Setting Goals.

Goals for after graduation (which is in 40 days, by the way):

Start yoga. 
Start running. 
Find a job I love.
 Make a difference. 
Spend way more time with my husband with way less worry about school. 

There.  If I say it outloud, now it must be done.

...to be continued.

Clinicals in Rehab.

This week I got the opportunity to do a clinical at a rehab and detox center.  Woah, that was an incredible experience.  I saw things from the eyes of an addict and it was such an eye opening experience.  There were moments when I cried, moments when I laughed, moments when I was afraid, moments when I hopeful, moments when I felt discouraged, and lots and lots and lots of moments when I truly was touched emotionally.  

As a student nurse, I was able to sit in on their group therapy sessions and the things these patients were sharing was such an “aha” moment for me.   I’ve blogged before that my dad was an addict.  He was an addict for several years.  For my whole life I’ve heard stories about drugs and addiction from the sober eyes.  Stories of how drugs affected the life of my mom, my siblings, my grandparents etc.  Not once did I hear stories from my dad, the addict himself. 

So, when I was able to hear these stories at rehab it was such an incredible experience for me.  The reasoning for starting drugs,  the reasons for trying to detox, the effects of their family life, the way they got the drugs, the way they found a dealer, etc.  These people shared their most intimate details about their addiction with me.  It wasn’t only therapeutic for them, but so very therapeutic for me. 

Addiction is a scary thing for me.  I worry about my children being affected by addiction,  my husband, my siblings, my parents, and myself.  Anyone can be affected.  Everyone can be affected.  I saw patients of all ages, young, old, teenagers, mothers, fathers, rich, poor, successful, not successful. Anyone.  

It was such an experience.  Super emotional.  Super inspiring.  Super insightful.   And I still can’t stop thinking about it.  I pray the patients I met make it out of the rehab unit and I pray they never go back to their way of life.  But, that’s something they will have to continue to work at every single day.  Every day.  And I admire them so very much for just taking the first step, despite how absolutely difficult it must be.

Keep going.  Keep trying.  Don’t ever give up.
Beat it. Win it. 
Amen.

Heaven at City Creek.

For those of you who live in Utah: ever been to Lush in City Creek? Oh my lanta. It's like Bath and Body Works x 100. They make all their own soaps, shampoos, body wash, tooth paste, bubble baths and...my most favorite of all...massage bars. We bought one. Wanted to buy one million.

Side Note: The other night I went grocery shopping. And, because I'm very stubborn, I refused to make two trips from car back to apartment. So, I attempted to carry allllllll the groceries in one hand. And then I dropped my keys so I bent down with all those groceries on one side of my body and, what do you know, I tweaked my back.

So, my cute Caden rubbed my shoulders last night before bed with our new massage bar. Holy heaven. The smells coming from the bar, the warm icy-hot-feeling it left, my cute husband pampering me--that's what heaven is like. When I picture heaven, it's smothered in massage bars and Caden. ....and hamburgers.

Moral of the story: go to Lush. Get a massage bar. Make your husband/boyfriend/neighbor/friend/dad/mom/stranger from the bar rub your down. It's mind blowing.

Typing From Home.

I’m typing this post from our brand new laptop.   Exciting news.   This was our first big purchase together as husband and wife, and I would say we did pretty dang good.   Caden usually picks one he likes and I usually say “Perfect.  Lets get it.”  And that’s how we make choices.   Where he is strong, I am weak.  Where I am strong, he is weak.  We compliment each other well.  For instance, I’m horrible at technology.  All I know is if its pretty or if I’m able to facebook/blog/email from it.   Caden isn’t the greatest at decorating.  So, he buys something and I make it pretty.   It works out well.

Today I had the entire day off to study.  Guess what I did.   Everything EXCEPT study.   We cleaned our apartment, I officially changed my name, we made dinner, baked some cookies, vacuumed my car, visited my mom, played with her puppy, etc.   Around 9pm I decided to study, just for a few hours until our midnight showing of Permethius.   Guess I can’t be upset if I don’t do well on my test.  I had every chance in the world to study.   The test is on mood disorders and schizophrenia.  How hard can that be?  

Am I right?   J

Celebration.

