Don't judge me

Hi. My name is Amanda and I'm addicted to Days of our Lives.

Hi Amanda.

Seriously, Don't judge me.

What's not to love? You've got family feuds, love triangles, love squares, baby swapping, murders, drug smugglers, teenage HS drama, back stabbing mother-in-laws, hunky guys, the mob, affairs, twins who have different fathers (?!), blackmailing, kidnapping, everyone sleeping with everyone, etc, etc.

My favorite plot line thus far includes some good ol' fashioned baby swapping. See if you can keep up. So Sami and Nicole are both pregnant. By the same guy (but that's another story). Nicole ends up having a miscarriage but doesn't want anyone to know so she pretends to continue her pregnancy and finds a pregnant teenager, Mia, who wants to get rid of her baby secretly. Meanwhile Sami has her baby, baby Grace, the same day as Mia has hers (of course). Nicole takes Mia's baby, baby Sydney, and for some unknown reason, switches baby Sydney and baby Grace. This all happened before I started watching and I can't quite figure out why she did it. Anywho, fast forward a couple months and baby Grace dies. DIES. Yeah. Pretty heavy stuff. Sami is dating this ex-FBI agent, Raef, and Nicole is super parinoid about him finding out her secret. Which she should be because Raef is hot on the trail of Dr. Baker, the doctor who switched the babies and has been blackmailing Sami ever since. Raef finally tracks Dr. Baker in the Dominican Republic but he's DEAD. Dead by the hand of Nicole's mafia father-in-law. Unbeknownst to Stefano that when that happened, a note was to be sent to the police telling them EVERYTHING about Nicole.

How will this story end? Will Sami get her real baby back? Will Mia find out that her baby really died? Dun dun duuuuuuun. Tune into NBC at 2:00 weekdays to join Days of our Lives Anonymous!

This one's for you Grandma :)

So I've delayed posting pictures of our new apartment mainly because it's been too dirty to take pictures of...but I cleaned up real quick and here it is! (disregard the blindingly white walls, there's nothing I can do about those) (also the pictures don't do the apartment justice, it's waaay cuter in person. so come visit :) )

update: ARRGGGG I can't figure out how to make the pictures format all cute and I've wasted too much time with this dang blog so deal with it. I'll fix it later. Maybe.

First day of school...

First two days of school completed? Check. Now hopefully I'll be able to continue my education at the fine institution known as the University of Utah...apparently there has been some issues with my scholarship which will be resolved soon. Hopefully.
My schedule this semester consists of....

Pediatric Speech Pathology. One of my favorite professors teaches this class so it should be pretty interesting. We'll basically be learning about pediatric speech development and disorders. Eh, not exactly what I want to go in to but useful anyways.
Portuguese. Why am I taking Portuguese? Who knows. Mainly so I can pretend I know what's been said at Papoo's. And also mainly because my husband can do my homework. Meu nome e Amanda. Ciao.
Anatomy and Physiology of Speech and Hearing. Bleh. I took this class last fall and dropped it after like 2 classes. Let's just say it's in-tense. Unfortunately it's a prereq for like everything else. Looks like I'm staying put this time around.
Language Science. Ok I'm not going to lie I had no idea what this class was going to be about but I'm pretty sure it's going to be one of my favorites. We watched a video about language and how cuh-RAZY it is. Like how you would never say 'red big balloon' it's always 'big red balloon.' Why? No one knows. And how when you construct a sentence of 20+ words it's very likely that it's never been spoken before. Blows my mind.
American Sign Language. So it's been a year since my last ASL class. I'm a liiiittle rusty. But I love love LOVE sign language classes. There's no talking. Like at all. It makes for a very peaceful class.

I'm shootin for straight A's this time around, so wish me luck. I'm not getting married in the middle of the semester so that should help. Like a lot....

It's Official

I'm shaking the dust of Nevada off my heels and embracing Utah! The license plate was the last thing to go, following my drivers license, voter registration, and my non resident status for school. I am a Utah (wo)man, sir! Holla!