Psych: More than Just an Ab Workout

The first time I ever watched Psych was at one of my best friend's, Janelle's, house. I thought is was so funny, and we laughed until we cried and almost wet our pants. It was the best ab workout I've ever gotten!

From there, my twin, Lavender Gooms–I mean Amber–and I took it upon ourselves to catch up on all of the seasons on Netflix. I think it only took us about two weeks, and then we started over again. We couldn't get enough of Shawn and Gus's shenanigans. Phrases like "C'mon, son!" and "I've heard it both ways" became part of our everyday language. We probably drove our mom crazy from watching it so much. She'd always know we were watching it from the booming laughter that drifted up from downstairs. Not only was it funny but it was also pretty clean. Good, clean humor is hard to find these days amidst all the gore and sensuality that worms their way into shows.

However, Psych isn't just a good show that I am obsessed with; the show also played a role in how my fiancee, Jerrick, and I started dating.

We met in a print publishing class (CHUM 230 or DIGHT 230; I've heard it both ways) at Brigham Young University. We sat next to each other, and one of the topics that got us to finally start talking to each other was Psych. We found out we had the love of the show in common and discussed the episodes each day after they aired. Jerrick didn't have cable, so one night I invited him over to watch the episode at my place so he didn't have to wait until it went online to watch it, and we've been watching it together ever since. We even made–wait for iiiiiit– Psych t-shirts as one of our earlier dates.

Last night was a bittersweet episode: the last episode of Psych. As I snuggled with Jerrick and watched the final episode, I couldn't help but think back to last year (almost exactly a year ago) when Psych helped bring us together. I will dearly miss the Blueberry and searching for the pineapples in the episodes and hearing Gus's latest name. But if Psych had to end, that episode was the way to do it. If my roommates and future sister-in-law wouldn't have been there, I probably would have cried. And since Jerrick is a sympathetic crier, he would have cried too.

Farewell, Psych. Thank you for all of the great memories, quotable lines, and laughs. You are totally dope.

Would You Bee So Kind as to Get Off My Lunch?

The day started out great: I had rocked my volleyball test (the board at the testing center had even called me fantastic); I had enough change to buy cookies and cream milk (a BYU specialty); and it was finally starting to look like spring. By the time lunch time rolled around, I decided it was warm enough to eat outside. I took my milk and sandwich to my favorite bench between the Kennedy building and the Eyring Science Center. It was peaceful there; there weren't too many students around and I was partially blocked from view by some mostly dead shrubbery.

I decided to look up a conference talk (read it here) to listen to on my phone while I enjoyed my lunch. I got my earphones out of my backpack and put them on the bench on my sandwich. That left both hands free to take the case off my phone so the ear jack would go in all the way. I turned back to my earphones and froze. There, sitting on one of the ear buds, was a bee. As I watched in horror, the bee climbed off the bud and onto my sandwich. The nerve!

Now, this was a delicate situation because I'd had run-ins with bees on campus before, and those haven't ended well. Mostly they ended with me dancing around like a fool while people slowed down to stop and watch the crazy girl swat at what they thought was nothing. This time, I was determined to solve the situation with as little hubbub as possible.

I calmly gathered my volleyball shoes and ear phones, and put my phone back in its case so I could make a quick get-a-way. As I stood by the bench, watching the bee, I pretended to be texting on my phone so people wouldn't think I was crazy while I was keeping my eye on the bee. When no one was watching, I made my move, but a swift kick to the sandwich did little to faze the bee.

 I had just about given up my sandwich as lost when the bee crawled onto the bench. With renewed energy, I swiped my sandwich and ran for dear life. Still afraid of the bee coming back for my sandwich, I bolted down my meal and dreamed of a world with no bees.