Cars are jerks...

One of my friends called me the other day. She has cancer. Thyroid cancer.

She's not dying or anything. She's going to be fine. But she asked me to help her out for a couple days while she was in surgery. So Monday night I babysat and helped her husband out while she was staying the night at the hospital.

They have a paper route to help earn a little extra money. They get up REALLY early in the morning to take off for this morning indevor. I went to watch the girls while David left for the paper route.

I felt it best not to stay the night so I arrived EARLY in the morning. Earlier then I should have. I didn't want to wake up David so early in the morning so I stayed out in my car for a half an hour (which is how early I got there).

I was driving my mom's car. It's a Prius and if anyone knows what a Prius is like they are VERY quite. Almost too quite. You're not even sure if the engine is on. Which makes sleeping very easy to do.

So while I was sleeping I all of a sudden hear this loud noise. I shoot up from my reclined position and look around expecting too see someone bouncing on my car and trying to get in. (It isn't the best of neighborhoods where my friends live).

I see no one around and look down at my car which is purring loudly. I realized I accidently hit the gas peddle in my sleep.

I give the car a dirty look and with a mind that is mostly asleep except for the little part of the brain that is perfectly aware that I just embarrassed myself is say to the car, "Jerk." Laid back down and went to sleep.

Cars and a novel

You'd think with how exciting my life gets that I would post more often. But alas I am lazy. That's really what it boils down too. Or maybe I'm just so busy that I don't have time to post hummmm? Well either way I don't post often enough.

But that's not what this post is about today. I've got some pictures so we'll start with those.........Ok so maybe no pictures today. Blogger.com is being dumb. But I'll try to upload some at another time.

So what's so exciting that I had to take pictures of it so everyone could fully comprehend the crazyness of what has happened to me?

Well I was in a car accident.

I'M ALL RIGHT!! In case you were wondering and please don't freak out. I'm am perfectly ok. My car isn't and after this is all over the other guys insurance primiums won't be ok either. He has a lot to answer for.

Luckily for me there were already police on the scene who saw everything.

What happened?

Well I was driving home from on the freeway on Saturday morning. It's about a thirty minute drive. I had just left my girlfriends home for a Friday Night Girls Night with my Hollaback Girls. Yes that's what I call them. They are some of the coolest people ever. We are very nerdy and it makes for a wonderful time.

So anyway back to the car crash. I was driving home and about 9:30 am I come across another accident that had already taken place on the freeway. Everyone was slowing down moving into the left lane of the freeway. Trying their best to avoid hitting each other but oh so trying hard to see EVERYTHING that was going on at the side of the rode.

Only problem is, the guy behind was the only one NOT trying to slow down. I see this and try to get out of his way but I didn't move fast enough and he hit my bumper on the drivers side. I spun around and was facing the opposite direction sliding into the median. The median is basically two car lanes wide of grassy, desert sort of land. So luck would have it that I landed in mostly soft dirt. And the luck wouldn't end there but my car did do one thing I didn't think it could do.

It rolled.

Twice.

I landed on my wheels by no engineering of my own. I sat there for a few minutes trying to figure out what had happened. I actually feared that I had gone as far as to the other side of the freeway with on coming traffic. I had braced myself for a few more hits but when none came I knew that I was still in the median. I couldn't tell because there was so much dirt on my car and in puffy clouds around me that I couldn't see anything.

Because of the other accident there were already policemen, firemen, and paramedics on the scene. The firemen arrived first and asked if I was ok and if I hurt anywhere. My back was killing me. It actually had been bothering me for a few days and I had every intention of going to a chiropractor that very day. Oh well, looks like that's not happening.

The firemen upon hearing my back was hurting would not let me move. My airbags did not deploy and the firemen warned me to keep my hands away from the front of my body. I guess they could go off at any moment and my hands would hit my body at a harmful speed. (What good are these things again?)

The firmen put a neck brace on me and lifted me out of my car (through my door mind you, no jaws of life needed here) and strapped me to a stretcher. I was handed over to my very own paramedics and they took me to St. Lukes Hospital where I stayed for two more hours waiting for them to tell me my back was not broken or fractored.

All the while I was trying to call my folks but gave it up when no one answered and when I realized I wouldn't know what to tell them anyway. I didn't know where I was going and when you called your parents after you've been in an accident you don't just tell them without giving them something to do. Sitting and waiting is not a parent thing to do, they need something to do. If I didn't have a place for them to go I wouldn't know what they could do to keep themselves from panicing.

So when I got into the ambulance I was informed of where I was going and called my lil' brother. He got a hold of my parents. My bro got there first and eventually I saw my mom. Dad and my nephew showed up later.

I got x-rays and a CAT-scan done. When they determined that all was well they realesed me.

I am going to a doctor today though just in case. A back doctor one of those that can really tell me what's going on. Or at least point me in the right direction.

On the plus side I changed my major. I'm back to english with a emphasis in writing. And ever since then the stories have been rolling into my brain. I already have an idea for a novel. I'm excited. :)

I get to go here October 17th!!

Thought you'd like to know :)

*Edit* October 18th, 2006

And it was amazing!!

Forgot something...

I was talking with Riri about our trip and had a hard time deciding on what was the best part of the different places we went too. We never came up with the best but we did come up with the best in certain categories. Since I've already talked about Universal Studios I'll let you know what we decided was the FUNNIEST part of the trip and it's something I forgot to mention in the last post.

Ironically enough it was also the "scariest" part of the trip too (besides the monsoon thing).

It was the haunted house. They took all of their scary movies, mostly Van Hellsing (which I haven't seen) and put them in a freaky looking house. There were things jumping out at us. Every dark corner had something scary lurking in it, with it's evil eyes watching, waiting. Whether there were actually people there or not sometimes we didn't know. They did such a great job in making this place scary that you THOUGHT there was something there even if there wasn't.

We were running away from anything that jumped out to grab us. The poor guy who was going through with us (someone we didn't know but happen to go through at the same time) didn't know if he should stay away, protect, or just laugh at us. We were nearing the end. We knew it was going to be the last room.

The last room is always the scariest room. It's the one with the freakiest creature who has the scariest roar (never a scream always a roar they are scarier), and there is always a strobe light. Why is there always a strobe light? Because it disorients you. And why do they want to disorient you?

BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU STUPID SILLY TO GET OUT OF THERE WHEN THE SCARY MONSTER COMES AFTER YOU THAT'S WHY!!!

So here we are facing the doorway to the last room. It's also the doorway to the room before we reach sunlight. Which means we'll be back in the world where things a normal and not scary. My left hand is pushing aside the strips of ragged cloth covering the doorway and my right hand is being held tightly by Riri who is frantically shaking her head at me insistent that she IS NOT going through that doorway. Well I decided we would have non of that and I pulled her through.

And I regretted it.

We are running and I'm trying to push Riri past me and I'm thinking we might actually get through this without the scary monster.

