Brother Brigham

This is what Steve and I did last night: Played Uno, ate M&Ms, talked, laughed, and most importantly, visited Brother Brigham. Brother Brigham is the beloved anematronic Brigham Young that lives in the Crabtree. He is my greatest friend and ally. Steve was pretty freaked out, especially by the space where an eye should be that you can look into and see his wirey brain. I hope he warms up to him some day.














I know I'm making a weird face in this one, but I just wanted y'all to see just how much taller he is than me! Crazy.

Magical Powers

It's funny what magical powers sleep can have on me. As posted before, the start of my week left me feeling really weird. Monday afternoon/night turned into a complete melt down, and I couldn't pin what was wrong. But after a delightfully long nap yesterday, and an early to bed night, I'm feeling so much better. It might take another night or two of real sleep, but I think I'll make it to real human status. I like normal Julie much better than emotionally out of whack Julie. And a special sorry to all those who fell victim to my sleep-deprived antics!

Non-rested:
















Yes-rested:

Today I finished my last lecture of PE, and I am done! Even though I loved that class, I feel so free! The sun is shining, I took about a 3 hour nap in memorial hall, my homework doesn't look very menacing... things are good.

Quest-qui se passe?

Maybe it's the lack of sleep I'm suffering from, but life seems a little...odd. Not bad, not too crazy, not anything in particular accept a little off-kilter maybe? I can't seem to put my finger on it either. No sleep, that's a big one, but is school causing trouble? Not really, two of my block classes end this week; I'm stoked! Sure it's hectic at times, but nothing out of the ordinary. Is it family? Nope, they're great as always, love talking to them, love expounding on my life with them, no drama, again, nothing too out of the ordinary. Friends? I don't think so, we're all as tiggity tight as always. BF? Maybe. Still getting used to the whole thing and finding a balance, but if anything it's turning things in an upward direction. Church, perhaps? I'm doing my best to do all the things I should. Of course there's always compassionate service to be done, but I can't save the world in one day, can I? I have fun things to look forward to, I'm eating good meals, taking my multi-vitamins, going to work like a good kid, playing enough, studying enough... I can't figure it out. This all could be a momentary feeling, and may just as well blow over in a few hours, but that absence of surety is getting to me. I should just listen to some John Mayer and let his bluesy music heal my soul. Any other suggestions? Any other ideas on what could be the cause of my off-kilter vibes?

A Whole New Race

Last night Steve stole me away to the Crabtree... kind of odd to be at work not between the hours of 5 and 8:30 AM, but whateves. He said he had a surprise for me, and onto the first floor we went. Into the innovation lab we went. Behind some rolling white boards we went. And the surprise: electric wheel chairs! They used to live on the 3rd floor, so I am well acquainted with these dang hard to clean chairs. But riding them made me forgive that flaw. Steve and I raced around the lab a few laps. I beat him literally by one second during time trials. HA! Anywho, the surprise was delightful, and I can't wait to see that cute boy again tonight!

The Plate Theory

A few nights ago, Wistie was explaining to Barbara Steve and I the plate theory. She says that when you give a boy a plate of cookies, you can either give them to him on:
a paper plate. The boy is.. all right, but no muss no fuss over the plate.
a plastic plate. The boy is a good friend. He can wash it if he wants to reuse it, but he can chuck it just the same. Or...
a glass plate. The boy is a keeper. For this step, there are several opportunities available. You either have a chance to go back and get it to see him again, or he can bring it by to see you again. With this, he can either give it back dirty, give it back clean, or give it back with something else on it.
Very nice theory, I think.

Yesterday I thought I would be so clever and cute. I made a little plate of cookies on a nice china plate, wrote a little note, and had John Deere leave it on Steve's bed. He called later that afternoon to thank me for the cookies, and say he was glad he's a glass plate guy. When he came to visit that night, he brought back a plate, but I took one look at it and laughed that it wasn't ours. He seemed flustered, and ran out the door to get the right one. I thought it was so funny that he could have mistaken the two because they were completely different. But like two seconds later, he comes back with the right plate, Saran wrapped with cookies and a little note of his own. I about died because I thought it was so sweet, and he was so silly.

And that is my story.

