What the heck.....

So me and Megan decided that we wanted to have a girly night which consisted of shaving legs, dying hair, putting on bronzer, and watching an episode of North and South. But....after the hair dying, we wern't much in the mood for bronzer and N&S. Not only did my dying experience turn out quite reduculus, but Megan's didn't go to well either.

Though no human tears were shed, the girl on the dye box managed to share some sympathy.

DDR Madness!!!

Me and Megan thought it would be a fun and a good workout to get Dance Dance Revolution yesterday. So we started looking on Bulletin board, and then Craig's list, at which point I needed to keep Megan from desiring a $200 XBox game bundle including DDR and pads along with a lot of other fun games. (She really wanted the game!!) After dinner at Wendy's and a spilled lemonade, we went to claim our prize for just being crazy girls at Game Spot. When we were walking up to the store I was thinking, what an interesting sight. Here are two girls with babies, one is in PJ's now because of lemonade, walking into Game spot at 7 pm caring a Wendy's bag... Anyway, we danced and danced and tripped and stumbled half the night away. What Fun!!

In an attempt to ease the pain of being apart from Jemayla (the pain being caused, in large part, by the food I eat when she's not around) I'm going to post some pictures of some of my favorite memories.





Here we see a picture of Jemayla before we were dating . . . she's gotten better since then, but she still wears the monkey ears.



After months of toying with her heart, I finally asked Jemayla to be my girlfriend in a grove of apple trees . . . . It's less romantic if you realize that it was the middle of winter and we were still sweaty from running.







Jemayla's roommate was thrilled when we started dating, and wanted to take tons of pictures of us doing mushy stuff.

This picture was taken by Jemayla on the way up to Table Rock, a really cool hiking spot near the Tetons. You shouldn't go there before July though, because it turns out that the mountain is still covered with snow, not to mention it's prone to violent hail storms.



Jemayla first told me she loved me while I was wringing out my socks and hiding from the hail under a large pine tree. Then she took off down the trail at break-neck speed, with me staggering behind in a pathetic, lovesick sort of way.







Jemayla has some sort of strange fascination with getting soaking wet. Once she made me take her running in sprinklers, but not the regular sprinklers. She wanted to run in the enormous pivot sprinklers in the fields by my house. Do you have any idea how powerful these things are???






Anyway, this is a picture of me after Jemayla and I swam in a canal during a family reunion in Oregon.

My Current Life

I have been away from Jemayla for almost three days. I've already gotten sick, lost the car, missed a lot of sleep, and now my poop is orange. I've gotten about four hours of total sleep in the last two days because, apparently, my body is punishing me for letting Jemayla sleep somewhere else.
On Sunday night, when I laid down to sleep, I was already moderately tired, but just couldn't sleep. I tried everything I could (short of drugging myself) and still only fell asleep around 4:00 a.m. This happens occasionally, so I wasn't terribly upset, and I expected to sleep very well the next night. Oddly though, for probably the first time ever, one sleepless night was followed by another. Once again, as tired as I was, sleep just wouldn't come. This time I was very upset. Generally at this point Jemayla would realize my dilemma and sing me to sleep, or stroke my hair until I finally drifted off, but I had no such option. Finally, around 2:30 a.m. I slept blissfully.

Until the phone rang at 3:00 a.m.

It was a snowplow, asking me to move my car, which I had left in the school parking lot. I usually walk to school, but since I had some large items to bring back from school that day I had driven instead. But I forgot to get the items, as well as the car, and walked home from school that day. And thus, at 3:00 a.m., just after I had entered my R.E.M. cycle, I was forced to walk two miles to the school in subzero weather. This was not one of my better moments.

As awful as this situation was, I think it was good for me. I have started to rely on Jemayla much in the same way that a computer will rely on a jump drive: for a little extra memory. If Jemayla had been there she would have, of course, said something like "Um . . . Byron, do you know what happened to the car?" It seems that, for the time being anyway, my addled hyperactive mind is on its own. I'm just not sure if it is up to the task.

Weeping and Wailing

Jemayla got the idea to name our blog "The Heathen Caboose" because we are both the youngest in our families, and therefore the caboose of what is sure to be a long and heavily-graffitied train. On Friday Jemayla and I left the safe boundaries of Montpelier, Id. in an attempt to bring her to Rexburg for her final semester of college. 24 hours, 163 miles, 5 brutal basketball games, 1 Xbox 360, and several dozen Tylenol later, I left Rexburg, alone. Jemayla has returned to the land of everlasting wind to finish her education and let R.M.'s oogle her, while I am alone in what is probably the most isolated community in Idaho. Someday my wife will return to this choice land and sleep by my side again, but until then we have this blog to share our thoughts with each other and the rest of the Heath train(or whatever freaky contraption you've chosen to be a part of).

It has begun!

The blogging days of the Byron Heath family have begun. Who knows what treasures this site shall hold, but all who view it are sure to be amazed..... or not. Since me and Byron are going to be 3 hours apart for a while, we figured a blog would keep us busy and distracted. Here it goes. :)