badonkatonks: U + Me = Us.. Calculus..

Ahhh I just feel like blogging. Unfortunately I hardly have anything to post... Whenever I'm in a convo with someone I usually think in my head "I'm gonna blog about this" but I sometimes always forget what that convo entailed. I kept telling Devon I'm gonna blog about how I actually find some parts of the Olympics to be a tad boring and how I just can't get myself to read those Twilight books, hence imagining leaving my husband for a much paler guy (sorry Devo, you're tan but not as tan as you used to be, remember when you had the ten a month pass.. hehe secrets out). Ack sorry if I offend anyone.. But this blog is my prerogative yo.

Anyway... I thought the best thing to make a post about would be to tell the story of how Devon and myself became. It is almost our one year anniversay and all.. No, not from when we first met, we celebrated that a few months ago.. Kidding, sort of. Alright, now the story begins... "cue harp and fairy dust.." One night while I was living in Provo, I was taking up all the clothes and shoes I stole from my sisters to my apartment. These two fine gentleman asked if I needed a hand. Neither of them were Devon. But I said sure since they were going up to my apt anyway. They thought, while running around in adult diapers one night (oh college), that some girls yelled "King Henry 310! ow!" so they appeared.. I think I speak for all my roomies when I say that we were not the girls who yelled that, but wow am I glad that's what they heard.. You may be thinking what does this have to do with Devy... Well they were his roommates Luke and Tyler (shoutout) so I pretty much have them to thank for my lifelong bliss.
I remember the first time I met Devon. He and one of the nice guys who helped with all my stolen goods came back to 310 one night to invite me to their "big hair party." Devon was just clinging on to the railing outside my door and I remember thinking "wow he does have big hair... good thing they're having this party." Well I didn't go to it but him and Luke came over again, this time to watch Xmen3. My roommates bailed on me so it was just the three of us. Awkwardish. Devon started calling girls from my ward directory to ask them on dates and I so thought he was a playa. Silly me.
Anyway.. Our actual first dateish consisted of getting Devon's dry cleaning and eating at the Provo Olive Garden. Both those places will always hold a special place in my heart. After that we were pretty much inseperable. He even came to my family's Christmas Eve ugly sweater party and we didn't even call each other gf/bf yet. Brave boy he was, wearing a turtleneck and all. So that is how we began. We've had our ups and downs but mostly ups.. I'm still a lil bitter about when he compared me to a Charleston Chew but he's made up for it dearly. I love my lil'Devy and I'm glad you are my husband. We've almost made it 1 year! Best year of my life!! Woo! Oh my this is such a long post for me.. I'm trying to move my blog on up so I can someday get paid to do this since I didn't pass the chacha guide test. Enjoy the story of the Tonkas. I know I have.

This is us at Devon's house in Cali. First time I met his family. Don't we look so different? Probably not since it was barely a year ago. Ahhh Provo love.