Lifestyle Change

Beginning tomorrow, April first, I am going to "change my lifestyle." I don't call it a diet because diets do not work. I have made up some guidelines that I would like to follow consistently for three months, (and hopefully by then it'll all be habit!) They are:

• Eat mostly fruits and vegetables. They are good for you and it's nearly impossible to have too much!
• Eat whole grains and stay away from processed foods as much as possible.
• Drastically limit my soda intake, (to 0-1 every few weeks.)
• Eat a good breakfast every single day.
• Drink at least 100oz. of water a day.
• Count my calories and stick to a certain amount a day, (I'm thinking 1,200-1,400.)
• Exercise 3-5 times per week.
• Develop a good sleeping schedule, (aiming for 6 hours of sleep a night.)
• Do not eat after 8:00pm

I'm hoping if I follow these I will not only lose 10-20 pounds, but feel better and look better. I notice that when I'm living a healthier life I tend to feel better about, well, pretty much everything. When I eat out a lot or scarf down sweets, I always feel bloated and nasty. I want to gain some self confidence and be proud of who I am. The weight loss thing isn't my biggest concern, I mostly just want to feel better being myself.

I will weigh myself tomorrow morning, just so I can keep track, and let you all know how I'm doing over the next three months! (I'm also hoping that if I track my progress on a blog, it will motivate me to NOT cheat at all. This is going to be difficult, but what in life isn't?)

Wish me luck!!

P.s. Also, to help me decide which foods will be best for me and help me get the greatest results, I will be following the Glycemic Index Diet. I have done this once before and wish I would have never stopped. It made me feel better than anything else I've tried, and sometimes you need those lists of what you can and cannot eat right in front of your face to get you started.

Brooklyn!

When Zachary left on his mission I felt like my life had ended. We had spent at least a little time together almost every day for two years. We were inseparable. We were perfect, and he made me happier than anything else. I remember saying goodbye to him in his driveway, (most difficult moment ever,) and then bawling the entire way home. Once I got home I sat with my dad and cried while I watched Glee, (haha.) I don't think I got any sleep at all the first few nights he was gone. All I could think about was how difficult the next two years were going to be, all alone. I'm the type of girl, correction, I was the type of girl that once I'd get a boyfriend I'd stop hanging out with all of my other friends and I'd focus all my time and energy on the boy. (Not a good thing, but it's how I was.)

So there I was, my boyfriend, best friend, only friend, was on a mission and I was completely alone for two years. . .At first. After a few nights of crying myself to sleep, my little sister, Brooklyn, began talking to me a little. She said she wanted to have a sleepover in my room, so we did. And I realized something, when she slept in my room with me I was able to keep myself from crying. The first couple months Zach was gone she slept in my room a lot. I don't know if she did it because she knew it kept me from crying, or because she just wanted to hang out with me, but she helped me so much more than she knows.

Two months after Zach left I moved my bedroom from the basement to the upstairs, across the hall from hers. As soon as I was moved upstairs, we became best friends. She would always leave me cute little notes on my bed and door telling me how much she loved me or how awesome I am, she'd sneak into my room at night to watch movies with me, and we went everywhere together. Our favorite thing to do was go to Allred and J.Wride concerts, (we LOVE these bands.)

A year after Zach had been gone, I moved out of my parent's house. The hardest thing about this was leaving my little sister. It was so fun living across the hall from her, and even though I only moved a little more than five minutes away, it still sucks not being five seconds from her. She got a cell phone for Christmas so now we're able to text whenever we want, and we still go to concerts and do other things together, we're still best friends. And that makes me so happy because I was so worried when I moved out that we wouldn't be close anymore. It is a little harder to do things now, because I'm so busy and she can't just hang out with me for a couple hours every night, but we do still get together when we can.

I love Brooklyn more than she knows. She is the coolest little sister and I love that I can tell people my best friend is my little sister. She is the most beautiful, awesome, amazing sister ever!

I love you Brooklyn!!

Waiting.

I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. My boyfriend is also LDS; he is currently serving a mission and will be returning in the middle of October. Here are a few questions I am asked way too often: 

How long did you and your missionary date before he left?

I tell people two years because it's much easier than counting the months. We became exclusive on January 1, 2008 and he left October 14, 2009, so we dated for a year and ten and a half months before he left. (We've been good friends since 2005 though.)

Are you waiting and dating?

If the opportunity comes up and I get asked out on a date, then sure I'll go. I like getting to know new people and I know that if I don't date at least a little while he's gone then I'll regret it. I've been stood up a few times and been on a couple of bad dates since he left, (and one good one but that's only because it was with an old friend who's serving a mission in Spain now.) So has my dating experience since he's been gone been good? No, not quite. But am I waiting and dating? I guess so, yes.

What has it been like since he left?

This is a bit of a complicated question. I will tell you how a few of the months were. . .

          Month 1: Extremely difficult. I found myself crying everywhere I went; in the car, on the way to class, at work, every night. It was not fun. It was also very lonely. Zach and I had spent almost every night hanging out for two years, it was quite a shock to just not have him around anymore.

          Month 4: Got a little easier, I had become friends with some other girls who have missionaries also. I finally had friends! We were hanging out and talking about our missionaries. It really helped having friends that knew exactly what I was going through and could relate.

         Month 12: It seemed unreal when it got here, I could not believe it had been a year already. It was a very depressing month as I was beginning to remember all the feelings I'd had exaclty a year ago. I didn't like it and it wasn't easy. Luckily, I'd rekindled an old friendship with a friend that was friends with Zachary also, so I had someone who knew him that could talk with me about him. It helped.

