Be Careful With Your Words

Once upon a time in the wonder of a land called "Central Park Apartments" JJ and Nichole were fixing to make dinner after a long day of school work when they were disturbed by a shrieking-devil-of-a-noise. Only seconds revealed that the fire alarm had gone off! Stunned, they looked around for smoke and found none at all so proceeded to the lobby to find a crowd. They inquired with an outlying couple to find the cause of all the commotion was simply put--the opposite of a chef. Now, JJ laughed and smirked: "Wow, they must not know how to cook."(something like that anyway) For the next while they would walk by the "fire-alarm-setting-off-apartment"and smirk at the happenings: "How embarrassing that would be."

Time had passed and on a snowy Saturday morning JJ and Nichole decided to make eggs for breakfast. Chef JJ was finishing up toast and with a frying pan which had recently become free--he decided to fry some cheese. (Yeah, you read that right--fry some cheese.) He sprinkled shredded cheddar cheese on the frying pan and watched it turn golden and crispy. Proud of himself, he lifted the pan to show his wonderful, understanding, and oh-so-intelligent wife when the unthinkable happened. That shrieking-devil-of-a-noise happened. His face turned an endearing shade of red and the two of them panicked to stop the alarm before the whole building was woken up on such a peaceful morning. Nichole, being as smart as she is, grabbed a near-by towel and shook it in front of the smoke detector. The shrieking-devil-of-a-noise stopped and luckily did not catch on to the rest of the building. (PHEW... we dodged a bullet there.) To be safe, they took turns shaking the towel and eating for the remainder of the mentioned meal. JJ vows never to fry cheese in this building again.

What is the moral of this story? You decide.

Can't Win...Or Can I? ;)

I hate folding laundry! With. A. Passion. 

However, you know what I hate more? 

Not folding it day after day after day until my sweet husband does it. 

What kind of lazy brat am I?! 

Why can't the laundry just do its darn rotten self--Lightbulb.

Children. 

This is why people have CHILDREN. I could not think of a reasonable answer before. (jk) Seriously though, You have children. Children="do-these-chores-or-you-get-nothing-but-misery." I could probably get used to that. Yeah, I could definitely live with that.

The Little Things

JJ titled this blog.

I'm only writing this one so I don't fall out of the habit of blogging. Also, I know my parents, my sisters, along with JJ's parents and siblings wouldn't mind knowing what our lives are like.

We live in a studio apartment that used to be a hotel. It's not a palace but we don't mind all that much. (Though we're dying to live somewhere else. :) It's got a main room for our little two-person sofa, portable closet, desk, bed, table, book shelf, and we even have a T.V.! Most (all) of the furniture came with the apartment and doesn't belong to us--but, that's just what we needed for now. Someday we'll have our own (donations are welcome ;). We. Have. The. Absolute. Tiniest. Kitchen. You. Have. Ever. Seen. Seriously. For those of you that got us lovely things like our Kitchen Aid, Rocket Blender, Pots and Pans--Rest assured they haven't been taken out of the box and/or they are under our bed. We find storage wherever we can. So, the kitchen--think fridge, microwave, two shelves, and a hot plate all in a "4x4" closet. :) JJ think he's "playing jenga" every time we have to cook or clean dishes. Our apartment is tiny. Most usually we are on campus until around dinner time anyway. I'd show you a picture if I felt like folding all of the clean laundry--which I don't. :)

I'm learning spanish! It's definitely my favorite and most challenging class this semester. Yes, I do study for it more than anatomy! I see a tutor every Tuesday, and of course my sweet husband helps tremendously! For those of you who don't know, my in-laws all speak/understand spanish for the most part! My mother-in-law, Patty, is from Mexico. JJ's dad speaks spanish too! JJ and his brother both served spanish-speaking missions, and I'm pretty sure his sister, Christina, understands/speaks some. Learning spanish is important to me and I want my children to grow up bilingual. Did you know that within just 50 years spanish is expected to be the first language of 50% of americans?!

Just a wild guess but, I think Philosophy is JJ's favorite class this semester;). Except it isn't quite as difficult for him as spanish is for me. JJ is always reading out of the philosophy text book and he won't say these words--but he is ahead of most of his class. He keeps saying if it made any money he'd want to study it forever! You'll have to ask him more about it, he LOVES to talk about it ;).

WE get to go to HAWAII in april!! My parents bought us plane tickets! JJ's parents are letting us use their time share! We are so lucky! Excited! Anxious! AHH!! :)

Rock climbing. JJ is a huge rock climber. I am terrified of heights. Alas, I knew the time was coming when JJ's leg would be ready for climbing again and I'd be dragged along. To my surprise I found I liked it. I got a little bit higher every time, and eventually got to the top, and eventually finished a route. What an accomplishment that is! I just love the feeling of overcoming a fear and then turning around and mastering it! JJ is soooo good. I love to watch his monkey-self climb with so much ease--he has quite the talent! He volunteers at the Rock Wall so we get to climb for free whenever we want to! So this is of course our date-night activity.

Crazy Mikes. Rexburgians- if you get a free membership at Crazy Mike's movie rentals you get to rent a children's/family movie for free every monday! Another one of our cheap-o dates. We hardly ever miss a monday, and we almost always rent Shrek 2.

That's about it in a nut shell. We'll keep you updated of course with further happenings of our lovely life together. :)

Never Going to be Cool Like "Her"

...Always gonna be cool like me!

Stinkin stinkity stink!!!!!
I'm looking at all of these chicks blogs thinking "That's cute, I should make a cute blog too" one minute and then...
BAM!!!
I'm all... that's not as easy as it looks.
"#thischicksgotlotsoftimeonherhands" (Ref. at Christina).
Yep, it's true. I get stuck in this "comparemyselftoeveryotherchickoutthere" funk sometimes.
You know what though? I really want a pretty blog so I can blog about my pretty small yet pretty perfect family and everyone can see how pretty awesome we pretty are you PRETTY KNOW? Blogging is difficult.
Blogging hurts my brain.
Blogging is going down because Nichole Roskelley is going to blog the prettiest blog the blog world has ever seen. GOT IT?
So, here's what we need to do (by we I mean "I";) I need to summon my fourteen year old socially awkward internet adept self and re-surface her to fix up my blog all pretty and then bury her again because she is SO embarrassing. 

P.S. Elder Uchtdorf said this best:

"And yet we spend so much time and energy comparing ourselves to others—usually comparing our weaknesses to their strengths. This drives us to create expectations for ourselves that are impossible to meet. As a result, we never celebrate our good efforts because they seem to be less than what someone else does." -Dieter F. Uchtdorf "Forget Me Not"