Im blaming our no blog posts on our new internet.  But, we are alive!  And we are still married. Suprisingly, that silly boy has decided to stick with me. Something about..eternity and beyond. :) He is much too good to me. Just last week I came home from an 8 hour shift to dinner made and a bubble bath a brewing. Yep, my husband makes me bubble baths. Isn't he the greatest? 

I know people say this all the time, but married life really is the best thing. I was always so terrified of being married. I thought it consisted of fighting, jealousy and money issues. Well, I'm happy to report we haven't fought, been jealous or had money issues. I know it's still early in the game, but I would say we communicate pretty dang well. Thank goodness!

This summer has been full of festivities already, and it's only June. We just bought season passes to the local amusement park, plus we have season passes to the local soccer team, hockey team, indoor football team, water slide park and ski slopes. Yeah, we are awesome.

My only complaint about this summer is school. School. School and more School. I don't recommend summer school and I definitely don't recommend summer school when your husband isn't going to school. Oh man, it's hard. All I want to do is swim and play with my husband, not study or learn about being a nurse. Luckily, Caden is super supportive. Just last night he sat on the bed right next to me while I took a 6 hour test on our new laptop. SIX HOURS he sat and just watched TV and rubbed my back, kissing me for encouragement every few questions. That's pretty dang supportive. Never the less, the blasted test took me 7 tries to pass. Super discouraging. After the 5th time of not passing, I start to doubt my abilities as a nurse. It affects my self esteem pretty hard.

Also affecting my self esteem, I'm still looking for an LPN job. I've applied several times for several positions, all report back with a "try again next time" response. I've had meetings with my manager that have led to tears of frustration and led me to believe that maybe, for whatever reason, she doesn't want to hire me. It's hard and it's frustrating. As much as I love my job, I'm ready to work as a nurse. I'm trying to have a better attitude about it and I'm trying to trust in God. He's obviously got better plans for me and I'm learning to turn my plans into his plans.

So, there you have it. That's us in a nut-shell. We've almost reached our month-iversary. I'm almost graduated from the RN program. and I've almost blogged a whole entire post.

That's something to celebrate, friends.

C E L E B R A T E.

Wedding Wonderfulness.

I have a confession: I have gotten so behind in blogland that it's difficult to even begin a blog post.  

Let's start with the obvious.  I'm the new Mrs. Hall and I couldn't be more happy about it.  

I know newlyweds say this all the time, but married life is absolutely incredible.  I think I have, hands down, the best husband in the history of husbands.  Caden has been so great through the entire wedding planning, wedding day, honeymoon, and post wedding.  

Pre-wedding was stressful.  I did really great up until a week before the wedding.  I attended my first day of class for my last semester of RN school.  They unloaded an insane amount of homework that threw my emotions for a loop.   I had a quiz to do that was 100 questions.  The questions were anything and everything related to nursing.  Just a tad overwhelming.   I took it, got a 60%.   Took it again, got a 69%.   Cried.   Took it again, got a 72%.  Cried some more.   Took it again, got a 74%.   At this point, I'm bawling hysterically.   The questions are different every time, so there is no way for me to cheat.  I'm trying to google answers.  Trying to look them up in text books.  Caden is helping me google questions on his phone.  My mom is trying to rationalize answers with me.   I take it again, get a 79%.   I need an 80% to pass this blasted test.  So, I call my professor and I'm sobbing hysterically.  I explain to her that I can not possibly take this test one more time.  Each time I take it, it takes me 2 hours.  I've spent a total of 14 hours on this test.  ALL DAY LONG.   She tells me to take it one more time, if I don't get an 80% she will consider it a "learning lesson" and give me credit.  I take it one more time, for the SEVENTH time, and I finally get an 80%.    And that's just the first day of RN school, folks.   Holy hannah.    We do one of those quizzes every week.  Sometimes, it's two quizzes a week.   Each time it takes me at least 3 hours.  Each time it involves lots of crying.   And every time, it involves Caden at my side helping me anyway he can.  What a gem.

Wedding day was absolutely beautiful.  I woke up to a sun shining day.  We had heard it was supposed to rain all day.  I refused to have a rainy wedding day.  So, by the power of prayer and faith--we had sunshine.   :)    I spent the morning with my sisters and Caden's family setting up for our wedding.  We put up tables, chairs, decorations, candy, cakes, cupcakes, etc. all in about 3 hours.   Caden and I were both in our comfies and both completely relaxed.   I kept asking him, "You nervous?!" and he would smile, kiss me and say "No way."    And truth is, he really wasn't.  Neither of us were.   I felt completely at ease.  Totally relaxed.  And so excited I felt like I would wiggle right out of my dress.   

