Well hi there!

Here we go.

Graduation is only a few weeks away.  Balls.

Really, that's a good balls.  I mean, we finally get to really live.  We'll actually EARN money instead of hemorrhaging it with loans.  We'll get to sprint away from this town and ward (which is really my exciting point).  We'll be closer to family!  I miss that.  Being with family I mean.

This journey has been, what's the phrase?  Ah yes, cruel and unusual hell.  Ok, perhaps not that bad but its sure had its moments.

I think I'm getting ahead of myself though.  We'll start with who we are.

DrH rejoicing in the fact that we didn't get stranded in the middle of Wyoming

First there's DrH, also known as Matt.  He's a down home Idaho boy who has been involved with medicine since he was really young.  Since he was 12 his dream has been to be a radiologist in his home town.  Sometimes dreams don't work out so well.  He graduated from BYU in 2009 with a B.S. in Bio Chem and three minors (computer science, business, and Japanese).  You might think that he's kind of nerdy but you're wrong.  He's not just kind of nerdy, he's the King High Puhbah of the nerds.  This by the way, is his preferred term (lest you think I'm just being mean).  He also served a 2 year church mission to Tokyo Japan.  This resulted in my making a promise to learn Japanese.  Thus far, I'm untrustworthy.

Me as Mrs. MacAfee in Bye Bye Birdie

Then there's me.  I graduated from Mercyhurst University in Interior Design.  It took a little longer than I wanted to get that stupid degree but I got it!  I used to be a theatre major but I just wasn't cut out for it.  Now I'm essentially a stay at home loafer.  Realistically I stay home and attempt to rehab our little house that we're putting up for sale very soon.  As in, by the end of the month.  I have a death wish.  I deal with extreme hypothyroidism which has just added the medical thing into yet another facet of our lives.  Upside?  My pills are a really pretty cerulean!

The Poch-tar in her Halloween Costume.  She loves it

Finally there's the dog, Pochi.  She's an expert in pooping, running, snoring loudly, looking silly, and chasing laser pointers.  With my hypothyroidism we've had troubles getting/staying pregnant so she's a little bit like my child.  I'm only steps away from dressing her in clothing...more frequently I mean.  For the record, she's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi who, because of the mismarkings on her back, is considered inferior.  Breed standards being what they are I guess.  Its ok though cuz she's a seriously awesome little Corg, even if her colors are a little off.

So here we are.  A small, rather weird little family about to embark on a new adventure!

Graduation in 48 days, 17 hours, 12 minutes, and 15 seconds.  But who's counting?  Eep!