Cemetery Flowers

About a month ago some new neighbors moved in the apartment below us. The family consists of a single mother and two cute little girls. The older daughter is in 4th grade and goes to an elementary school nearby so she rides the Aggie Shuttle home from school at the same time I do!

It has soon become a highlight of my day to ride the bus home with Catherine because she always has the most hilarious things to say. I don't know if you are familiar with the Junie B. Jones books but if I could tell you a person that was a real life form of Junie B...it would be Catherine. Sparing the details, from what she has told me, and what Marshall and I hear through the thin floor boards...Catharine's home life is far from peachy.

One day one of my friends and I made some mini-cheesecakes in little cupcake tins and I thought maybe my new neighbors downstairs would want some. On the bus ride home I told Catherine I would be stopping by that evening with a treat. She was pretty excited when I showed up. She started rambling about how her sister and mom don't like cheesecake so she would eat them all...I told her she better at least offer to them first :)

A few days later my husband came in from school with a bundle of fake flowers that were a little muddy-ish and said "these were on the porch...know where they came from?" I said I thought I had a pretty good idea. The next time I saw Catherine on the bus she asked me how I liked the flowers. I told her I loved them and that they were beautiful!

She seemed pleased with my response and said back to me, "well, it was like totally a coincidence because I was walking home from swimming lessons through the cemetery and I just saw those yellow flowers by a grave and thought, Caitlyn would LOVE those! They were a little muddy from being splashed by they bikes driving by so I just swished them in the gutter and actually they looked great!"

I hope whoever those flowers belonged to won't mind...I'm not in the mood to get haunted!! But I can proudly say the second time flowers have ever been given to me in my life were stolen from a dead person.

Spring Fever

All the best things happen in the spring time. Mothers day, Easter, MY BIRTHDAY, our anniversary, and the ever so awaited END OF WINTER. Don't get me wrong, snow is wonderful for sledding and beautiful around Christmas time, but that's about it. Marshall and I are getting a little bit cooped up in this little apartment of ours, and it's feeling a little less cozy and a little bit more like a jail cell. Especially with the white cinder block wall...

We got a blissful opportunity to play tennis...OUTSIDE yesterday!!! And boy was I grateful we took up the opportunity since it snowed today. I love my husband soooo much!! (just a cheesy side note). He got an Aggie Bike, they let college students rent them for free, and he is like a kid with a new Christmas toy on that thing. I thought about forcing him to wear a helmet since he keeps trying to do tricks, not because of the tricks really...just cause I think it would be hilarious to see him wear a helmet while he tinkers around campus...but then I decided a helmet wasn't worth sleeping on the couch...

Spring time makes me think about my home back in good ole' Rupert, Idaho. There's something about spring time in the country that makes me smile. I hear the birds and smell grass being cut for the first time, and I think of home. I remember when I was a kid, at least more kiddish than I am now...bolting through the fields behind my house, feeling like I had a new life because I didn't have to wear a coat for once in such a long long time. Sometimes I miss those kid days.

I guess in a rambling scrambling way I am just trying to say...I love Spring. I hope it decides to take a seat and stay awhile. Do me a favor and pray for no more snow with me!