Fords.
           Step 4: Meet some awesome grandparents who don't know what is wrong with their seemingly awesome truck.
           Step 5: Bargain them down to half the asking price.
           Step 6: Buy that glorious Ford.
           Step 7: Spend a couple evenings in the shop with Ryan.
           Step 8: Have a perfect running truck for an absolute steal of a price.
           Step 9: All your wildest dreams come true.
           Step 10: Deck the crap out of that beauty.

I am now on step 10.
Long story short, I saved an insane amount of money. When I bought the truck, the tranny was in safe mode and their appeared to be a slight issue with the starter. We bought it for dang cheap, expecting to have to rebuild/replace the transmission. I am the luckiest, most blessed person on the planet, all of the time, so naturally all that turned out to be wrong was a big blown maxi fuse. I now have a glorious 1995 F150 with only 130,000 miles, and loads of potential. Incredible. Seriously, who gets that lucky?! This means that my truck budget is not even close to being maxed out, which means I'm going to have the sickest truck ever.

My plans:
- Take out the plastic bedliner and Monstaline the bed and rocker panels, grill, and light casing either black or charcoal
- Build the custom bumper for the front and rhinoline it and the rear bumper.
- Build the light rack and rhinoline it as well.
- Tint the windows to about 20%.
- Lift it a few inches and big bog tires tires (285s or 33s).
- Line the middle portion of the hood.
- Install a new stereo
- Have the best summer ever!

Basically it is going to be legit.... all white with black/charcoal accents.














I realize that very few females care about this. Call me a white-trash red-neck if you want, but I am so excited. It is funny to me to see who cares about trucks and who definitely does not. All I gotta say, is that come summertime when we are taking my lovely truck to play in the sunshine, you will probably start appreciating it more. Life is better with a truck.

Happiness.

I am pleased to announce to the internet void, that my life is far better in reality than in my dreams. Holy happiness! I feel as though this deserves a Hallelujah Chorus serenade or something of the sorts. While you are probably wondering as to what we can thank for this magnificent announcement, here it goes....

I have the weirdest dreams imaginable. No, I am not talking about dreams as in aspirations, I am talking about dreams as in sleepy time action. I have never learned about dream interpretations and such, so please let me know if there is anything imperative my dreams are trying to tell me.... Not a night goes by where I do not encounter some sort of 'bad-guy' who proceeds to do what 'bad-guys' do best, (murder, kidnap, punch, stab, etc). Although this is unpleasant during the night, I wake up ecstatic that my real life is far better than my dreams. That is such a happy thing. It makes me happy for each opportunity to start another day in my wonderful life. Midterms or no midterms, I'll take it!

My mind was completely consumed with thoughts of this nature during tonight's run. For over an hour up and down the hills of Rexburg all I could think about was how grateful I am to be living my life. I find this completely hilarious, since it has not been the happiest day, to say the least. I am grateful to be a naturally happy person, so I especially respect the people that have to work harder at being happy, you are much stronger than I am. My life is messy, happy, frustrating, habitual, disgruntled, entertaining, nearly impossible....but perfect all at the same time. I wouldn't give up this experience for anything.

Yes, you have probably concluded this posting is dumb, verging on psychotic. Most likely you are correct. Either way though, I hope we can all be grateful for each new day. I am not saying you have to leap out of bed with a perma-smile never feeling grouchy, but I am saying that perhaps realizing the immense love that God has for us to give us another day on this beautiful planet to live, learn, love, and grow will make us more apt to feeling good. Let's all feel good, do good, and be good.