After setting up, I left Caden and told him the next time he'd see me was at the alter.   My sisters and Mom and I left Caden's parents and went home for some ham fried rice from maple gardens.  My most favorite pleace ever.  HEAVENLY.   Could this day get any better?  Ham fried rice.  Spending the day with my mom and sisters.  Marrying my best friend.  Uhhh, I love it.    I got dressed and ready in about an hour.  I didn't trust anyone enough to do my hair or makeup, so I locked myself in the bathroom and wouldn't come out until it was done.   An hour later, I was ready to rock and roll.   

We had my entire line of girls at my house getting dressed and applying make up.  We finally piled into my mom's care and we headed back to Caden's parents for the show to begin.   I sat in Caden's Mom's room and Caden stayed downstairs.  I didn't want him to see me before the ceremony, and I didn't let him see my dress.  Everyone headed outside, the ceremony began, and I waited for my cue music.   When I finally saw Caden, I didn't see anyone else.  I got tunnel vision and I only remember me and him.   He smiled.  I cried.  And before I knew it, we were husband and wife.   It couldn't have gone any better.  It was absolutely beautiful.   I was a happy, happy, happy bride.   It was completely magical.

We spent our first night together as husband in wife in our apartment.  We had it ready for us to stay in, our stuff was moved in and we had minimal groceries.  Just enough to keep our tummies full until we flew to mexico the next day.   Saturday we woke up, opened ALL of our presents, packed our suitcases, and headed to Mexico.   

Mexico should be an entirely new post.   It was the best time I have ever had with another person.  Caden made me laugh ALL day long.  We would just lay in bed and laugh together.   We did a lot of the tours: we went to the Mayan ruins of Chitza Nitza, we shopped at playa de carma, we snorkeled in the reef, we spent the day at the pool, and we laughed and laughed and laughed some more.   No phone.  No computer.  No anything to worry about.  Just me and my Caden in Mexico.  H E A V E N L Y.   

Now we are home and life is just as incredible as I could imagine.   Caden is the best husband in the whole world.  He makes me dinner while I'm at school, he does the laundry, he paints the house, etc.  He spoils me rotten and he makes me happier than anyone can ever make me.  

Life is incredible.   This blog needs way more attention and way more detail to explain everything.   We don't have internet and I don't have my camera with me, but eventually I will post the pictures.  I'll tell more detail.  And you will know how incredible all this is.   

The end, for now.

Mormon Message: Chats with Janelle.

The other night I was visiting with one of my BFFs. She and I got on the topic of religion, somehow someway. We talked about how she was raised in the church, and how I definitely wasn't. And we talked about how I've come to feel about the church, now that I've become active again and grown up a bit.


My thoughts about the church are mostly this: Even if it's 100% hogwash, even if it's completely untrue and some bogus religion that someone made up, even then I still am grateful to be a part of it because it's changed my life for the very best. My religion has set some goals and some boundaries for me that have put my life on a better track and helped me to better myself. That can't be a bad thing, right?

When I was not active, I thought the church was only for the best of people. I thought the church was for those people who were perfect, did nothing wrong, or those who lied about their "sins'. I wanted no part in that because I wasn't ready to live a perfect life. And now, I realize how silly that is. People used to tell me that the church was for sinners, not saints. I remember thinking that was such a silly thing to say, but now I can understand what they meant. The church has helped me to better myself by setting some goals for myself and setting limits. I know what I want to do and where I want to go with my life, and I know what I don't want to do and what I don't want in my life. The church gives me some awesome counselors and guidance teams to help me progress to where I want to be. All for free, by the way. Uhhh, sign me up for that, please.

Lastly, the church has an incredible support system unlike anything I've ever seen. When my Grandpa died, the people in my Aunts ward brought over loads and loads of dinners and sweets to make sure we didn't have to cook during a difficult time. People were willing to help with the services, to transport flowers, to do whatever we needed of them. For the wedding, people from the ward have offered to serve our treats, to help set up tables, to be there for anything we need. Whenever someone is sick/ill/hurt, it's announced in our Sunday service and people come out from the woodworks just to help in any way that they can. It's an incredible system and I love everything about it.

