Express.

I've debated about how to blog about this for a long time.  Did you know I struggle expressing my feelings? Well...I do.  It's hard for me to publicly express really anything personal. That's why I always blog about pointless things. :)

Don't get your panties in a bunch...this isn't anything deep.  I just want you all to know I have AMAZING people in my life.  This may be cheesy and  corny and any  other adjective that emphasizes that I know this is a bit lame, but this is how I express myself.   So enjoy.  Or don't. Whatever. :)

The other day as I was running jaunting, this song came on my i-pod.  And I thought to myself--Self: this pretty much sums up how you feel about the people in your life.

 I've heard it said

That people come into our lives for a reason

Bringing something we must learn

And we are led

To those who help us most to grow

If we let them

And we help them in return

Well, I don't know if I believe that's true

But I know I'm who I am today

Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit

As it passes a sun

Like a stream that meets a boulder

Halfway through the wood

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you

I have been changed for good

It well may be

That we will never meet again

In this lifetime

So let me say before we part

So much of me 

Is made of what I learned from you

You'll be with me

Like a handprint on my heart

And now whatever way our stories end

I know you have re-written mine

By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring 

By a wind off the sea

Like a seed dropped by a skybird

In a distant wood

Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you

I have been changed for good

And just to clear the air

I ask forgiveness

For the thing I've done you blame me for

But then, I guess we know

There's blame to share

And none of it seems to matter anymore

Who can say if I've been 

Changed for the better? 

But, because I knew you,

I have been changed for good. 

The Crap in my Head

Soooo here's a look inside this little head of mine...

Country Chicken sandwiches from Arctic Circle remind me of middle school.

peanut butter oreos are the shiz.

College is fun. 

Sara  B. is my home dog.

I need to see my family.

Planning a wedding is not fun. 

Three hours is too long to be in church. 

Three and a half hours is way too long to be in class.

I'm not getting married.

Maybe planning my own wedding will be fun. 

I'm going to save the world someday.

I like nesquick

Life is moving right a long. 

Pretty soon it will be summer.

Then things will change again.

I'm not ready for that to happen. 

On the subject of PB

PB=Public Bathrooms.

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I hate them.  I actually hate all bathrooms really.
Here's something I bet you didn't know about me. I'm pee shy. My bladder has it's own personality and apparently it's opposite from my regular personality.

You see I thrive on awkward, quiet moments where I can weasel in and create a scene of amazing-ness.  My bladder, not so much.  It struggles performing in the silence.  If there isn't a fan or some other kind of noise in the bathroom, I have to turn on the tub.  My bladder is so needy.

Anyway, back on track.  In PB, there isn't a tub to turn on.  So  naturally, I hate them.
I hate them even more when there are other people in them at the same time I am.
I hate them even more when there aren't any of the paper seat covers.
I hate them even more when they are out of toilet paper in every stall except for the one that some lovely forgot to flush.
I hate them.

That's all.

The Vay-Kay

 Christmas this year brought me and the family to sunny Arizona.....

 We had our annual Christmas eve caroling.....

 A visit to the temple lights....

 Rainforest Cafe....

and some good ol' family times. :)

Guys, I'm losing my mind.

Yup. The marbles are lost.
I don't know what is the problem, but I am literally going CRAZY.
Yesterday I had a rather large bill in my wallet.  I was wondering to myself if the gas station would be able to break it.  This thought actually went through my mind......
"I'll just rip it in half and give them half."
And I really thought it was a good idea.
I thought I was a genius.

But alas...I'm not.  I'm just nuts.