Because I Love Stories

This is going to have to be a two-part update, since Blogger/Google is not uploading my photos of our recent activities and it's past my bedtime.

Anyway, Annika has been pulling out our old photo albums recently, mine and Mat's. I have two--one documents my trip to England in 1995 through my freshman year at BYU, the other covers the very tail end of freshman year and my first year living in Campus Plaza. Seeing those familiar faces from days of yore made me nostalgic, so I decided to use my friend Google to find these people. That didn't work so well, but then it dawned on me that we're all BYU alumni. Ha HA! BYU's Alumni directory was much more fruitful. I found people I haven't been able to trade life event stories with in eight plus years! (BTW, for those of you just described, I've been married for nearly seven years, we have two girls (4 & 2.5 years old), and my husband is finishing his master's in counseling.)

I've always been interested in people's life stories. Lately I've loved hearing about friends from college and what life has handed them. For instance, one of my friends works for the gov't and lived for THREE YEARS in the Middle East with his little family. How cool is that? Another lives in southern Utah and tests ground before houses are built on it. I imagine him with a giant drill bringing up core samples or something like that. And yet another friend of mine is Navy JAG (my mind leaps to the tv show first)--I'll bet there are some cool stories there, too, but I probably don't have the security clearance necessary to hear them. And how do I know about gov't security clearances? Because at one point, one of Mat's friends worked with a gov't contractor developing stuff he couldn't even tell us about. Another friend of mine just complete her master's in history and now is in a historical land preservation master's program (I think I have that right). Plus, she's raising Angora bunnies. And yet ANOTHER friend of mine has been living 20 minutes away from me for the past three years. When did I find this out? About six weeks ago when we randomly ran into each other at the same bookstore.

So what's the moral of this story? First, if I email out of the blue, I really do want to know what you've been up to for the past x number of years and I'm not just doing it for the shock value. Secondly, you should all start a blog! It's easier to keep up with people that way, or at least have people keep up with you without writing the same email over and over again. Thirdly, Mat's looking for a medical counseling position--if you know of any leads, please email us.

Oh wait. That should have been in the last post. :D

I'm grateful for the technology we have these days, that allows me to dig up and get reacquainted with people who were my favorite part of my college years. And that allows me to write ONE blog post that can easily be read by all the new friends I'm rediscovering, for if there's one tendency that I've always hated in myself, it is redundancy. And being a bad correspondent. But mostly redundancy.