I bake bread with flour

In a half hour I will go and take (and hopefully pass) my last final of the semester.

And in one year I will go and take my very last final EVER.
Good news, I passed Geology.
I think its due in part to that fact that I finally learned the class name: Geology, not Geography.
Easily confused for each other. I can't be blamed for constantly mistaking my class' name.

Now here's some bad news, we have to get shots for Africa, including the Yellow Fever shot, which costs 87 dollars EACH!
Travis and I have to pay to go in and stick needles full of illness into our arms.
Blah blah blah, I can hear you now, saying things like "You should be grateful you can get immunizations."
To that I say, "I have a great phobia of shots and needles and have been seriously considering not going to Africa because I don't want to get shots."
However, I have maned up and decided I will get the shots and it will be worth it, but for goodness sake, why must I give them a third of my pay check for one measly immunization!
Blegh. Back to good news, shall we?
It is absurdly beautiful outside here in Provo. I have a brown neck and arms and legs and I LOVE it. The brownness of my body comes about like this:
Every day of the last week I've said, "I think I will go outside and and read on this blanket in our yard. " After ten minutes of squinting at the VERY bright white paper that books are printed on, I close my eyes and fall asleep.
Half an hour later I wake up because the ants crawling on my legs are tickling like crazy.
I get up, shake out my blanket, tell the ants to please keep their distance, lie down on my back and fall asleep.
I wake up in a half hour to the ants again and then go inside. Then maybe to the park on my bike.
More good news? Okay.
Travis is so Fix-y. He fixed my bike and put a basket on it and fixed his bike and oiled it up and then he hammered things and worked on things and built some things. I love it.
Although he is an awesome man I am having a hard time fulfilling my stereotypical woman duties. You know, the ones I LOVE to fulfil because it's a little like playing house and also because I happen to like most of the things women do, like cook and sew and play with babies.
Anyway, what I'm referring to is my bread making skills.
I have none.
I have tried and failed three different times this week (as well as multiple times in the past) to make bread rise.
I even shout at it inspirationally. "Rise I tell you! RISE!"
But it ignored me and stayed flat.
I tried to bake some of this flat bread and that was a horrible experience, because it came out smelling SO good and tasting very disgusting.
I asked four different women and also a boy to teach me to make bread and they all said "Well, do you have a wheat grinder?"
WHAT? No, Utahans, you amazing Utahans. I bake bread with flour.
Not with whole wheat that I've ground myself.
I cannot believe it. It makes me feel highly amazed.

Luckily for me my breaxpert (bread-expert, a word I just invented) friend Sienna is going to have me over tomorrow afternoon to learn bread making in her new and pretty kitchen.
This is something I have time for BECAUSE I am going now to take my last final.

(Wish me luck!)