Mail time!

Dear Me,
Why do you insist on staying up late? It's dumb. You are tired. Go to bed.
Love, Me

Dear Me,
MUST BLOG!!! AND I was writing to a missionary who has written you FOUR times... and you haven't responded to ANYTHING. So there. I had a good reason to stay up.
Love, Me

Dear hair,
You are so silky soft and luscious. I would ask you to cut it out because you are making me vain.. but I can't. I love you too much.
Love, Me

Dear Money,
I hate you. Mostly because you hate me and won't let me get any of you. I want you! School is expensive and my bank accounts are draining quickly. No bueno. Please come back to me. Let's be friends. We'll braid each other's hair and talk about boys when you sleep over. Jolly good.
Love, Me

Dear Kendra,
You are the reason I am making this post even though I'm so fetching tired. I am jealous you passed me in number of blog posts. I WILL catch up you blogging fiend!!
Love, Me

Dear Life,
You are sparkly and nice. I like you. :)
Love, Me

Dear Sleep,
I'm going to do you now. ;)
Love, Me

I love the rain...

... because when it rains it feels like nothing bad could ever happen to you. Like nothing can touch you but the rain. It's been so blazing hot lately. And so humid your lungs feel heavy when you walk outside. As I was driving home today from Phoenix after my seven hour jury duty experience the only thing I was looking forward to was the rain. The traffic was horrible. That was the first time I'd ever driven in real grown up traffic before. But I could see the storm building and even though it would only make the traffic worse.. the only thing I wanted in the whole world was for it to pour down on us. I hate driving in the rain. People are rude and crazy and I can't see anything out my foggy tinted windows. But at that moment the rain would have washed away all my anger and frustration and loneliness of the day. ...but it didn't rain. So I took deep breaths and let people in front of me and made it home to take a loooong shower to clean the dirty of Phoenix and the courtroom with the child molester and the too long looks of some of the other male juror candidates. I used my happy soap that smells like citrus and sunshine and conditioned my hair til it was silky soft and shaved my legs with my man razor for extra smooth. When I got out I moisturized like none other. I feel so absolutely clean and peaceful. It's the best feeling. I put on some pajamas and went out and jumped on the trampoline until it started raining. I laid on the trampoline and just let the drops fall. On my pants and hair and arms and eyes. The wind made my hair go crazy and even wobbled the trampoline underneath me. Everything felt so fresh and beautiful. Nothing could touch me but everything was touching me. Then I got out a book and read on the porch until it stopped raining. Reading in the rain always makes me feel like I'm in a movie... which is the best feeling ever because that means life is interesting. Then I wanted to swing! So I changed into a skirt so it could billow in the wind and I walked down to the park... which didn't have a swing set. So I just buried my feet in the sand. Sand between your toes is the prettiest feeling. :) And then I laid on the jungle gym and looked at the swirly storm clouds that are so perfect it's impossible and thought about all the things I love about life. And I watched the lightning and felt the thunder and thought it was better than any man made fireworks show because lightning is more powerful and thunder rumbles in your chest. And then I came home and Jon came over. And he's been sitting on my floor patiently waiting for me to finish blogging.. so I suppose it would be a good idea to not make him wait longer.

I hope YOU enjoyed the rain! :)

I love Sundays... :)

I love how I can sleep in and not feel guilty. I love how I can watch little kid movies with my little cousins. I love how me and Uncle Mike sometimes say we're gonna start P90X tomorrow.... and die. I love how church is awesome and I meet new people. I love how ward choir ROCKS. I love how when I wear these heels... boys ask for my number. TWO today to be exact.



I love how funny my ward choir director is. I love how my ward feeds me EVERY Sunday after church. I love how I have bruises all over my legs from the past week and they look naaasssty. I love the scriptures. I love how I actually get ready and pretty for Sundays. :) I love firesides and how they have the PERFECT message for me RIGHT NOW. I love that the speakers from the fireside were the parents of the STUD that I took to Winter Formal Senior Year. :) I love that Jon has game nights at his house and our team DOMINATES (actually barely wins) every time.

I love Sundays.... :)


And now for the Words of Wisdom for the Day!! Something I'm always learning and relearning is you make your own life. Things happen that you don't plan. You don't always get your way. People are mean to you and let you down. You have to do things you don't want to do. You feel inadequate and small compared to the spiritual, musical, intellectual, whatever-else-there-is giants all around you. BUT it's all up to you to turn it around. It's up to ME to make ME happy. No one else. I've been thinking about this quote alllll day. Every talk reminded me of it at church. Even now sitting here chatting with Jon who's one of the nicest people EVER I have to remind myself:

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world."
-Marianne Williamson

Go get'em tiger! The end. :)

Have you ever been in love with your best friend?

