The Provo Dating Game

I just have a few things to get off my chest.

I hate dating. We're talking despise. Which kinda sucks because the only way to get out of the dating game is to get married..and the only way to get married is to date.

    Reasons Why I Feel This Way:

1. It literally feels like an interview for how ever many hours it lasts. 

2. I walk away from most first dates not knowing anything about someone except for those generic questions. Don't get me wrong, I love mashed potatoes too, but that doesn't make me want to go on second date with you. I don't want to know your deepest secrets either, but please, give me something with a little substance. 

3. I suck at the generic dating games: Bowling, Mini Golf, Ice Skating. 

3a. Okay, i'm kinda good at ice skating. Unless you try to trick me into holding your hand when I first meet you..no thanks, you ain't sly. 

Working at an ice cream shop has taught me a lot of what not to do while on dates.

Examples:

1. I will not share my sample spoon with my significant other. Seriously, the sample spoon is a sample...for one person. The point is to get a little bit of everything on the tiny spoon space so when you eat the nut and carmel out of pralines and cream and give your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband whats left of the vanilla, that defeats the whole purpose! They have no idea that the praline was covered in caramelized candy (and lets be honest, thats the best part) or that their even was a praline! If I see you do this, and you ask for another sample of another flavor, I will give you significantly smaller sample. Try sharing that one, sucka. 

2.  I will not sit across a table from my other half and: hold their hand, look longingly into their eyes, and forget I even have ice cream until I feel it melting down my hand. 

3. I will not pull into the empty parking lot and make out with my boyfriend for a straight 15 minutes before coming in because the workers will know, and they will be judging me...hard. 

4. I will also not make out with you while the cashier stands and repeats that we owe her $5.15 four times. 

I woke up this morning with my left arm covered in bruises and my right arm covered in pistachio almond. (Seriously, my arm is green.) No big, just filling provos loving, pda hearts with ice cream one scoop at a time.

Libby the Liberty (Formally known as Koook)

I take after my family in many different ways.

1. The amount i'm able to eat.

2. The amount i'm able to love.

3. The amount i'm able to sleep.

4. The amount of car trouble i'm able to have.

For now, lets focus on number four. (Lets be honest, I talk about 1-3 all the time.)

I have the greatest parents ever.

How great you may ask?

Well, when school first started this semester my AWESOME parents sold some things on ebay, saved some money, packed some snacks for my dad, and he made the journey from North Carolina to Utah to bring me my car. I love them. My mom sends me a picture of him leaving mooresville and three days later he appears in ghoods parking lot. (Just to paint a picture of what he looked like.. All the windows were down, he was sweaty, and he had a permanent seatbelt sweat stain across his chest.) In order to save gas he drove the whole way with the windows down, hes so legit.  The next day Lyndsi took him to the airport and he flew back to the east coast and went back to work.

I love having my car. I've missed it so much. I'm so thankful my family was able to this for me (and corey). It has allowed me to keep my job and allowed Corey to have a job that he is also able to drive to. 

It has also brought us some problems.

Example:

Me: "Guys, I just refilled my coolant tank a few days ago and its already overheating again, what do you think is wrong?"

Boys: "...You probably have a leak, you should get that fixed."

-A few weeks later-

Me: "Uhhh, can you come outside, my car is smoking and it smells like butt."

Boy as he crawls on the ground to look under my car: "Did you ever get that leak fixed?"

Me: "Well...no. They couldln't find it."

Boy: "I bet they could find it now."

And boy did they find it.

And by they I mean my Uncle Rodger.

And by uncle I mean my dads cousin...but he calls himself our uncle

And I stick to that because its easier than trying to really figure out what he is to me.

Rodger is a mechanic.

He looks and fixes our car for us all the time.

He took my car into work with him, checked it out, and it turns out my radiator is cracked. 

"I'll put it in for you for free, its a hassle, but i'll do it. You can come sit with me while I do it. Its a little under 200 dollars. As soon as you get the money i'll take you to buy one and we'll fix it. You can come over tonight and pick your car back up."

I don't want to know how much it would cost us to bring it somewhere to be fixed.

I love Rodger.

Lyndsi brought me to his house so I could pick my car back up. 

We walk inside and Rodger is eating pizza with two of his friends.

"Ya'll sit down! You want some pizza?!"

Rodgers house is great, and so southern, and so is he.

He grew up in greensboro with my dad, went to school in utah, and then never left.

Everyone drinks out of mason jars, he doesn't understand why people don't like milk, his floor creaks, and his house just screams the south.

He takes me outside to my car and tries to explain to me what was wrong with my car.

I didn't understand most of what he said.

But! Are you ready? Because this part is the whole reason i'm writing this post.

Rodger had my hood propped up with a bat. (It won't stay up by itself.)

"Clarence out grew this bat two seasons ago. Its the perfect fit for your car so I want you to have it. Use it when every you need too! If there are any boys chasing you..or dogs, just whip it out. I also filled up four big ol' jugs of water and put them in your backseat. I noticed you only had one and this time you won't have to go inside as often to get water when you need to refill your coolant." 

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am now the proud owner of a bat. Thank you.

I get in my car and I notice many different things immediately. 

1. My window was down. 

      - My mom hates this. She hates it when my dad leaves the car windows down because bugs and other creatures in. Rodger obviously has many similarities with my dad.

2. My radio was on an oldies station.

      - Blinded by the light was the first song that came on. It reminded me so much of my dad.  Whenever I ride anywhere with him we also listen to his CDS and he sings every single word. One day I mentioned how I liked Jackson Browne and he brought me his burned cd so I could download it onto my computer. Driving away from Rodgers I couldn't bring myself to turn the station, or roll my window up, I felt like I was at home. 

Rodgers on the left, my dad on the right.