How I've lived my entire life without the church is beyond me. Even if you take away the God, the prayer and the eternal marriage; even if you take away the temples, the ceremonies, the scriptures; even if you take away all the incredible 'church' things about the church, it's STILL an incredible place to be. Now, add all of those awesome spiritual things on top of this already incredible church and it blows my mind. What an awesome thing to be a part of and I'm so very grateful I found the church when I did.

Amen.

I Love Blogging.

Blogging is the greatest thing, ever.  
I started blogging to keep a journal.  And the more posts I wrote, the more followers I had.   At first I was a little embarrassed that people were reading some of my my personal thoughts, but the more comments I received the better I realized what an incredible thing this blogging is.  

I got the best E-mail the other day from a reader, Kelsey, and it made me so happy to hear that people are reading and it's actually helping people.  Helping.  Who would have thunk that my little story and my personal trials have helped people?   It's such a fun feeling.

I love little blogger land.
Super much.
Much.
Much.
Lots.

Mormon Message: Rambles.

It's late.  And I'm tired.
But, I wanted to share.
So, if you don't mind the ramble,
then please, continue reading.

As I sat in sacrament and listened to the lesson, I was holding hands to the man of my dreams.  I was holding the hands of my future husband and my partner for the rest of my forever.  The person who never, not once, judged me.   Who accepted me with open arms immediately, through everything and all that I am.

I sat on the same bench as my in-laws, who are some of the most incredible people I know.  They took me into their family and loved me as their own from the get-go.  They've made me feel loved, accepted, appreciated.  I've never been a home that is more welcoming and more inviting than the Hall home.

And I sat in the middle of a ward made of congregation of some incredible, incredible people.   They all know each other, they support each other, they know what each other are doing in their lives and always are asking about one another, making sure everyone is taking care of, everyone is doing well.  

It's an incredible feeling to be a part of that.  It's a feeling that I've never felt any other time in my life.  I feel completely accepted for all that I am, and I feel a huge amount of support for the things that I'm doing.   I feel support from my husband-to-be, from my in-laws, from my ward, and support from my own family.   I feel an unconditional amount of love and I'm so grateful for all that I have.

Several weeks ago, a young girl stood up in church and shared her love for the gospel.  She told us that she was a convert and that she had just moved here from Florida just to be closer to those who practiced her faith. She talked about her trip to SLC to finally see a temple and what an incredible experience it was.   People in Utah often talk about going to the temple and how incredible it is, but this was a different story.  This girl didn't even get to go inside, she just stood outside and stared at the temple and felt blessed to be that close to a temple of her faith.

As she shared this story, I felt this incredible feeling of gratefulness that I live where I do and I can experience that things that I can.  I've driven by that temple a billion times in my life, and I've never felt more proud of the temple than I did that very day as this girl shared her journey from Florida to the temples.

My life hasn't been a "molly-mormon" life and I've had to work for my testimony.  I wasn't born into the church like several people from Utah are.  I wasn't born into a family who raised me to know everything and anything about the church.  But, I'm so grateful that I wasn't.  My testimony means so much more to me know than it ever has before because it's one that I've created for myself.  I've discovered what works for me and what I believe to be true.  No one has filled these thoughts in my head except Callie, and to have a testimony at all is a HUGE blessing to me.   I'm grateful for that and I'm so glad that I have the people in my life that I do.  I have an incredible, incredible, incredible support system.   My husband, my in-laws, and my own family.  Each and everyone of them has loved me and supported me through all my wild and crazy decisions and I can't thank them enough for that.

 It's been a wild ride but it's been MY ride and I'm happy of the final destination.

Puzzle Pieces.

You know when you buy a new puzzle and you have tons and tons and tons of pieces.   And you think it'll be so much fun, because you love puzzles.   So you drop them all onto the table, and you try to sort them by color.   It seems chaotic and makes no sense, you can't tell what anything is, just a mess of colors.  You know that eventually it's supposed to be a pretty sunset, but you aren't sure how it's going to get there.   So, you start with a border and you hope that it will just flow nicely, piece by piece.   And once the border is done, you start getting more pieces to fit.  Faster and faster.  Quicker and quicker.   And now, all the sudden, you've got a sunset and you don't know how it happened or how all the pieces fit together so perfectly but, you're dang happy they did despite all the chaos of a billion pieces.