That is until a HUGE fury dark creature jumps in front of the strobe light (always in front which only causes you to be even MORE disoriented) and Riri is screaming.

I am too of course but that's not important. What is important is I lost my sandal. That is very important because this means I have to GO BACK to get it.

Now please understand the situation we were in. In reality the big fury creature is really a man in a costume. There was a lady standing there as a guide to help poor helpless people through and is probably CPR certified in case someone has a heart attack or in other events loses their sandal. But I was immersed in the fun of it all and was too terrified to realize what the reality was. All I saw was a big fury creature infront of a strobe light that made him even scarier and my sandal was inches away from me and I was terrified to go and get it like a normal person. You know someone who knows that the big scary fury creature isn't real and knows the strobe light is nothing more then a fast blinking light.

No I had to be as low to the ground as I could be, on the balls of my feet mind you not laying down, reaching as far as my arm would go without actually having to get any closer to the big fury dude. I'm reaching out, hold back, reaching out and holding back as if my hand would be torn off if I even think about grabbing my sandal.

In the back of my mind I saw the helper who knows CPR trying to get my sandal for me and I'm sure she just wants to fall down with laughter at me. But I think the sick part is I was actually enjoying the stupid silly scaredness I was in. Go figure

I finally snatched my sandel which is different from grabbing or retrieving? Why is it different? Because a snatch is quick and usually followed by a fast arm flailing run away from whatever is behind you.

Which is what I did.

And that my friends is one of the funniests things we did at an amusement park. The other funny part is later on in the week.

Captain Log: Star Date Part III Rest of Sunday night and Monday

Upon arriving to the home of our host family we were engaged from the get go. I told Riri all the details I could about the two girls and their parents. I said, "I won't be surprised if PGG (Princess Girly Girl) is sobbing in tears when you leave. She'll love you. PS (Princess Seriously) loves to tease and is boy crazy. And the parents well...they are amazing." I was being teased from every member of the family the moment we walked to the door (except PGG who likes to tease as well but was too excited about our arrival and couldn't understand why everyone else in the family was making us wait in the doorway insisting we couldn't come in). I always get nervouse about bringing strangers to this family, I get even more nervouse when I'm not in the room. I know the world isn't about me but this family is very good at making it clear that they love to find MORE reasons to make fun of me. In a kind loving way of course.

Luckily for me I make it a point to be open about the silly/annoying/airheaded things that I do. Laugh at your self first and the world laughs with you sort of thing. Also, neither Riri nor the host family have had much exposure to my various quirks quite yet. That I'm sure is yet to come.

The host mother and I have a love for Grey's Anatomy and since I haven't had TV for about three months I haven't seen many episodes lately. Even if they are being recycled right now I still haven't seen them all. So we stayed up for a while said family prayer, which, by the way, they make me say the first night of EVERY visit I make. Which makes me feel wonderful because they want me to feel part of the family but nervouse because I'm still very shy about praying in front of people.

It's good for me, builds character from what I hear.

So while Riri hit the perverbial hay, I stayed up with host mom to chat and watch Grey's Anatomy. And got some advice as well.

So we had every intention of going to Disneyland on Monday, California Adventure on Tuesday, Seaworld on Wednesday, the beach Thursday, and Universal Studios Friday (if we felt the need. It wasn't a priority).

When we got there the only part of our plans that stayed the same was our scheduled beach day. The people who I've stayed with every time I've gone down to California since returning from my mission were instrumental in the change of our plans. As they are So-Cal vetrans we heeded their every bit of advice and infinite wisdom. Well almost every bit of advice. When we didn't take their advice we always said, "They are always right. We need to remember that."

So the weather around there was a bit cloudy which equals cooler then usual. Since Universal Studios is more inland they suggested me do Universal on Monday and do Seaworld (which is close to the coast) on Friday. We took there advice and had tons of fun.

There's something about being in theme parks that just makes you feel like a kid. But when you are an adult, who thinks clearly and plans neatly without the fears of tantrums you can get though a suprisingly large amount of activities. We planned our day so well we only missed one or two attractions. The 4-D Shrek movie was awesome. The chairs move. Backdraft was cool cause this time around (I've been in once before) I actually got what they were trying to say about the fire. It was pretty cool and makes me want to watch the movie now.

The best though in my opinion was the Back Lots Tour. Everything else was cool but there's something about the special effects that makes it way cool. We also went on The Return of the Mummy. Which at one point makes you feel like you have sarub beattles crawling around your feet (it's all in the dark too) and I kicked my feet so much and so hard that I ended up needing a bandaid cause my little two was bleeding. It was no small cratch either a good hunk of skin came off. Only I have the talent to do that.

The rest of this post will show some pictures and I'm going to try and get a movie clip on here too.

Didn't trust anyone with my camera so we took seperate pictures. This is Shrek's home. That little girls is totally going to bust his chops for being late when he comes out.

I'll Figure something out...I always do

Some one asked her blog readers to write about a typical day in their lives. I happen to be one of her blog readers and decided to write about my typical day. "But," I thought to myself, "my days are not typical. They are never typical."

Don't get me wrong. I have the usual things that I need to do. But something always comes up. Take my day today for instance. But to really understand my day today I have to start with last night.

I have trouble sleeping sometimes, I'm not an insomniac I just have an overactive brain that won't let me sleep for an hour after I go to bed. I also like being on the internet doing this, that, and the other. But I am CONSTANTLY trying to put myself on a schedule. It starts with the night before being in bed by 10:30 pm.

To try and cultivate this habit I take a sleeping pill an hour before I want to sleep. Last night worked perfectly. Unfortunatly I was SO tired when I was heading to bed that I did not set my alarm clock correctly. Which means only one thing. I over slept.

My day (at least on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) should work something like this.

5:30 am - wake up get ready for school. (If I was motivated the night before I have a breakfast, lunch, and dinner made since I live no where near my school and will be gone all day. I also have my clothes picked out for the day, clean clothes).

6:15 am - out the door to beat early morning traffic any later and I'll be pushing to get to school on time.

7:15 am-10:30am - various classes I have during those hours (currently three)

10:40-12:oopm - I study, read textbooks, and do homework

12:00pm-12:30pm - I eat lunch. (Breakfast is eaten during my first class, my teachers cool that way)

12:40 - 1:30pm - last class for the day

2:00pm - 5:00pm - study, homework, and read text books

5:00pm - 6:00pm - work out mostly for sanity rather then health reasons. I have to go and do things.

6:00pm - 7:00pm - eat and go on the internet

7:00pm - 8 or 9 (depending on my mood) - more study (of course Friday is date night and must be more flexible. If homework is not finished I do it on Saturday)

This is actually what happened today

6:30 am - my eyes pop open and I notice two things that are not usual when I wake up 1) It's lighter in my room then it should be 2) I feel more rested then I should be. My eyes haven't cleared yet but I know my lock is not reading 5:30am.

