My Life is Like a Sitcom....

Or so says my BFFAEAEAE Kyli Larson. Here is the plot of the sitcom: The star, Annie Fletcher, always has a new boy. Always. And honestly, it's kind of true. haha. She is constantly telling me that every time we talk on the phone I have a new boy toy. (Well, not "boy toy" per se... just boy that I like to frolick with and have decided to be friends with and possibly more friendlier things.. you know. HA!) Well, I have found my new starring boy and until he becomes a more permanent fixture on the show we shall call him Mr. Stalker Bank Man. I have already discussed this name with him and he doesn't like it.. but he probably won't read this blog so what he don't know won't hurt'im! BAHAHAHA. Okay I'm done. So now for the lovely story behind this new boy.

On Monday I was home all by my lonesome all the day long. I pitter patted around the house... cleaned my room, did some chores, watched some Project Runway while I mended some of my clothes (I was inspired). After I was finished with that I had to go to the bank to do all sorts of funsie things with my last paycheck. It was about 1 PM at this point... and I still hadn't left my house... so I was still in my sleep shorts and a tank top. I seriously considered just going to the bank in that.. I mean, who's gonna see me there? I'll be in and out in 15 min.. Come on. THANKFULLY I decided to put on some real clothes that actually covered my body because when I walked in I saw MR. STALKER BANK MAN! I didn't know that was his name yet... nor would I til the following day.. but I am getting ahead of myself. So I wait in line for a while.. I had just thrown on a cardigan over my tank top so I was pretty hot. Temperature wise, I mean. HA! So I see this one teller guy and he's pretty cute and I keep looking at him secretly hoping I get to go to his window. And then I do! I get up to the window and do the one of the most important things BYU Idaho taught me: CHECK FOR A WEDDING RING. My investigation was very successful, I found out he was not married.. or at least did not wear a ring.. and was MORMON.. score for CTR rings. So we were chatting, not even really flirting. I brought up how I went to BYU I last semester so he'd know I was also Mormon. We kept chatting and realized that we had a couple friends in common, the lovely Ellsworth girls, Meredith and Verity. Everything got finished with my check and that was the end of it, I went home and worked out and went to work. WELL, apparantly while I was busy working my little tushie off Monday night Mr. Stalker Bank Man was being his stalker self and working on getting my number from Meredith, who did not have it and recommended Verity, who did not answer her phone, and then finally he just thought of people who were in my ward and ended up calling one of the few guys who actually have my number in the ward, my home teacher David. I know intense, right? Stalker, much? HAHAHA yes. So we have a date Friday and we actually chatted at the temple for a while tonight and had some pretty dang good conversation. I'll keep you posted.

It was my mommy's birthday on Monday!! :) And I was planning on surprising her to get pedicures then but then she was out of town all day and Tuesday I had census training and work and practice so that was a no. But today I will take her and I am very excited. :) I love her bunches and bunches.

I think that's about it. I'm too tired to write anything else. Alrighty then.

I guess for words of wisdom for the day I'll tell you a lovely little story that kept me motivated to keep my room cleaner for about a week. See, whenever I do laundry.. it ends up on my floor because I am too lazy to fold/hang up my clothes. So about a month ago I was cleaning all the clothes off my floor and I picked up an article of clothing and a COCKROACH fell out. I was thoroughly disgusted and had a serious case of the willies. Thankfully it played dead and did not run about, that would have been horrid. Anyway, I was disgusted with myself for creating an environment that was conducive to the living habits of a cockroach. My vow to keep my clothes off the floor failed though. It is currently littered with clothing. Oh well. But back to my words of wisdom for the day... even though I do not follow my own advice.. Keep your room picked up so cockroaches don't live in your clothes. :) The end!