Well, friends, that's me.  That's my life.   Started out as chaos and a hundred different puzzle pieces.  I didn't know how they were all going to fit.  Or where they were all going to fit.  I didn't know where to start, what puzzle piece to put first.  But, I started with a border and all the sudden my life of a puzzle has come together into the most magical sunset I've ever seen.   I don't know how it happened, or how I figured this puzzle out, but I'm so grateful that it's turned out exactly how I hoped.

I'm the luckiest.
and I love my little puzzle of a life.
and that's all.

Catsup. Catchup. Ketchup.

Hey there, blogland.

Long time, no see.  Let's have an update, shall we? 

It seems that's all I do, is blog updates.

I never blog anything current, these days...

First, I'm engaged!

...oh, is this old news?  Don't need to go back that far?  Okay.  Let's fastforward a bit.

Wedding plans are coming along nicely.   5 weeks from today I will be a Mrs.  EEEK!   I almost can't even believe it.  Everyone asks me if I'm nervous, and my answer is always no.  Which makes me nervous.   I'm nervous about NOT being nervous.  How can a person not be nervous about getting married?  Well, because Caden is perfect. That's how come.   I haven't even became a bridezilla yet, so that tells you how great things are going.

Things for the wedding are just falling into place.  We are getting seriously good deals from friends, and friends of friends.  Everyone has hooked us up with sweet awesome deals.   We got our engagements for cheap, our cake for free, our invitations for pennies and cents, our music for cheap, our tables and chairs for a steal.   We really lucked out.   And if you were part of this giving spree, we thank you.

We went to register for all the fun things we want in our home.  That's the funnest thing we've done thus far.  Scanning all the things you have ever wanted and hoping and praying you will get them.   It's like a dream come true.   I think we scanned everything in the whole entire store.   Including all the seeds to start a garden.  

We started moving into our apartment piece by piece.  I thought it'd be easier to move a little at a time, rather than one full day of hauling back and forth.   It's not even decorated yet and I think it's the cutest little apartment I ever did see.   It's the basement of a darling house with a sweet lady who lives alone upstairs and an old adorable church in our backyard.   We have 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a fireplace, a laundry room and a dishwasher.   Uhhh, can you say steal of the year?  Yep.  We thought so, too.

This isn't our bedroom, 

but I wish that it was.

I'm still looking and hunting for a nursing job.  LPN jobs are hard to come by, these days.  Although, to be fair, I haven't given job hunting a real strong effort yet because wedding plans seem to be on the brain 100% of the time.   I keep telling myself I'll go look for some jobs next week.   And then next week comes and I decide to go the week after that.  Job hunting ins't my favorite and it's always akward as heck trying to promote yourself and trying to sound like the best candidate.    Just pick me already.  

Caden and I celebrated ONE YEAR together.  One year with the love of my life.   I'm such a lucky girl.  I can't believe how much has happened in just a year, how much Caden has changed my life for the best.  I couldn't have pictured my life any better than what it is right now.  Things have come together so perfectly and Caden is a big, big, big part of that.  In celebration, we got our engagement video done and went to dinner.  He deserved so much more than that.  I should have bought him his own island or something, that's how great he is.   Instead I just bought him Final Fantasy, which is not nearly as cool.   But, he was still excited.

We went festival of colors for the second time since we've been dating.  That place is a riot.  This year was much, much, much too crowded and I had a mini panic attack being in the middle of all the dust and people. However, still a blast of a good time.  Who knew throwing chalk at complete strangers could be so hilarious?  Seriously.  It's a fun time.

In the last bit of news, I turned 25.  Twenty-five, guys.  This is a weird thing for me, because now I've hit the mark where it's no longer cool to be older.  At 16, you want to be older.  At 18, you want to be older.  At 21, you want to be older.  Now I'm 25 and I just want to stay here or be younger.    It is ironic, though, because I've always told people I wanted to be married when I was 25 or 26 and graduated from college.   Talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy, eh?   Love that.

So, that's it.  That's all my news.  Mostly life is incredible.  The wedding plans are working out perfectly.  I'm more in love with Caden then I ever have been.  Graduation is just around the corner.  Our apartment is completely adorable.   And, I'm a happy girl.   I thank my lucky stars for the way my life has turned out and I'm more than excited for the things that are ahead.   