Thing is my teacher for my first class made a huge deal about being late. She says if you are going to be late I don't want you in class. If you are leaving earlly don't come to class.

So I rush thinking, "No time for shower, no time for food, no time for nice hair. It's a hat and sweats today." And then I look at the time and think, "I won't make it anyway, I'm taking a shower."

So I miss my first class. It's only the third day of school. Dang it

8:00 am - get to school sit in car and listen to a book on my iPod. This turns out to be a big mistake that I regret for reasons to be disclosed later.

8:40 - 10:30 pm - go to my other classes have great time

10:40 - 12:00pm - grab a subway sandwich and find a place to get homework finished for my other class that's due today. Realize that I don't need to finish ALL of the questions just some.

By noon I have lots finished, I eat and get ready for my class at 1:40 pm. Wait 1:40 pm, that's not right, I'm sure you are all thinking that and you look back up at my actual schedule to see if you read it wrong. No you didn't read it wrong. I forgot when my class started. It's no use having a day planner I guess. If I don't remember no amount of writing it down will keep me from forgetting. I, thinking I have lots of time, go to the river and soak my feet in the water. Go to find my class and realize too late that I missed my class.

My teacher was in her office though and she accepted my homework and said, "I've heard every excuse in the book but not that one." And I left with her laugh still ringing in my ears.

Then I go to audition for a choir but didn't actually have to do anything, he just let me in the choir. I love it when he does that. I get some books and then head to do some more study. Decide I want to play some games on my cell phone instead.

Finally get to studying around 3:00 and get a lot done. Get ready to go to dinner around 5:00. Get in my car and it won't start. Remember how I said I stayed in my car before I went to class. Well, I have a little ritual that I do when I'm parking. I put on my emergency break, open my car door, HEAR THE CAR DING LETTING ME KNOW MY LIGHTS ARE ON, and turn off my lights. Well guess what I didn't hear this time.

Yeah, so almost 10 hours later my car won't start. I spend two hours trying to find someone to help jump start my car. I end up having to do it twice! At two different places. By the time I figured out that my battery was seriously dead and needed replacing it was time for me to go home. A whole day of studying wasted.

You see I make plans. But something always comes up. Always.

Captions Log Stardate-Sunday Part II

So eventually we made it to Las Vegas safe and sound. We stayed up (way too late in my opinion) waiting for LV Friend to put her cranky son to bed. It was nearly one before my head finally hit a pillow. I'm sorry but after driving all day I wasn't willing to do the polite guest thing and stay up to chit chat. But all the same the people were really nice and the kid was cute.

Sunday we decided to go to church. I found out from my So-Cal family that it was mearly 3 hours to get from LV to Riverside. So At 11:30am we went to church and decided to stay for all three hours. Which was enjoyable because I really do enjoy church.

But then Sunday school started. Not that the lesson was bad I just had trouble paying attention because of some guy that wouldn't stop looking at me.

I walk into the Relief Society Room and immediatly get approached by a guy that I smiled to earlier in the hallway. He was dark skinned, late 30's, and VERY friendly. A little too friendly if you know what I mean. He came right up to me, introduced himself (his name escapes me at the moment). I gave him my name (it's only the polite thing to do) and he responds with, "You are very pretty." Now this is not the polite you look nice you-are-pretty comment. It was the creepy I-want-to-touch-your-hair-you-are-pretty comment. I have to say I never kept my eyes from looking in just one direction so hard in my life. Nor have I ever had eyes focused on me for so long in my life.

We ended up back in the chapel for Relief Society since it was a 5th Sunday and combined with the men. We sat in the waaaay back. My admireer was sittting up in the front. He didn't look back nearly as much but...I could tell something was working in his mind. Sure enough he came up and made his way to the back of the chapel.

He sat down next to our LV Friend and after a moment of staring now not just as me but at Riri he leaned over and whispered something to LV Friend. I didn't hear anything but after some whispering between the Admirer which ended him leaving the chapel all together Riri found out what happened and said to me, "We should be thanking LV Friend after this. She just told him we both have boyfriends."

Though that did stop him from making any more advances it didn't stop him from staring. The elders were sitting almost directly to the other side of me and were laughing the whole time. I kept pulling funny faces and wondering how the heck this was going to end.

Luckily it ended with us leaving swiftly after church. We drove past the LV Temple. Never been there myself and it is very pretty. We hopped on the freeway and went crusing past the LV Stripe. That is we crused for about 10 miles when all of a sudden the traffic came to a dead halt. We CRAWLED our way to Primm. About 20 miles outside of LV and the last place to gas up before hitting California. You don't want to wait until after Primm cause the next stop it's WAY to exspensive. It took us TWO hours to get to Primm. Which was funny because we thought we'd be close to Riverside by that time. No such luck. We stayed there ate dinner at a crappy buffet and took off.

And ended up at Riverside near 9 or 10. Leaving our grand admirer behind. Luckily for us....

"M" Captions Log Stardate: Don't even know what that means...

*We'll just stick with Saturday Night Part I*

It was a dark and stormy night....

Oddly enough that's what it ended up being. But first lets begin at well the beginning. My ship mate, we'll call her Riri, and I took off from Boise around noon. She had enjoyed a blessed time at the temple and I was running around like crazy getting things ready for the coming week of frivolity.

We drove for a good long ways with no problems. We decided to take the 93. This goes through Nevada. The other way down would be to go through Utah. Which is the way I know. I hear there are many ways to get to California but I don't know them all.

That's where we were going. Southern California! 10 days of non stop excitment and fun. It was a two day trip down and back. We took my little car, er, I mean spaceship, that had never seen anything beyond Boise, Idaho. The poor thing was in for some shock.

You see, before we even reached Las Vegas, which was our first stop for the trip, my little spaceship went through something it had never endured before. Heck I'VE never endured it before. It was a...

!!!Desert Monsoon!!!

Who ever heard of such a thing? I hadn't. You see in Idaho the saying goes, "If you don't like the weather just wait 10 minutes and it will change." Apparently Nevada has never experienced that kind of weather before! So it's dark out, totaly pitch black because there are NO cities (we had passed a sign saying the next city wouldn't be for another 91 miles) no lamp post, not anything we could call civilization. And then the lightening starts.

That part was actually pretty cool though Riri mentioned it was blinding. I didn't have much problems with that and I was the one driving. But then the rain started. And it got harder and harder and harder until finally I had to pull over. I could not see a thing. This is when we figured we wait until it died down. At one point it lightened up a bit but once I got one the road it would rain harder again and I'd have to pull over.