... I haven't. haha. But I was getting pretty close to it! ...until Jon told me for realsies we're just friends. Seriously, my life is awesome. It's like a movie. Don't worry, I'm fine. Really. Jon is a fanfreakingtastic best friend. He doesn't think I'm annoying (even though I am), we get along simply swimmingly and I don't really get tired of him (which rarely happens), he makes me want to be a better person and I HAVE been since I met him (which is something I really need), and he has humored all my crazy ideas and has done a fabulous job keeping me entertained this summer. Awesome, right? Yes. It is. :) I like my life. Plus he is an awesome kisser. Not that we kiss anymore ever ever. But just the memory.. you know. It's kind of cool to just KNOW that your best friend is an awesome kisser, right? No? Maybe that's just me. baha ANYWAY!

So this weekend I took Jon with me to visit the fam fam in Thatcher! It was mucho fun. :) We got there Friday night and went to my uncle's to eat DELISH food. Saw a bunch of family. Went to Frye Mesa and walked up to a waterfall and got stung by nettles (THEY SUCK) and jumped off some cliffs. Fabulous. We watched a scary movie... I think Jon might be worse than me. No. Actually no, definitely not. Maybe about the same. No, he's definitely more manly than me. Which is good. Played POGS. Hi, I love these. I'd always heard about them on those "You were a 90's kid if you remember..." thingies, but I never actually knew what they were... or what they were for. Hi, I love them. They are awesome and fun and I sucked at winning them. I guess I'm not a TRUE 90's child. We watched a chick flick... ate at R&R pizza. Which is DELISH by the way. I forgot how much I like their pizza.

FUNNY STORY: So when I was 15 I went to Lake Powell with my best friend and her family and her family's best friends. On the lake trip I ended up making out with one of the guys in that family. (Call me a ho if you will, I know, I know.) Anyway it was gross. It was the first time I had ever made out and he was icky and slobbery and toothy and it was very awkward all over the place. So that guy leaves on his mission, alls fine and dandy. I saw him once after he got back and it was chill. So I'm in Thatcher this weekend and my best friend was supposed to be there and I was gonna hang with her.. but she had to stay in Tucson for work for another week so it didn't end up happening.. but she recommend I try and meet up with this GUY from Lake Powell because he always knows of parties.... which was a terrible idea.. haha! So I didn't do it. BUT then the next day at R&R.. I remembered that his dad owns that place... and that he works there in the summer. Awesome. He was there. I lean over to Jon and I say, "I made out with the guy that is working back there one time. Awwwkward!" He looks back and says, "Wait, his name is Tanner?" "Whaaaa?? Yes.. Tanner Pursley." "I totally know him." "WHAAAAAA???" Here Tanner comes out and sees Jon. Yeah. They DEFINITELY served in the same area on their missions. Tanner was a greenie and it was Jon's last area. So weird. Tanner's face was priceless though. He looked so confused to see two VERY different areas of his life mixing.

So that was pretty much my weekend. It was fabulous. I love my family. Jon is awesome. Funny things happen in my life. Good times. :)

Words of Wisdom for the day! When you go cliff jumping.... jump off the high one. You feel so cool. The end. :)

Pretty day.

I had a pretty day. :) I woke up at 11. Which was actually not so pretty.. I hate waking up that late! But then Jon came over and we played. And watched THE DOOR!! Which he did not fully appreciate... but I can forgive him. He did laugh every so often. It's good. And then we played Rock Band and he pretty much creamed me. I seriously fail at that game always. Always. But its okay. I was happy for Jon for being so good. hahaha. And then it was stinky and I had to go to work. Which really wasn't all that bad seeing as I had the consolation of knowing that after this shift I didn't have to go back to work again until MONDAY NIGHT! :) 3 whole days off of work. Jolly good. And then I came back to Andrea's and watched So You Think You Can Dance. Lauren is so good. I want to dance like her. But I guess I sing instead. That's cool too, I guess. I can live with it. :) And then I decided to empty my purse... it looks innocent enough, right?



BUT then you dump it out and THIS comes out.



Holy hannah, right??? I made a list of all the things in my purse for you! I can tell you're excited.

