Family History

This summer we decided to start learning a bit more about our family history, specifically my Dad's family since the majority of my Mom's and his parents are done. My Dad is a convert so that involved starting with square one. My Dad is 100% Irish, which is something I really identify with. I love our Saint Patrick's Day traditions, corned beef, and spent a fair amount of my childhood doing the jig. I even own a copy of Far and Away, Riverdance, and The Secret of Roan Inish. I'm pretty sure that right there proves I'm hardcore Irish. Anyways, despite my love of everything Irish, I am a bit irked at my ancestors. For some reason unbeknownst to me, they decided to all be named the exact same thing. Every single one of my realtives are named Daniel, Thomas, Catherine or Mary. Not even kidding. Except for Mabel Mackey, which is such an original (and awesome) name that it was a pleasure to research her. She's the only Mabel Mackey. Ever. To make matters even more complicated, everyone with the last name McGrath lived in the same town in Ireland. And to further complicate things, they all moved to Chicago. So after researching all 57 Daniel Rooneys we completed a five generation pedigree chart. In order to continue we will be setting sail for Ireland in 9.5 years. It's going to be awesome.

Tina's Wedding

La tía de Rory se casó con un hombre de Puerto Rico que se llama Pedro y por eso estoy escribiendo en español. Era un día bellísimo y ellos eran una pareja muy linda. Ellos se casaron en el templo de Bountiful y el abuelo de Rory fue su sellador. También fue nuestro sellador. Era la primera vez que fui a un sellamiento que no era mía, y fue una experiencia muy bella. El espíritu era muy fuerte y el cuarto era lleno de amor.

Fall semester 2009 consisted of about two things:

1. STUDYING LIKE CRAZY

Married life is wonderful. It's actually the best thing ever. The only time it's not the best is when your husband has to work until 9:00 at night, because than you actually have to study. No matter how hard I tried to get distracted from the hours of homework that lay ahead of me, it is impossible when sitting in a ten by ten foot apartment by yourself. Usually Rory came home and I cried out exasperated, "Why didn't you answer your phone?" and he would find approximately ten text messages and three missed calls. Pathetic, I am so aware. Then I would distract him from his homework for the next few hours until he would say, "Maybe we should start studying in the library," which always got me right to work because the only thing worse than studying in a ten by ten foot apartment by yourself is studying in the library.

2. SLEEPING

Most married couples think staying up past 10:30 is absurd. We, however, count ourselves among the young whippersnappers and often find ourselves falling asleep at the unearthly time of 12:45. I would not advise this because it leads to falling asleep in the most awkward places, and missing all of your 8:00 classes. Just ask Rory.

Unfortunately blogging was not numbered among our daily, weekly or monthly activities; but, for all my faithful followers- er, followerer- aka mom, i'll give a little synopsis of the happenings of fall semester 2009. Can I just say thank goodness it's over?