The sickest part of the whole thing was the other cars. There weren't many of them but when they came back they came by FAST!! I couldn't believe how fast they were going. I kept thinking to myself, "I can't believe I'm afraid of a stupid rain storm. What is wrong with me?" Then we make a phone call to the friend in LV. We are using my phone because Riri's does not have sevice at this time. It went something like this:

Riri: Hey, we are about an hour or two outside Las Vegas but we ran into this horrible rain storm. Caption's pulled over and we are going to wait it out but it doesn't seem to be letting up. Can you look at the news and see what's going on?

Pause

Riri: A WHAT!?!

Pause
Riri: You have got to be kidding me?

Riri turns to me: We are in a monsoon!

Me: That can't be, aren't they tropical? They must be over exhaggerating.

Riri relays this messege to our LV friend.

Pause

Riri: No that's what the weather man is saying, it's a Desert Monsoon. We are in the beginning of the season. They GET THEM ALL THE TIME!

Pause

Riri: Great! (turns to me) we are in a flash flood warning zone and she says it's just staying where it is. It's not moving.

As Riri and LV friend discuss where we should meet once we get there (and Riri mentioning we might not actually make it alive) I weigh our options. Every few minutes a car comes by very fast. We could follow one, they obviously know what they are doing. "But you don't. You could get killed doing that." We could just wait until it's over. "Hello! Flash Floods, monsoon not moving remember?" But I can't see anything. I've already drivien on the wrong side of the road. I could get us killed.

I hear Riri finally off the phone mention something about the wake up strips along the sides of the road. I start forming a plan catching on to what she is saying. We'll go slow, stay on the wake up strips so I know I'm not going to get us killed by running into on coming traffic, and pull over when ever I see someone coming behind us. I Put the car in gear and we head off.

10-15 mintues later the sky is suddenly clear, the rain is gone competly not even a drizzle remains, and the moon is out. As quickly as it came it was gone. But we could see the lightening in my review mirror and Riri says, "Drive. Drive fast don't let that thing catch up to us." She didn't have to tell me twice.

Since I've been home I decided to do a little research on Desert Monsoons. Still a little skeptical they even exsist. Come to find they are very real. It has less to do with climate and more to do with geography. Who knew?

And that was our first night on the road. We knew it was going to be a very interesting trip.

More Remodeling Pictures

This here is one side of the house in our back yard-->
This is our back door as of two months ago

This is the other side of the house
The last pictures I showed did not quite do the exsentive work we are undertaking justice.

A Weekend Week

No one could be more lucky then I for I have had a weekend week.

What is a weekend week you ask? It's a full week of weekend activities.

Birthday parties both surprise and regular (for the same person no less), the rodeo, Tribond, dip dip, firesides, the air force, the Taliban, Red Robin, FHE, BBQ's, mosquitoes (all 19 bites, counted them all), parades, pony rides, bull ridin', bronco buckin', mutton bustin', cattle ropin', Pioneer Day, sun burns, pinices, attempts to set people up, wedding planning, and other such various activities.

Who wouldn't want to me after reading all of that?

I have not spent one night at home since last sunday without being out and about doing something until the very late hours of the night. Tonight is the first night that I have not gone out and done something with a bunch of people. I'm sure there was an activity tonight but since I dropped my phone in a cooler full of melted ice, a.k.a really cold water, I'm sure I would have gotten the invite. Or there was no activity because everyone is just as tired as I am.

I'm not that tired I guess because I'm still awake at almost 1 in the morning. Just finished reading Pride and predujice. I have to say there is probably no one that as had a better well rounded week then I.

I discovered that I enjoy being at the rodeo much more then one probably should but growing up in Idaho one can hardly blame me for it. Though I must inject that my favorite bull rider is from Temecula, CA. He got the highest score of any of the riders that night and he's from my mission. You can hardly blame me for professing nothing but undying love for him. Anyone that can ride a rampaging bull and live to tell the tale can hardly be considered unworthy of such devotion (I must remind my readers to read just about everything I put on here as if I speak with tongue in cheek. If I do write in a serious manner I will make sure to warn my readers before hand).

Pioneer Day was great. My dad and nephew were in the parade and my mom even ventured out. I must say having my dad be in the bishopric has been good for my family. They get out much more then usual. Though they complain a bit I remind them of the same things they used to say to me, "It's good for you. Builds character." It was awfully hot I guess it got to be 108 yesterday which for Idaho is very hot but I had the pleaser of helping where I was needed (that was the only real reason why I stayed after the parade, our ward was in charge for some activities) and I got to enjoy the pleasure of seeing a dear former companion of mine. It was one of the many tri-companionships I enjoyed. She and Sister Russell were the companions that took me in after I had been sent unexpectedly home from the MTC. I found out she is moving to Nampa and there was no end to my joy. I'm a little surprised that she would want to live here, but I guess she and her husband (who was a district leader of ours) liked it here that much when they served here.

The house is coming a long great though I am having trouble not being uneasy with the increase of bugs in our home. Flies are the least of my worries for I think I might have killed a hobo spider today. One of which I almost stepped on. If you do not know what a hobo is just know they are has deadly as black widows, almost as fear, and more in numbers. Ever since I killed it I've been feeling creepy crawlies on me all day.

Eich!

But other then that I have to say that my felicity (P&P words are great) knows no bounds at this present state I am at liberty to be in. :)

Rattle, rattle, rattle

Except it's very fast and consistant. What am I talking about? The air conditioner that is no longer outside but above my head is making anthing not screwed down tightly rattle.
That's right, for the next few months while we are remodeling we have the air conditioner in the room that is missing a wall. So we can continue to have a cool summer my room is going to hum and rattle.

My joy knoweth no bounds.

Remodeling and more drawing stuff.

Well it's official. There is no turning back. At least not for my folks it isn't. We've come to the point of full swing remodeling our home. Have some niffty pictures to post up. And then I recently did a drawing that I'm rather proud of. Now I forwarn you that a picture does not do it justice. It isn't the best thing in the world but it's mine and it at least resembles what I was trying to do. Whether you'll be able to tell what it is via the internet is yet to be determined.

Instead of going out last night I decided to get some homework done. Someone tried to ask me on a date but it's the same guy that's been trying to "just be my friend" but he's hopeful to a fault and it's time for me to back slowly away. So last night is when I did this drawing. Since we are remodeling we had to turn off our dish network *GASP* but we are surviving. Mom's watching old recordings of shows she likes to keep her sanity and I've been listening to lots of books on my iPod. Love that thing. So I've been catching up on my Narnia loar while I draw. Which has been wonderful. C.S. Lewis was a simple writer and gift most do not have. He knew how to say the right things is the best simpliest way. It's fanastic to listen to.

Alright here are the pictures enjoy!
So all of this remodeling is going on while we are living at home. And there might come a time when it'll be winter and it's still not done. We aren't for sure if that's going to happen. We'll see I guess.

Those three little words....

There are three little words in the english language that make my stomach tie up in knots, my knees buckle, and my face flush...those three little words are...

What is it?

