Hottie Stats Boy & Ethel

Here's a good story for you.

There once was a girl named....well, let's change her name to keep her anonymous. We'll call her Ethel. There once was a girl named Ethel. Ethel really hated math. However, the University of Iow....well, let's change it to keep Ethel anonymous....the University of Hawkeyes required that all psychology majors take STATISTICS (duh duh duh <---scary music). So Ethel enrolled in (duh duh duh) STATISTICS.

Ethel was actively "involved" with someone who was the perfect boy, however, there was this boy that Ethel liked to call "Hottie Stats Boy" in her (duh duh duh) STATISTICS class. It made it all the worth while to go to class, even though she hated it. Why did SHE care what the probability of throwing a 6 was if you tossed a die 100 times?!

Anyway, Ethel really enjoyed "stalking" hottie stats boy, even though she was romantically involved with someone else. In fact, she would be very sneaky & liked to think of herself as a spy or a secret agent when she'd go on her semi-covert ops to find out things like "What is Hottie Stats Boy's real name?" There are numerous ways to go about finding this information....such as timing the delivery of her homework paper onto the pile at the exact moment AFTER he has laid his down (not an easy task considering the number of people in the section). After sorta-kinda seeing what his name was, Ethel was able to use her powers on "Stalker-Net" AKA the online university phone/email info that you can look up. Only problem was, there were 2 boys with the name(s) that Ethel thought might be Hottie Stats Boy's real name. So...then she decides to be a super sleuth and call 411 INFORMATION. Oh yeah, Ethel did. The only problem....? The boys with the similar names....BOTH lived on the SAME STREET. So...Ethel had to inconspicuously follow Hottie Stats Boy home from class one day to see where he lived. Then, she began taking walks by his house....just for exercise....

Anyway, long story short, Ethel thought Hottie Stats Boy was pretty cute....Ethel's romantically involved other thought that Ethel was crazy for stalking Hottie Stats Boy, but found her charades and escapades quite laughable and endearing. One day Ethel finally got up the courage to talk to Hottie Stats Boy in class...she mentioned that she noticed that he had missed a class. Hottie Stats Boy replied, "Oh....yeah....(in his dumbest voice ever)....I was sunbathing in my backyard & fell asleep."

UGH. Ethel was shocked. Why did he sound so....stupid?! Why had she broken the HOTTIE barrier by trying to communicate with him. Things were better between Ethel & Hottie Stats Boy before she began attempting to engage him in meaningful conversation. After he spoke those words...the affair was over. He just WASN'T as hot anymore to her.

So...live & learn my friends...live & learn....

Here's to 9 years!

Well, it seems crazy to even mention it, but on November 25th, Jake & I unofficially "celebrated" being "together" for 9 years. 9 years....that means, 9 years ago I was a sophomore in high school...naive, skinny (well, much skinnier than I am now...), boy crazy, and I've had lots of different hair-dos since then.

Little did I know that the boy I met at the National Catholic Youth Conference in Kansas City 9 Novembers ago would someday end up to be the love of my life, the one I'd marry, and the man I couldn't be more proud of for his sense of loyalty and duty to those in distress.

We spent our "anniversary" apart of course - he working the streets & me helping a friend address invitations for her wedding. Still, when I came downstairs at 5 AM the next morning to feed the dog, a bouquet of red roses and a card sat on the counter waiting for me.

*SIGH* The butterflies in your tummy feeling never gets old...