The book "Dating for Under a Dollar", a stack of mail, a coupon for a free tire rotation because I donated blood, my phone, face lotion, Visine, 2 little mini lotions, my keys, a planner and a tiny composition book, a sock........, temple names I need to give back to Andrea, international stamps, samples that I stole from work, a little princess mirror that my friend found on the bus and gave to me Junior year, my Book of Mormon, a bottle of ibuprofen I need to give back to Andrea, Lucky You perfume :), a pen, 2 tubes of lipstick, a necklace, ribbon, compact, movie stubs, a yoda pez dispenser along with stray lemon pez, 2 tubes of chapstick, hand sanitizer, Nina by Nina Ricci perfume, bobby pins, various receipts and other miscellaneous pieces of paper and trash, and a taco bell hot sauce packet that says "Will you scratch my back?" on it. Wow. My camera was also in there actually. But I took it out to take the picture. HA! Seriously. I need to do some hard core cleaning out, wouldn't you say?

Moral of the story? My life is pretty and I like it. :) Words of wisdom for the day? If you feel yourself getting angry ask yourself if it's worth getting angry about. It never is. Trust me. Anger is a dumbface emotion. It never makes anything better and it makes you feel awful. In the grand scheme of things it's really not gonna matter at all that some jerkface just cut you off on your way to your crummy Walgreens job. It's really not. SO just be happy. :) Take a deep breath. Feel that breath, that LIFE, coming into you. Hold it. Feel your lungs full and working and feel the LIFE. It's nice. It's pretty. And THAT'S what matters. The end. :)

MAILBAG!!

...because it hurts so bad I can't even take a nap! :(

Dear Future Baby,

Please send a heaven note to my uterus telling it to lay off. I know it wanted to make you this month... BUT IT'S NOT HAPPENING OKAY??? Just because it didn't get it's way doesn't mean it gets to throw a freaking tantrum.

Love, Your Future Mommy

Dear Uterus,

You're a stupid poo face.

Hate, Me

Dear Attractive Black Coworker of Mine,

Our awkward hug was hilarious. Remember when you went to lean in for it and I definitely paused for a full 2 seconds but could not back out of it because your arms were already waaayyyy up? Good times. And then remember when you bought me a kit kat and left it with the front register guy to give to me after you left? Yeah, that was funny too.

Yours truly, Me

Dear Scriptures,

You rock. You make me happy when I read you. :)

Love, Me

Dear New For Real Life Friend,

I had fun last night! Remember that one time when we walked up and down Mill Ave in our shnazzy clothes and talked about NOT drinking alcohol, doing drugs, and having sex while all the others our age were doing ALL of them all around us at that very moment? Yeah, good times. We're cool. Also remember that one time when it was sooo nice outside so we sat on some grass and chatted... and then our butts were wet the rest of the night. That was kinda awkward... and uncomfortable. HA!

We rock, Me

Dear Uterus again,

Thank you for not hurting so much already! You're pretty and nice. Someday I'll make lots of babies, I promise. It'll be fun. :)

Love, Me

Funsie things happen to me.

Seriously. Funsie things really do happen to me. It's grand. Life is grand. :) To start with Friday night.... I did pedicures with my cousins Lilly and Sam. They are adorable. Here's how they turned out!

Yes, my middle toe is deformed. Thanks for bringing up such a tender subject.

Then I tried to teach Sam how to do funny faces in pictures...

We'll have to keep working on it. :)

And then Jon came over. BAHAHAHA and I made him put on this awesome Sulfer Mask that I had done earlier. It makes your skin so silky soft! And pretty. And I told him if he did it all the girls would want to date him. AND I had to put bobby pins in his hair... because it was getting goopy in the mask. Hilar. He's such a good sport! AHAHAHA!

(As he's rinsing off the stuff) "I can see why they call this a sulfer mask. My face smells like fart." HA!

THEN we sat around for a bit. Because we couldn't think of anything to do. I kept throwing out ideas.... but none were sticking. UNTIL I suggested we play dress up!!! (Let's be honest.. that didn't really stick that well, either. But then I MADE it stick!! I have the best dress up clothes, that's what convinced him.) And then we dressed up like this:

I can see it in your eyes that you're jealous. I know. Who wouldn't be. Then we decided we had to share this beautifulness with more than my aunt and my poor Jake who saw us.

So we went to Denny's!!

...And Jon struck an unusually queer pose in the booth....

.... and I was a doofus.

You like what you see? We're starting a club. We will be meeting every weekend around 11 or midnight at some Denny's dressed in only the finest. If you're interested... let me know.

Words of Wisdom for the Day? Be confident. It's the sexiest thing you'll ever wear. ;) The end!