You see when you are an artist (or someone who is trying to be one) and you draw something you hope that someone will recognize what it is. Well, unfortunatly I'm not as talented as I had hoped (which is why I'm taking this class in the first place right?)

Well now we are in the phase of value. The difference between light and dark or shading. Something I've always wanted to do. I can do simple things like outlining but when it comes to giving something depth...well lets just say I've been asked, "What is it?" a lot lately.

On the upside I see a difference in my drawing and my patience in myself as I'm drawing. So there ya go.

An Ideal Husband

The president of our Relief Society is a girl I've known for ages. We've been in the same ward since she and her family moved here from Eagle ten years prior. She about three years younger then me and quite a bit more serious but a sweetheart and perfect for the president position. She was told by our bishop to choose the best woman in the ward to be the secretary of our little women's association.
Seeing as the best woman in the ward was currently engaged in another calling she chose me.
Since then we have done things together on occasion to get to know one another better. We've discovered that we have a great sort of friendship. I'm willing to talk the night away and she is most willing to listen. Tonight we went out for Italian food (which has decided to make me burp garlic all night) and then we watched the movie, "An Ideal Husband". Which is a british comedy about scandle and the triumph of love.
It's the perfect movie to watch because it trully depicts what I am looking for in a relationship. Two people being very good friends and adoring another only to find out "Surprise!" that they actually love another. There is, of course, lots of other things going on, did I mention there was scandle involved?
But you see Pres and I were talking about the whole idea of falling in love and how it happens. She's a sucker for romance where I, being older and well more cynical, have realized that the sparks and romance is only half the battle. Actually it's more like smoke and mirrors and can play a dirty trick on the mind and heart.
If used carefully and for the good that passion can be pretty useful but only in the right circumstances. Which I've never had the pleasure of encountering.
Someone told me once that he didn't treat me the way someone should in a serious relationship. That he treated me like crap and I loved him anyway. The only thing I could think of was, "Well why don't you treat me properly so I can know what it feels like? Then the next time someone is treating me badly I'll know it for what it is."
I don't want to be single for the rest of my life but then again I don't want to marry the wrong person. There for I date whomever comes a long but run away when they show the slightest interest because the commitment becomes more then I can bear.
It's a rather silly mess I've gotten myself into.

Real puppets aren't cool anymore

The youngest age living at my home is 19. And they just moved out to their own place. I'm now the youngest person in my home. I'm 23. I watch things like Gilmore Girls, Everwood, and Grey's Anatomy (that's just a recent development).
I'm in California visiting some friends and I'll be watching their kids this weekend as they head to a wedding in Utah. They youngest they have in their house is 6. (Or at least I think she's 6) Yesterday while I was getting ready for the day I was left alone with Princess Girly Girly (PGG). It was a holiday so there was no school. She was chillin on the couch and I see on the tv bare hand puppets? I'd never seen a kids show like it. They have eyes and wigs attached to the hands. The thumb is used as the bottom of the mouth and the rest of the fingures are the top of the mouth. It was...interesting to watch.
When I was a kid puppets were real puppets. I watched Eurika's Castle. There were dragons and fairies and wizards. They were real puppets. But I guess you have to be different. You can't do things the same as everyone else. Real puppets just aren't cool anymore.

Fight or Flight

Gray's Anatomy season finale was based on the old (well old to me anyway) technical term "fight or flight."

I always thought of myself as a fighter. Who didn't run away from confrontation. It's not that I'm not afraid. I just don't like wasting time.

But then I wonder, am I really the type that stands and fights? Or am I the type to fly away when faced with serious conflict?

I look back on those moments in time when I felt like I was out of control and in pain. And I wanted to run. But then I never did and I never do. I WANT to but I never seem to make it. Why is that?

I think there's more to the theory then scientists and doctors know. Sure you have the fight. Standing there like an idiot and taking your hits whether you have the skills or not. Or....

there's the flight AND coming back to kick A$$!!

I went running on our new tread-mill tonight after I watched Gray's Anatomy. Making plans in my head to run away for the weekend by myself to McCall. A little city in the mountains about 2 hours northeast of here. Beautiful area. As I stepped on to the tread-mill I intended to run until I couldn't think any more while I listened to Rob Thomas. I wanted to forget about my problems, forget about how confused and emotional I've been lately. Run away from the memories of recent events. I just wanted to listen to music and run as far and as fast as I could.

But instead of letting my mind wonder from my woes the music brought me back. I started applying the words to my problems and I saw my enemy in my minds eye and said, "You can't have me!" Yes, I think in those terms. I think a lot about Christ and Satan and about the influences they have on me (Read 2 Nephi 28:20 and 2 Nephi 33:1 and you might understand why).

And I felt the fight come back to me. Which made me run stronger (not faster cause I was on a set speed). My steps were surer and my breathing was more calm, relaxed, determined.

I was weak. I couldn't fight and so I had to run away for a little bit. But that just means I'm getting ready to come back and kick some butt. I'm not ready for a full battle yet, but I'm getting there and I know how to get ready.

I feel so alive!

What I learned in College

1 - If I study every day I won't hate my classes.
2 - If I do my homework every day I won't hate my classes.
3 - If I turn my work in on time because I did my homework every day I won't hate my classes.
4 - If I go to my ALL my classes ALL semester I won't hate my classes.
5 - If I get to know my teachers and not be afraid to ask questions I won't hate my classes.
6 - If I plan my time wisely and stick to that plan I won't hate my classes.

Essencially I learned the keys to not hating my classes.

That was a very expensive lesson.

Pictures from my Choir Trip

This is The Gang. From right to left:
Dolly, Lady, Pepper (me), and Kitty. No these are not our real names. We have our own cute little club with cute names. It's funny how we got them. I'll have to tell you about it sometime.



This is in Spokan. Dolly's with me and that's another choir member Kelly. She's an awesome singer. She's nice too which is always a plus.

Some more choir people. The two boys on the end are Seth and Joey. Joey's the one I tried to hav a CTR (Choir Trip Romance) with but he's a slow mover.

Angel's the crazy looking one, Stephanie is next to Dolly, and Petite is another member of our gang.

So I know this looks like a gross picture. But it's a cool story that goes with it. You see while I was in Spokan we sang at a seminary early in the morning. On our way there we saw a "dead" porcupine and this was about six. Hours later we come back and he's still there. There was a crowd of people (like five) around him. My friends wanted to see and I said, "It's dead there's nothing to see." But they went over there anyway. And guess what, IT WASN'T DEAD!! So we stayed there in the middle of the road trying to keep any other cars from hitting it. Now, you would ask, "Who would hit a porcupine? I mean it's huge! Who could miss that?" Well you're right, they wouldn't miss it. There were two other pools of blood showing that it was indead hit more then once. This guy was pretty beat up. We called the police, fire department, vets were all closed, and animal control. Which, btw, is about two hours away! We were there for hours. We thought if it wasn't dead yet it would be. People would offer to have them kill it. Finally we thought maybe we should. But someone, who lives around there, said, "It's against the law." That put us in a tangent about cruelty to animals. We can't kill them because it's against humanity but don't offer any help to them either so they can die a slow and painful death. Yeah, real smart. Basically the only way this guy was going to get any help was if someone put him in their car and drove him to a vet. Only two of us were willing to do that, me and Kitty, but we didn't have a car.

