Trip 1: Vegas

As of June 1st, I had quit my job and we were off to have ourselves a last "hoorah" before we have kids and begin the life where school owns us again.

So we moved all our stuff to Vegas and are waiting to close on this house! Isn't she gorgeous!? Turns out, in Vegas, a mortgage is cheaper than rent! Go figure. We can't believe that we're going from a 700 sq. ft. apartment in Sacramento to a house in Vegas for hundreds of dollars less a month. So glad we got into UNLV. We're just hoping to close on this baby asap!

This is my favorite part of the house--a granite counter-top kitchen that isn't galley style!

We move ourselves out there in August sometime so Jimmy can attend orientation. I was able to transfer to the BBB in Vegas so things are looking good. And if you're in Vegas, we can't wait to come play!

Utah Trip

So this is the only picture I found from our Utah trip. So much happened on the trip too (I got to see my whole family and tons of friends, see Daniel graduate, we heard we go into UNLV, ate out at some amazing restaurants, etc). YET--this is the picture that sums up the trip...

Too much fun! And now--we're much closer!

Graduation 2011

Jimmy has graduated! I thought this day would never come! Well I did—but it just seemed so far. Now we’re on to the next stage and 4 years from now—another graduation. Thanks to all our loved ones who supported us!

The Robison boys

Mary, Jeanne, me, Jimmy, Greg, Pam, John, Amanda

High Fives

Last week Jimmy and I were running along the river trail.
When you run on a bike trail, you run on the opposite side of the road, facing oncoming traffic.
As a bike approached, the man gave us both high-fives.
It made me smile.
So the following day, when I was running alone, I tried it to an oncoming biker.
He high-fived me.
I think it made him smile.
Try it.
Spread the smiles...

Viva Las Vegas

I know I've been MIA and my only excuse is that I feel I'm always playing "catch-up" and can't get ahead. However, we have some important news to announce. (No still not pregnant. Stop already.) We have selected a dental school to attend and this is where we'll be for the next 4 years of our life. If you are in Vegas, please email/facebook me. I've got about 1,000 questions for you. Thanks for all your support and prayers. We are so blessed!

Someday I'll update you on why we chose UNLV over NYU and UOP...

Final Chapter

So, back to the story. We got home from the temple, and as I followed Jimmy into our home we realized we had been robbed. Someone had kicked our door in (busted through the door frame) and ransacked our home.

Was it a sign that we had not felt peace in the temple? Was it karma? Was it a “Job” (from the Bible) moment where we were being tested to our limits? Those were my thoughts as I sat on the grass crying.

The stress of these dental school decisions and periods of just waiting have been hard on my body—especially for those of you who know I get anxiety attacks. This experience was awful. (And I may or may not have called my dad and told him that I wish I could just die so that I could be a missionary in the spirit world for hundreds of years.) HA!

Luckily I have a husband that steps it up in emergency situations. He called our security company, the police, and maintenance to fix our door. He gave me Roxy who was barking like crazy in her crate. And he called our friend over to give me a blessing. And then we just waited for the police to arrive so they could take fingerprints, pictures and collect evidence.

Sigh. It was one of those awful “blah” moments where you just sit there and go “man—let’s move to Costa Rice—this just stinks (I was going to write sucks but my mom would have yelled at me”).

Burglar man, if you are reading this here is a letter for you:

Dear Burglar,
Thank you for not hurting my doggie Roxy. Thank you for not taking my wedding album, our journals, or our mission pictures. Thank you for not desecrating our property however, you tracked mud all over my apartment and left a nasty hair where our wii use to be. How come you only took our wii, 1 game, and 2 controllers and left the rest of our wii system? That was weird. And that curly, coarse, black hair was from your head right?

You took my laptop that had all of my husband’s school work on it. Now he has to spend hours making it up. Also, you could steal our identity with the information that is on the computer but please just pawn it to a shop so they’ll erase the information. It’s too stressful having your identity stolen (plus I don’t think you were smart enough).

That cash that you stole was the money we earn from doing side jobs. I was kinda ticked you took that because we had to sweat to earn that money. You probably have never had a job so you don’t know what it’s like, but shame on you.

I wish you wouldn’t have taken my husband’s new backpack because my mom spent a lot of money on it. However, I am very grateful you dumped out the notebooks and books. We’ll call it even.

Lastly, I really didn’t like how you went through all our drawers and touched our underwear. I think of you as a dirty thing, and now a dirty thing touched my stuff... How do I wash you out of my apartment? Also, didn’t your mom teach you to turn the lights off when you leave? Why did you turn all the lights on in our house?

I felt violated that you entered our home, especially between 4:30-9pm. Were you watching us? Did you know our schedule? We had lights on and our dog was barking. Do we know you? You know that there is a place reserved for those who do bad things to people while they are in the temple, right? I think you are going to the same place where that man will be who robbed us on my mission.

Also, you know that someone saw you right? Unfortunately it was a single, scared girl so you got away. I hope karma gets you run over by a bus (oops—should I be nicer?). Last question? Do you know Antione Dodson?

Please don’t come back.

Signed,


Probably one of your many victims

Part 2: Decision

I’m terrible. The only reason I’ve turned this into saga is because I ran out of time to finish my first post and now, I’ve seemed to stream along some followers (surprisingly there ARE people that read my blog).

Anyway—back to the post.

So the night before we had to make the decision we went to the temple one last time. I was praying for a miracle. Actually—I was just praying that the answer we got from Heavenly Father would be combined and then all of it given to Jimmy. I’d just follow with whatever he chose. SO—we did have a moment where we talked and expressed the feelings we felt. Very special moment; especially when your feelings are confirmed by your best friend. We decided to take the Army scholarship, and say good-bye to UOP. Sniffle.

All it really means is that Jimmy will be commissioned an officer in the US Army, we’ll have no debt, and after he graduates, we’re off to whatever base they assign us (of course we designated Hawaii, Puerto Rico and Southern California as our top choices). HA!

So everything was hunky-dory UNTIL we got home from the temple and Jimmy walked up to our apartment. When he got to the door, I heard a huge gasp and an “Oh my gosh.” I ran up to the door and when I looked in, I ran out, sat on the grass, and just sobbed.

Wait—there is more (whenever I have time to write it). (*sounds* “duhn duhn duhn”). Part 3 coming soon.

He looks like a G.I. Joe!

2nd Lieutenant: US Army

My brothers want to know when we get a granade launcher...