Saturday, September 28, 2013

Fires and Flat Tires



Last week, Nik had to surrender his beloved computer to the Mac doctors. It kept shutting off or something. I'm not sure. 

One night, we had been doing homework together on the couch and out of the blue Nik would said sadly, "I just feel like a part of me is missing." We're crazy busy with school! We barely see each other! Of course it feels like a piece of him is missing! I scooched closer to him, and leaned in, ready to absorb the compliment and then he continued with, "Do you think the Mac store will call tomorrow?" 


Finally, he got the call that his second wife was fixed and all ready to come home. Nik was busy with work and school all day, and it was an online class day for me... So I couldn't really come up with a better excuse than, "I can't, these Project Runway episodes aren't going to watch themselves!"
Nik took the Jetta to school, and my plan was to walk to the school, pick up the car, and drive to Idaho Falls to get the computer. 

I had not thought this plan through. I forgot about the box. 

The iMac's needs to be transported in this obnoxiously large box. This box took up half of the space of our car when we moved. 

I had to carry this box the size of myself to campus. 


It looked like I was lugging an iMac to campus for my school work. Then the powerful Rexburg wind would lift the box into the air, and then I was the girl wrangling a computer box with the wind. People stopped, the gawked, the questioned if I needed help. 

But then Nik and his computer we're reunited and all was rightin the(ir) world. 

...Until we realized I had forgotten to put air in the tire before I drove. Nik was responsible for putting on the spare, and now we have a set of four new tires. 


This week I also was Nik's assistant for a lofty graphic design assignment. 


He had to make an unexpected type. Unlike a normal student, Nik couldn't just take something in the kitchen and make letters. This particular night, we were using food coloring in water. 

It took like four hours. My assistance was exchanged for a sampling of Nik's ice cream. 

Unluckily for him, I only eat out all the mini Reeses. 
The  project didn't even work. The only thing we accomplished was using all my food coloring that I probably would have used at some point, if I actually liked colored baked goods. But still, I like having a prepared kitchen, even for things I never plan on making. 

Thursday night, our apartment greeted me with an annoying chirping, resulted from the smoke detector being disabled...and then a small hint of smoke...and no sign of Nik...

Apparently, hand sanitizer lit on fire makes an exciting unexpected type. 

I don't know if Nik was a pyro before LA or after five months of hanging out with firefighters. 




Something that has made me happy is walking into scenes like this: 


I love finding make-shift studios around our house. 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Two Weeks Down


Does time move slower in Idaho? These past two weeks have sucked the life out of us. Between the unpacking our storage unit, hauling it up to our 3rd floor apartment (Nik-the-large-furniture-moving-husband hates every. single. stair.) and the (should be) Olympic sport of furnishing an entire apartment in a week we're pooped. 

Exhausting furniture shopping provides a prime mood to test out couches. (We ended up buying this one.) 

And then we had to start school. Our school supplies had to be dusted off. Nik hasn't been in school since Fall 2012, and jumped back in with very project heavy classes (aka time consumers), is working for the school's AV team, while maintaining weekends packed with freelance. Meanwhile, my (new!) job doesn't start until next week, and two of my classes are online. Half the time Nik comes home panting from exhaustion (third story apartment) to discover me lounging on the couch on my computer. I always have to clarify, "I swear, it's not what it looks like.. I've been working hard all day on my online classes." 

 I can't believe it's taken me seven semesters to jump onboard the online classes train. For instance: Below is my Tuesday/Thursday outfit. Sold. Bonus: They also require a lot of participation to help achieve the "classroom group discussion" feel, and you can literally feel the mandatory-ness of it radiating from the screen. Something about trying to spice the group discussion boards with wit and enthusiasm brings me a lot of satisfaction. (I should probably pick up some sort of hobby.)


Our apartment is on its way to being completed. Mainly, because Nik is my personal furniture assembler, picture frame hanger, and heavy lifter. 

"I didn't do any of this!"

Presently, outside of my bland online group discussion boards, a large source of happiness is coming from the fact that my little sister has begun her freshman year here. 


We are taking a religion class together, and I cannot describe how good it feels to look over to her to when someone says something hilarious or uncomfortable. Or both. All we have to do is exchange a look, and know exactly what the other person is thinking. It's like the passing notes in middle school. 