So we waited some more. Finally someone came that knew a vet and the vet said they would get him. We also had someone go and get a couple of shovels. We put a towel over him so he wouldn't shoot quills at us (Yes they shoot quills) and moved him to the side of the road.

Later we found out that he wasn't dieing. He just had a really bad cut on his tail and was playing possum. HE LIVED!!! We were all very excited. When we went to the temple later that day, just after we left him for dead on the side of the road, we (that is Kitty and me) prayed for him. :) Yeah we are bleeding hearts and lame. But it was fun.

Once a missionary....

I've spent the last two hours talking to a couple of people I taught on my mission online. Some great people. One if a former member who was excommunicated and re-baptized. The other a convert hittig her first full year as a member.

It's interesting to see the friendships that were developed. I find myself still teaching them spiritual things even after five months of not teaching.

It's moments like that when I feel as if that mantel wasn't fully taken from me. Cause I find myself getting back into the swing of things like it's no problem.

I miss being a missionary. A lot. I miss teaching people and realizing that I'm wittnessing a miracle right in front me. Then I get online with someone I knew on my mission, someone I taught and I realize I can still have those moments. I can still see the miracle.

It's a sweet thing. To teach the gospel. I feel blessed that I got to do it so often. I hope I never lose sight of those feelings. I hope I get more chances to let them happen.

Blog Lifted

What kind of sports car are you?

I took this idea from another blogger. I don't know if she would want me to post her name so I'll just leave it at that. I thought it would be fun and at the end of it all they made it look pretty easy to post the results on here. I'm going to give it a try and see if it's stupid proof.

I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!

You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.

Hey! It worked

Happy Easter and End of Tax Season

Easter morning was a special morning. My choir sang early (7:30 am) right outside the temple. The fountain was behind us, the rain was over us. Yes it did rain, but only for a few minutes and then with a prayer and faith we were able to continue our production. We sang music that was beautifully created to express what it was like to have the Savior here on this earth.

When "Pilot" started singing, letting the people know that he found no fault with the man Jesus Christ it accured to me for the first time that Jesus Christ really was a man with no fault. He did nothing to warrent so much hatered. I think it helps that I've been listening to the "Kingdom and the Crown" books. All about Jesus Christ. I was surprised to see how well done they were. But Gerald Lund has always been a very good auther.

That moment of realization was a special one for me. :) I love those moments. I remember being in the MTC and reading 3 Nephi 11 with the rest of my district. When we got to verse 10-11 that was another one of those moments when the Savior became more real to me at that moment, He became something more then just someone I grew up hearing about. Those are amazing moments.

The rest of the day was spent at the office. Teaching my grandparents how to efile (which is what I'm doing right now. It takes sometime to process so I had some time to write), and doing homework. I vowed I would never do homework on Sundays. It was a hard thing to realize that if I didn't, I would not be ready for my test on Tuesday. It was one of those ox in the mire type things. But I always as myself, "Was it really? Could I have prevented that?" I'll never know now. I'll just have to try harder to get my work done on time.

And so today is the end of tax season. It was a VERY busy day today.

Crap!

Have you ever put the dishes way forgetting you never started the dishwasher? By the time you remembered all the dishes were put away and you look in the cuboard to realize you can't tell which ones are clean and which are dirty?

Yeah, I just had one of those moment but with a bunch of files I wasn't finished with.

Dang it.

The Big Blue Yonder

The blue is soothing no?

Got Code?

Have you ever read Foxtrot? That comic strip with the genius kid with the equally genius best friend? His family is the "normal" American family and he's thrown in there to suck the nerdy kids into the comic. Every once in a while the dialouge looks something like this:

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Some poeple read it and see the witty punch line at the end of the comic.

I read and say:

"What the crap are they talking about?"

My friend recently changed up her blog. It was way cute with sunflowers and mustard yellow background. I got all excited thinking blogger.com got all creative and put up new templates for the blogs. To my disappointment I did see some new templates but they were not anything like the cute sunflower one I saw. I didn't even see the sunflower one.

My friend, after making fun of me for changing my blog to Barbie pink, gave me the website for where she found her cute blog page. I'm thinking it would be easy to just go and get the page I want right?

WRONGO!

Next thing I see they are all talking about codes.

What?!?!

I know nothing about codes. It all looks like the math homework I should be doing right now. Not only that but my friend also puts up these cool quiz results from different quizes she takes and I when I take them I find out the results but when it gets time to grab the code I look at it all and think to myself:

"If I'm going to do math I'm going to do it for a grade." And I hit my math book. Hard. (I hate that book).

In other news take seasons almost over. WAHOOO! And I survived my crazy speech, two papers, and a test day last week. Now I've got a math test coming up on Tuesday. Yipeee!

R U LDS?

Someone asked me recently on my blogger if I was LDS.

There's only one person that I really know who reads this blog. Anyone else are just people who have passed by to take a peek. But I don't know any of them. Honestly I would not know anyone else was reading this if they had not left a comment on one of my entries.

I have no problem with other people reading this though I don't know why they would. My life is rather boring unless you are involved in it.

Any way, since there really is only one person that reads this blog I don't have to explain what LDS means, but after realizing there are a few people that do come along I'll explain a little about who I am religiously.

I'm sure it's been noticed that I mention a lot about, "On my mission," or ,"Before my mission," or "Since I've been home from my mission." I mention people by Sister a lot too. I recently spent 18 months in California serving as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Or LDS. I've been home for five months now almost six, and even though it was almost half a year since I've been a missionary, it still is a major part of my life. I still have memories and friendships from that experience in my lfe. The one person that reads this on a regular basis that I've mentioned is one such friend who I met while in California. It was she who introduced me to blogger.com and I decided to create this as a way to keep in touch with her.

I have no problem with letting people know my religious affilication. I've been doing that my whole life and refined that art during my stay in California. Any mention of my religion is not to brag or force my views on others. It's a part of who I am. I am a Christian. I believe in Christ and the Atonement and the Ressurection. I believe in a God who love me as a Father and therefore I call him Heavenly Father and I am his daughter. I believe we are all his children no matter what our religious affiliations are. You may be Buddist or Catholic, Muslim or Jew. That is what I believe.

I talk about my religion a lot because it is my life. You talk about the thing you do the most. I've noticed that with people in general. If you have kids you talk about your kids a lot. If you are married you talk about your spouse. If you are single you talk about dating. If you are in a religion that you are involved with not just on Sundays, which I am, then that's what you talk about. That is what I talk about.