Hooray for being me.

Woot Woo.

Mommy's Girl.

It's a weird feeling leaving home after 25 years.  I've always been my mom's baby.  We have always been the best of friends and we've always talked about anything and everything.   So, to leave home and to start a life of my own is kind of a scary thing.  It's scary knowing my mom isn't just downstairs and I can't just holler out when I need her.   It's scary knowing she won't be there to stock the fridge full of groceries or buy new shampoo when I run out.  It's scary knowing she won't be there to wipe up my spills, to do my dirty dishes, or to fold my laundry.  It's scary knowing that dinner won't be sitting on the counter when I come home at night, unless Caden makes it for us.   It's scary knowing she won't be living in the same home as me.   And it makes me sad if I think about it for too long.  

 

Of course I'm excited to start a "big girl" life.  And I'm absolutley thrilled to be living with Caden.  I can't wait to start our lives together as husband and wife and it's a little exciting not knowing what to expect or how to be a wife.  I'm up to the challenge and I'm more than excited about it all.   But, parts of me are sad to leave my mom.   And parts of me wish I could bring her along and keep her in a secret bedroom for when I need her most.   Parts of me want to pack up all her stuff on "accident" so she will be forced to move with us.   But,most parts of me know that I will be okay.  Most parts of me know that Caden and I can and will make it on our own.   It's going to be a bumpy ride and I'll probably cry on more than one occassion, but it's going to be absolutely worth it.   We are going to be husband and wife, and that's the absolute best thing in the whole wide world.

 

Plus, my mom is just 13 minutes away.   Right?

Grandpa Carter.

Last week I lost my Grandpa Carter.   When I say that, people usually respond with "I'm so sorry" and I usually respond with "Oh, it's okay."    But really, this time, it actually is okay.   It's more than okay, it's really great news.  My grandpa lived a long and healthy life.  He passed away in his home at 96 years old after a week or two of not feeling well.   He didn't suffer, he didn't struggle, and he got to pass where he felt comfortable. 

 

Maybe it's from working in the healthcare field, or maybe it's because I'm weird, but I don't think death is a sad event.   Especially in the elderly.   I think it's great news that my Grandpa can now be with my Grandma and they can do heavenly things like fly and eat unlimited amounts of hamburgers.  

 

Ohhhh, that's not what your heaven is like? Is that just me? 

Welp, okay.  

 

Yes, I'll miss him.  I'll miss his words of advice and his monthly newsletter.  I'll miss his walks around the pond and his life lessons about anything and everything.  I'll miss his "Ohhh, my land!" and his stories about his grandchildren.    But, I'm happy for him.  I'm happy he's now with his eternal companion and I'm happy that he's comfortably eating hamburgers. ...or whatever heaven is like.

 

'Til we meet again, Grandpa.

xoxo

Date Video.

The cutest video you ever did see.
The password is Felter, if it asks for one.

Compliments of Jesse Felter at Liquid Visions.

I absolutely LOVE this.

Catchup. Ketchup. Catsup.

Ohhhh, hey.
There you are.

Lots to talk about, friends.

First, and most important, Caden and I moved up our wedding day.   SUPER exciting.  Mr. and Mrs. Hall will be official on May 11th.   That's in 60+ days.   2 months.   9 weeks.    Eeek!!  I can't wait.    We made our deposit on our cute new apartment: two bedrooms and two bath with a washer/dryer and dishwasher.   We lucked out, for real.   Could this be any more perfect?  I submit that it cannot.

I'm still on the job hunt for a nursing job.   I've got an interview on Wednesday at a women's home close to where I live.  It sounds absolutely perfect and I'm really hoping.  Really hoping.   Really. Really. Really. Hoping.

School is wrapping up.  March is an absolute crazy month, but April slows down a bit and then I just have class once a week and 150 hours of internship and then, I'm an Registered Nurse.    Once I pass the boards, of course.   And then I start 9 months of the Bachelor's program and then, I'm done with school F O R E V E R.   I wonder what that will be like.  Go to work.  Come home.   No homework, no studying, no class.   What a weird concept.

That's the latest.
There is more that I'm forgetting.
and lots more that I don't have time to write about.

But, you've got the just of it.
My life is awesome and I love Caden.
and that's about it.