The first day in our class, I had to haul it quickly up a hill from my previous class to get there on time. Rexburg is in that awesome transition into Fall, where it's like thirty degrees in the morning, and then eighty in the afternoon. By the time I arrived to class, I was sweating and parched. Upon entering the classroom, I walked up to Lauren and asked, "Hey, can I see your water bottle?" and then proceeded to drink out of it. Some guy sitting next to us, assuming we were just classmates, gawked "Oh my gosh, you're just going to drink out of her water bottle?" Neither of us responded.

Permanent library study buddy.

Showing Rexburg off to Lauren has been one of my favorite parts of being back. For three years, this had been my town. The town in which I took my first step into adulthood, met and fell in love with my husband, and started our little family unit of two in... And now I get to share it with my baby sister! It feels so good.

Also, it's extremely amusing to watch guys check her out on campus and her show complete disinterest. Including our horrified water bottle classmate. 



Sunday, September 15, 2013

Making Our Way Back

Nik's position with the county ended August 30th, and our housing contract in Idaho didn't start until September 9th. So we had almost two weeks of limbo. We drove up north to spend a few days in the Bay. 

Driving through central California our phones began buzzing and beeping furiously with Emergency Alerts. 

We did not take them seriously. 


And then out of nowhere in Bakersfield the sky sobbed. 



While at home my catch phrase was, "These are my people," whenever my family would make the type of decisions that I always do. 

For example, Nik is not impressed by my habit to live by the motto 'early to bed.' As ten o'clock swoops in, he'll hear the sound of me brushing my teeth and gasp, "Are you serious?!" 

At the Barnard house, when ten o'clock rolled in shuffling feet in pajamas and sinks running water for face washing and teeth brushing echoed in the house. Confused Nik asked, "You guys aren't seriously going to bed right now." Yes we were. These are my kinda people!

And then this happened:


Lauren and I wearing the exact same pants (including size), purchased independently. 

In the week spent at San Ramon, we filled it with typical activities:


There was cat snuggling. 



And lots of hikes to get my needed dosage of green, tree lined hills. 


Beach attendance. 


A trip to the city, including a scramble to watch Dad compete in some corporate race with thousands of people to potentially trample us. 


The third wheel. (Nik, not Lauren.)


At 4 A.M. on Friday morning (one of us went to bed early) we hopped in our beloved Jetta and headed out to Utah. 

A massive fire left sky smokey all through the Tahoe area, creating a stunning sunrise and filling our car with a scent that made both of us nostalgic for camping. (Or in my case, s'mores or Dutch oven cake. Whichever.)

In Utah, Nik dropped me off at my sister's house for a girls' night but I spent the night with Kate Middleton instead:


For our last location, we headed up to Logan to spend the night at Nik's grandma's house. At this point, I was a big whiner and was done with constantly packing and keeping everything in our Jetta. 

BUT then we finally made it to Idaho! And all the hours driving through heinous Nevada, frustrating moments searching through our tiny car for clean clothes, and constant unpacking and packing were worth it:


Because THIS is the view from our bedroom window in our new apartment. 





Friday, September 6, 2013

Ending LA With a Bang

We went out with a bang:


This is the second time this has happened to me. 

I wish I were kidding. 

Craving a warm, crusty bread to accompany our dinner I decided to test out a recipe one of friends had made. The recipe required water to be poured into a broiler pan, but our broiler pan is in a drawer at the bottom of the oven. (It is a gas oven.) So I placed a Pyrex in with the pizza stone. (Idiot.) The second the water hit the 450 degree Pyrex pan it exploded. 

I don't know which is luckier: the fact that this has happened to me twice and I have both eyes, or that there were two other rising loaves that could be baked after glass shards were cleaned out of oven. 

In actuality we didn't really leave with an exciting whirlwind of events. We had completed four months of fun, and between packing we just wanted a relaxed week. 


One of my favorite tricks my sister-in-law showed me: LA libraries have an insanely large amount of DVDs. It's like Redbox but free. Basically, by paying taxes we have a much better Netflix subscription. 


I saw two of these faux-J. Crews while in LA. And I cannot find someone to appreciate it as much as me! It's not like we were in Chinatown or something... These were in regular malls. 


We can't wait to (hopefully) move back.