So thank you, whoever you were, for noticing that I am LDS. Your question made me realize that since my blog is publicly viewed that maybe I should explain some things. I love answering questions about my religion but that's not the main purpose of my blog. I have a friend who I care about that reads this and I keep her posted on my life. But as long as you respect me and the things I say I have no problem with others reading or commenting on my blog. Feel free. I see no harm.

Bride and Prejudice

For the last few months I've been trying to build relationships with people in my ward. I want to have friends. It's only natural. There is a group of girls that are very appealing to me. They're funny, intelligent, gainfully employed which means they are capable and reliable. They all have callings in our ward and they all do very well at them. Some of them are older, close to 30. Some are close to my age. One of the girls sees everyone as her friend. I can see her quickly becoming a very good friend. Every time there is a social activity she calls me and invites me to go. I've had to say no to every activity but two. The first one was months ago when I first came to this ward. The second was last night.

I had a wonderful time. We had dinner and watched a movie/musical called, "Bride and Prejudice." It's pretty much like the original except there's a) singing and dancing, b)Darsy is an American, c) Elizebeth is Lilita from India. The setting primarily takes place in India. Yep, totally twisted. And it's more modern. I'm not sure I liked the modern flare. What I found funny and pointed out last night was there were at least five or six swear words and no kissing. Not a single kiss throughtout the whole movie. The character playing Miss. Bingly (who, btw, is Indian herself, born but not raised) said to Darsy, "They are like naked wire. Get too close and you'll get a shock of love." Speaking of the native Indian girls. I personally found that rather random.

And so the night continued in much of that fashion. We enjoyed dancing while we sat on the couch trying to mimic the dancers on the movie (they shake their shoulders in a cool fashion) and making fun of it on the way. There was a point when Darsy and Lilita were having a roomantic walk along the beach (in California) and there was a gospel choir singing. They were standing on risers no less. It was a great movie.

So that was how I got to spend my evening. During that time we started making plans to have a trip to California. Am I excited or what? We are planning on bringing lots of people, so, as to not impose on certain charitable and wonderful people who would be more then willing to let us stay with them, we will be getting a condo of the week. But have no fear, I will be coming to visit. We are looking at the beginning of August.

Like I said, I had a great time. It was nice hanging out with a group of girls just chatting about life. There was no need to bring up my less than favorable dating experiences or past issues of misdeeds done to one another becaues they don't know I'm having dating issues (these aren't the type of girls you talk about dating issues with anyway) and we don't have any past misdeeds to try and skirt around. It was just plan normal fun.

Haven't had that in a while. It was great!

iPod Nano Update

So you'd think they would put in the manual how to turn on the stupid thing. I had to go on the support website to discover that, "Oh by the way, to turn on the stupid thing you have to hold the select and menu botton and the same time for 6-10 seconds."

Who would have thought?

But at least now I can listen to my music. And I have the color screen I was hoping for but thought I got cheated out of.

Yay for me!

iPod Nano

iPods started to become pretty popular around here just before my mission. A form relief society president of mine had one and when she told me what it was I responded something like this:

Me: 0_O *blinkblink*

Yeah it meant nothing to me.

So I didn't think much of it until I came back from my mission. All of a sudden I'm getting online and I see these little ad's popping up all over the place. A black shadow of a person jamming to some tunes from a a little white box and little white headphones, with eye catching color changing background to boot. I recognize the little white box as an iPod but that's it. I had no idea that this little ad used to be one of the biggest commercials during my stint from the real world. I discover this as I'm taking a communications class during the time we are discussing the medias influence on world communication.

And the iPods which only belonged to one person I knew is now adorning the ears of basically my whole campus at college. They are everywhere!

A couple days ago one of my friends has one and she lets me borrow it. It's the newer smaller not quite as expensive ones. Without the neat little screen. I think to myself, this is pretty cool.

So I'm telling my mom I'm looking to buy one and the next thing I know we both have one. I've spent some of my day today downloading songs from my cds to the cute little nano.

And wouldn't you know....

...it's not working.

My Mission Reunion

Updates have been scarce because of homework. I've been having the most horrible time trying to catch up on all of the work I've been neglecting. I always seem to find something else to do that seems, "More important," because it will, "Help me get my homework done." Of course while I am doing the, "More important," things my homework sits on my floor or in my computer (online homework) and the due date draws ever closer. And I think, "That's ok, I'll have lots of time."

World meet the queen of procrastination. UGH!!!

My mission reunion was last Friday. I was NERVOUS like you couldn't believe. I left Thursday afternoon but first woke up at 6:30am for a 7:00am hair appointment. I got my hair colored and cut in the latest fashion. Long with layers. I just wanted something that would look cute straight or curly. Then I went to Razzle Dazzle the cosmitology school that's five minutes from where I live and had my nails done. I wanted a french manicure that would make me look smart and flirty. She did a horrible job (she is a student but still it was a horrible job). I decided to be like a magician and move my hands enough where people will see my nails but not long enough to notice how horrible they looked. Slight of hand learned from my older brother in his magincian years, I was his assistant.

I have lunch with a guy that I've been casually dating. I date other people too but he's been the most persistant. Things have developed with him in an unusual way and it makes me very nervous when he starts asking me questions like, "So are you going to miss me?" I of course just make jokes and pretend he's not being as serious as he looks. I'm not ready for a relationship and most especially not ready for a relationship with someone that has all his issues. On my way home last night he kept texting me asking where I was. I knew he would be wanting to see me as soon as possible. He kept calling me while I was gone too. Sigh.

Then I head for Utah. I'm staying with my best friend from high school. We had a falling out shortly after high school and spent the last five years slowly mending that relationship. We realized we love each other too much to throw away something that saved us in high school. We had a blast. We watched the first session of Gilmore Girls that she had on DVD. Her husband was going out of town for a school camping trip he would be getting graded on. Spent Friday morning with him, traveling around finding the best deal on camping gear and getting to know each other while Lyssa went to a sealing for one of her friends. He asked all kinds of questions about what Lyssa and I were like in high school and I think he wanted to know what exactly happened to us after high school. I wouldn't tell him just that we had a falling out. But he is a very innocent kind of guy and personalable. Very nice. I like him.

Their son Cameron is adorable and I spent a lot of time with him this weekend too.

Then the mission reunion came. It was pretty much what I expected it to be. Lots of people I knew, but most of them ignored me. Those that didn't know me came and talked to me. I found out who where my true friends from all of this. Elder Petty came up and gave me the biggest hug. Elder Vernon, Brooksby, the office sisters, and even Hatch gave me a hug. Sister Schmidt was there too. It was good all around. Sister Bradford was there. That was my saving grace and I for her. She came with another elder RM and everyone thought they were boyfriend/girlfriend. But thruth was, they knew each other pretty well before the mission. There were very few people who actually knew Susan from the mission for obvious reasons. So we hung out. She looks great. She's lost tons of weight and is pretty much her wonderful self. I went over to her place after the reunion and we chatted. I caught her up to dateing on my dating life and she reminded me to not settle. It was a good weekend in the way of figuring out that what I have so far is not what I want.

