The Life I Love to Figure Out

Lately, I've stopped feeling like I'm leading my life. Honestly, there's enough going on that I'm just "going with the flow". My future is so mind-boggling that the present is constantly just trying to catch up with its presence in my mind. Almost humorous, really.
My poor present. Sometimes it gets lost in the mix. I really want to write letters.. to my missionaries and my love. And I will.. I think. The thought just slips away once I start figuring out the future, instead of getting done. We'll see how that works out.

The most current occupation of my mind: ze invites!!! (: 

Want to see? 

This is almost entirely accurate/finished. And that's saying something. Put two incredibly picky/opinionated people like Michael and I together with the world wide web, millions of options, companies, formats, prices (gah!), and 300+ photos to choose from. It's just a recipe for nitpicking and overly extensive researching. But, hey. I figured it out.

Love the company. They're great. Love the invite, inserts, photos, colors, wordage, etc. And it will all be done soon. That's the best part. (insert sigh of relief)
As long as you're not a stalker internet reader that I don't know, you'll be seeing this soon. Do you like? (:

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Adventures of the past week, also known as Spring Break. A very relative concept to me... school-less as I am at current, but not a relative concept for Michael (who is very school-full..ha.. at this moment). He flew out Wednesday night (and my night I mean almost Thursday morning.. it's all good) and stayed for 11 days. 10 1/2.. whatever. I love him. And we had serious adventures. 

By adventures I mean car issues. 

Tuesday:

(Driving to St. G)

T: Should we fill up on gas here? We have about 1/4 tank.

M: Nah. We'll be fine/fill up later. 

(Later, M clicks button that tells you the mileage left on the current tank.)

Mileage: 18

T and M:  (0.o)   ...craaaaaaap.

(Racking moments where the mileage clicks down... 7..6..5....4..)

(Random exit of providence.. with a sign that says Gas: .7 miles ---->)

T and M: *high five* 4 miles left and only .7 to go. Score.

Not.

T and M drive down a lonely road towards nowhere (also known as Kanosh-more than .7 miles away) while the mileage clicks down.. 4...3...2...1...

T puts head between knees and refuses to watch as the mileage makes its final click to 0

T and M pray fiercely and stop breathing

Mazda continues.. somehow.. for another 4 miles in to nowhere (Kanosh) where the Sinclair awaits the no-longer-breathing T and M

We fill up on gas. 

T doesn't speak for about a half hour in shock. M laughs nervously for a half hour in shock. They survive. 

Later, the TPMS (Tire pressure monitor system) light turns on. T and M check the tires and decide to ignore it, that's normal for the Mazda and the tires are fine. They make it to St. G.

Wednesday: 

T and M want to hike Red Cliffs.

They drive to Red Cliffs, and don't make it. Mazda decides the TPMS was right, and has a flat tire.

Insert super macho M who changes the tire (with much difficulty... something about cranking, corroded tires, kicking said corroded tire harder than should be physically possible while T braces the other side of the car, finally getting tire off... etc.) 

T and M drive to nearest insurance provider for said tire.. because the tire is new. Like spanking new. Yay warranty.

Said insurance provider doesn't provide "roadside assistance" insurance and therefore doesn't owe Mazda a new tire. But they're nice and give us a used one to get to SLC (where we'd get a new one). 

T and M [try to] drive home.

TPMS turns on.

T: No. No. NO. *drives home anyway*

T and M arrive home to find the same tire flat [AGAIN]. 

T: *slight wimper*

M: *hits head against nearby car*

Thursday:

Insurance company comes to fix the tire. It has a leaky sealing, and is remedied. 

T and M really hope this is the end.

Frankly, so does the Mazda.

T and M attempt [again] to go hiking at Red Cliffs and have a good time.

T gets sweet scratches (well deserved).

M gets down the mountain a different way and wades through sharp rocks and deep chilly water to get back to T. 

It all works. 

Amidst the sadness and struggle, we still love each other. And we're getting married. (: 

But that was really lame to deal with. 

We discovered when T gets frustrated she breathes deep and hard and is silent. M laughs to relieve the tension, and tries to make T feel better. Sweet of him.

Both eat cookies and Doritos to relieve stress. 

(They were really good.)