You a Real Tank

I just had thEEEEE best Valentines Day ever! Here's how it went...
Got up and did laundry. (clean clothes are a plus no matter what day it is)
Babysat the cutest boy this side of the Virgin River. Jack was smiley and adorable when awake, and peaceful and cute when asleep, which was almost the whole time. Scotty came and kept me company for some of the time, and his presence is always appreciated. And Jack's lovely mommy and daddy gave me a delicious piece of cake!
I took a short nap. =)
(This is when it starts getting real good.)
Steve and I went on a date. We stole Amanda's car and got some Peir 49 pizza and some A&W rootbeer, drove up to the temple, and enjoyed the food and the view. Lovely conversation, some hand holding, and we watched some deer jaunt up and down missionary field. It was so fun, and Steve was so sweet and thoughtful. We left just in time to get ready for...
The Love Refugee party! Only a few people showed up: Alicia, Sarah, Barbarah, and a dash of pirates. That's just the way I like it, small and super fun. We played Ziggity, and Conga, then watched Zoolander. I forgot how much I love that movie!
The party ended and the guests left. But my precence was requested shortly after the party so I could enjoy a small surprise.
Steve and I then stole Will's car, we drove up to the well-lit Wilk Parking lot, and had Martinelli's in mason jars (a trademark of good old Steve). We chatted, watched some people do donuts, and came home. But here's the real kicker...
As Steve was walking me back to my door, he beckoned me over, and gave me the cutest Valentine's day kiss... so magical...
All in all, I believe I'm on cloud 9, and I'm loving it!

I love playing the wii. That is all.

Fun Night

Just a taste of what we did last night...











I believe your imagination can do the rest.

It was way fun!

Tim Pics

For more info on these, look at the album on my facebook. Otherwise, enjoy these great pictures that Tim was nice enough to send me. =)

50 random things

There's a rash of "25 random things" going around of Facebook, so I started and couldn't stop. Y'all get the extended version. Enjoy!
~My biggest pet peeve is when people leave leftover time on the microwave
~I love knowing what time it is, and if drives me crazy if I’m not able to find out
~My favorite dessert is white chocolate mousse frozen yogurt from TCBY
~I love art supplies
~I’ve had 5 surgeries
~The above is because I was born with a cleft lip
~The above caused me to have no sense of smell
~I love the outdoors
~One of my favorite places in the world is the BYU duck pond/ “rape hill”
~I love doing jigsaw puzzles
~My favorite number is 12
~I’m glad my roommates and I play dress up often
~I wrote my Hungarian missionary Tim about twice a month
~I love driving through the desert at night so I can see the stars
~I think India Indian people are beautiful
~I like it when boys say I smell good
~It touches me deeply when my two older sisters call to check up on me when I’m having a hard day
~My first thought when asked the question “what was your best day” was when my mom and I spent the day together at Downtown Disney
~I love running, but I lack motivation
~I wish I could wear a Mohawk more often than Halloween and not be judged for it
~A line from the song Fix You by Coldplay secretly makes me cry. “When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?” I don’t ever want someone to think they’re wasting their love on me
~Ping pong is my very favorite game. Tim and I once played for 5 hours straight
~I secretly sing Christmas songs all year round because I think they’re pretty
~I’ve only ever broken up with someone once because we didn’t like each other anymore. The other times were because they moved away
~I am deathly afraid of talking to my professors
~I love being a big sister
~I wish I could do the “smoky eyes” makeup
~I hate sports drinks: Gatorade, Propel, Vitamin Water, etc…
~My sandwich holder was the greatest investment ever
~I love the arts, and feeling cultured
~Utah Mormon culture drives me insane!
~I love singing in Church, but I hope I never turn into the “resident soprano”
~I feel extremely intimidated by popular people
~I like being called nicknames and pet names: Jules, Sweetheart, my cute Julie Chatfield!, Julikins, kins, my dear, silly girl, Ju Ju, Julie Bean, Sunshine, Honey… the list goes on and on
~The worst time in my life really did end up being good for me
~Sometimes when I watch movies or plays, I think of ways I would change it if I were acting or directing it
~I love going dancing
~I can never go country dancing again because I judge everyone there
~I love love love having warm toes
~One of my few guilty pleasures is postsecret
~Someday I want the ring my mom gave me to be my engagement ring or wedding band
~I am shamelessly addicted to facebook
~Peanut butter is one of my greatest loves
~I am a music snob when it comes to church related music
~I am very good at hiding how I feel
~I wish I had strong fingernails like my mom
~If I could change one thing about my appearance, I would have hot legs
~Someday I want to be serenaded from outside my window
~I love laughing so hard that I cry, then enjoying that satisfied tired feeling afterwards

Sok Szeretettel

I got a letter from Tim today, and it was woooonderful.... siiigh.... But the most exciting part is the envelope also had PICTURES in it! I haven't seen new pictures of him in over a year, so it's pretty fun to see how his man face is coming along. I'll prolly scan and post them tomorrow. Leesa had a great idea that next time I get a letter from him, we should tape it so that some day he can see how excited I am to get them.

I also got a letter from Ben Bird today, and he is soooo great! I love that cousin o' mine!

I shall end with these immortal words...
Love me tender, love me sweet
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete
And I love you so.
Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfilled.
For, my darling, I love you
And I always will...