We had a devotional at the reunion. It was exactly what I needed. I'm still trying to recover from some of the bad things that happened on my mission. Trying to figure out how to not feel so crappy about how I was treated by some of the missionaries and to basically let things go. I didn't write down any notes and I wish I had because it would have helped me remember. I don't know what exactly was said, but it was exactly what I needed. I started to realize that what I get out of my mission is what I choose to get out of it. And that I can think about my mission and the missionaries in it without this turning queeziness.

The love that I felt from President and Sister C helped a lot. I didn't think it would matter one way or another if I showed up. But President gave me the biggest hug and looked straight into my eyes and he knew. He looked right through me and he knew how hard it was for me. He didn't know exactly why but he knew that I was struggling. That meant a lot to me, just knowing that he cared. I love that man. I love Sister C. They will always mean so much to me.

The rest of the weekend was wonderful of course. With conference and hanging out with Susan on Saturday. Sunday I left and now I'm back to normal life. It was a good weekend. Thought provoking and enlightening. I have some choices to make. But it will all work out.

Ebay Abuse!?!

Someone tried to steal my graphing calculator I bought and paid for on ebay! I couldn't believe it!
I got a letter this morning stating:

Your payment cleared! I will ship the unit this morning and it should arrive at:
Emily Merrick
339 W. LEMON AVE. XXXXX CA XXXXX
in 2-3 days (estimate provided by USPS). Sorry for the wait.

What?!? I'm not in California. I've never even lived in the city that it stated before I X'ed it out (I feel it inappropriate to give that sort of information. It wouldn't make me any better then that little thief). But I didn't think it would actually be someone who was trying to steal my purchase, I just figured there much have been some simple mistake. How I didn't know, but I couldn't possibly think it was an ebay thief. Until I got a letter back stating:

Ok the address change has been made. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I received an e-mail for someone claiming to be you that requested it be sent to XXXXX. Being new at this whole eBay thing I must have been tricked by a "spoof" message. Your package will still arrive in 2-3 days.

How sad! Why would anyone want to do that. I sent an email back asking him to report that person because it really is not something that someone should get away with. That's just way to easy. Even this guy had not told me my payment had cleared and where exactly the purchase was going I would never had known. It would have been sent off somewhere else and then I would be in the middle of a legal dispute. Outrageous!

So now I'm going to be a little more careful. I'm even going to go as far as write this guy again and ask him what specific information was given to make him think it was me. Cause if there is someone out there poseing as me, well, I'm just going to nip this thing in the bud right now!

Itchy! Itchy! Itchy!!!!

Ok, so I understand that to get the look you want it comes with a price. But honestly does it have to itch this much!?!? I'm seriously going crazy here. I've put every type of lotion on that you can think of. I'm not burnt, my skin is brown. Or as brown as it has ever been in a long long while. Some might argue that I'm still pretty pasty but the cute little heart shape sticker line on my stomach tells me other wise! I put on some aloe just recently and I think it's a little better, but I haven't itched this much since I had the chicken poxs.
The guy I dated before my mission and I have been writing back and forth via work email. I finally told him what some people are saying about him back here. That he's madly in love with me and will be coming back to sweep me off my feet. He wrote back to inform me that though he still has feelings for me he doesn't see himself making the kind of sacrifices needed to be my husband.
Frankly I was fine with that. I'm not upset and I agreed that I felt the same way. He actually has said that he wasn't sure if he should continue sticking around or if he should walk out of my life completely. I told him that was silly that I still wanted his friendship.
Katie - the one that insists that Robert and I are meant to be together still insists that he's denying his feelings. She's always been a little persistant. I think she's wrong though, I don't see it happening.
So that's what's up with me. Itchy skin and the boys are moving in and out of my life. Even James. I have a feeling it's not going to work out, mainly because God pretty much told me I haven't met "the one" yet. That requires a lot more patients then I think I know how to give. But that's the point right, to learn?

Things are starting to settle down...

So here's the adorable couple. Darin gave me this picture yesterday at the choir concert we had last night in Kuna (I know you have no idea where that's at, you'd be shocked that we even call this place a town). The picture actually makes him look thinner then he really is, probably because he's sitting down and he had me to dress him up. :) Or maybe it has something to do with that gorgeous girl sitting next to him.

As he gave me the picture it was in an envelope and I said, "Oh good I thought is was going to be a letter and those are never good." And of course he promptly reached into his jacket and gave me ANOTHER envelope this one SEALED and much thicker then the previous one. Which I responded to with,

"Dang it!" If nothing else I enjoyed the irony, there's no reason why I shouldn't get some kicks out of this whole affair.

And of course he had requests. REQUESTS! How dare you write me a letter and ask for requests. I will not hear of it!

But I heard them anyway.

1) Don't read it now. (Ok, I'll read it 15 minutes from now. >) haha take that requests!)
2) Don't let anyone else read it. (Fine I'll read it to them! Ha! You can't hold me down! Can't, I tell you! CAN'T!!!)

So I read the letter and I was fumming by the end. How dare he accuse me of purposely hurting him and toying with him. I had no such intention. I had nothing to do with those sticken flowers and as far as I was concerned with his accusations towards Aaron and how cruel he was they were nothing but hearsay! And if he did feel like Aaron talked down to people well they are people that have inferiority complexes!

Yeah, I was mad.

So as we were heading into the chapel to sing I walked quickly past Darin and said, "We need to talk after this is over."

I should have picked maybe a better time and place, hopefully make it not so obvious that there is drama going on in my life. But to tell you the truth I'm getting much better about keeping my life my own. People keep coming up to me and asking me who sent me the flowers in choir and I am so grateful that Aaron signed the card, "That One Guy." That way I'm not lying when I talk about the whole thing. I keep it a secret. My life is not to be displayed and I will not have it! I'm so sick of it.

And that's what I told Darin later that night. Every point he gave me I didn't throw it back in his face, but I explained to him what my point of view was. I then thanked him for telling me because if I don't know what the problem is I can't fix it. He said one of his friends suggested he write the letter otherwise he would have pretty much avoided me. If you want me to go into more detail let me know, but for now I'm heading to work.

Oh and James just left today for Utah. We saw each other this weekend and it went very well. Like old friends getting together. After the week I had last week I'm grateful that I can enjoy being with someone and not feel obligated to be a certain way. That I can hang out with him and not feel guilty about not wanting to be more then just friends. Who knows what will happen but honestly I'm not in too much of a hurry. One day, but for now I just need to get to know people. We had sushi and he helped encourage me to do something with Dallas.

So for the most part things are good. And I'm happy. :)

More like this to follow?...