         Month 17 (current month): Not any easier. Now that I'm getting close to his six months left mark, I'm beginning to freak out. I've gotten so used to him being gone, I'm getting so nervous! I have no idea what it's going to be like when he gets back. I don't feel ready either, I want to lose about 15-20 pounds and buy a new wardrobe before he gets home. I better get busy working on that!

Do you think you two will get married?

That's a hard question. It's something I could see happening and it's something that I would love to happen, but I can't say that yes I think we will get married because I am not psychic. Do I hope we get married, though? Yes!!!

Waiting is definitely not the easiest thing in the world. There are good days and there are bad days. There are days when you're mad he left you, and there are days when you remember why he's gone and you're proud of him. I am very thankful for this experience. As hard as it may be, I am learning so much that I wouldn't have ever learned otherwise. And so, that brings me to the next part of this post:

Things That I Have Learned Waiting For A Missionary That I Would Have Never Learned Had I Not Made The Decision To Wait For Him!

• Friends are important. You may think that all you need is your significant other to be happy, but that is not true. I have made so many friends since Zachary left that I would have never made otherwise. Jordan, Lesha, Kristin, Lara, Laurie, Emily, Tay, Brooklyn, and the list just goes on and on. I cannot stress enough how important girl friends are especially. What I would do without these girls in my life I do not know. Every girl needs some girl friends, and I am so grateful for mine! I love these girls (and Jordan) so stinking much! SO so much!
• Distance only makes the love stronger. I think a long distance relationship brings out a completely different type of love that you never experience unless you go through it. Loving each other through letters is an amazing experience. We are able to discuss things that were never talked about in person. Since we're only communicating through letters, the love in the letters are so much stronger.
• Not only does the missionary receive blessings for serving a mission, but the ones who support what he's doing do as well! When I am doing all I can to help Zachary be the best missionary he can be, I see changes in my own life. I feel like I am receiving so many blessings, and I have seen a dramatic change in my life in certain areas.
• People change, and it's not always a bad thing. I was always scared of change and scared that Zach and I would change too much while he was gone. Well he's been gone for a year and a half, and I have learned that it is truly impossible for someone not to change in that amount of time. Fortunately, change is not always a bad thing. I have noticed not only in Zachary, but in myself, changes in us that have made us better people. We are fixing our flaws and becoming better people.

I am so grateful for this experience and would not trade it for the world. I love my missionary more than anything, and even though it's extremely difficult, it's comforting knowing that he's doing what he's supposed to be and we will be greatly blessed in the future because of it.

Little Picassos To Be

I live in the same house as my older brother and sister. My brother and his fiance' live upstairs, I live on the main level, and my sister and her family have a basement apartment below me. So it can be a pretty fun house. This morning I was tidying up my bedroom when I got a phone call from my sister.

"Hey are you busy, because I want to take a shower, but my girls won't be good long enough for me to do that. Do you mind if they come up and hang out with you for a little bit?"

I love my little nieces,  so of course I said yes! I have two nieces, Lynnli, who turns three years old next week but talks like she's six, and Alyssa, the silent but sweet one who turns two in August. The girls came upstairs and we decided to watch Spongebob together. We turned it on halfway through so we just finished the episode. I then wanted to get ready for the day so I went to bathroom to do my hair. Lynnli was very into the next show, Max and Ruby, but Alyssa was bored. When Alyssa gets bored she gets into anything and everything. I came out of the bathroom just in time to see her getting ready to pull all of my alphabetized DVDs out. I stopped her, and then realized TV was not enough to keep these busy bodies busy! I got out a couple clipboards, some paper, and some crayons, hoping it would entertain the girls. And it did! Who knew they loved coloring so much?! It worked wonders! I was able to do not only my hair, but my make up too! After I finished getting ready I looked at their pictures, and wow, they are quite the little artists! Even though it was only scribbling, the pictures they made were super colorful (my favorite) and pretty awesome looking. Go Lynnli and Alyssa! Woo!

Don't Worry, Be Happy

A few weeks back I was working with my kids and the lesson that day was on being happy. We talked about what real happiness is and how to find it. The kids had been having a hard time with being happy that week so I encouraged them to write a list of 50 things that make them happy. A list that they can pull out and look at when they're sad or having a bad day. They wrote it a lot quicker than I expected, and it really did help cheer them up. They had forgotten about all the sweet little things in life that make us smile. Things that we often take for granted. I went home that night feeling satisfied with the lesson, knowing that I had helped them, at least for a day, remember how to be happy. But as I was making that 35 minute drive back to my house I got thinking. I take way too much for granted, and I always overlook the little things in life. I tend to dwell on the negative. Too too too much. Lately it's gotten even worse as I've had a few more trials jump into my life. Nothing I can't handle, but I sure complain like I'm not going to be able to deal with it. So, I'm trying something new. Somehting that I hope will help me become a happier, more positive person. I am going to write a list of 50 things that make me happy. Things I can think about and do any time I'm feeling down. I know it's not something that will make everything better, but it's a start right?

1. Letters
2. Coloring Books
3. Movies
4. Driving
5. Fun socks

6. Yummy food

7. Wrapping paper
8. Painting my nails

9. Having my hair played with
10. Robots
11. Days off work
12. Plane rides
13. Phone calls
14. Writing in cursive
15. Being organized
16. Baking
17. Yahtzee, Scrabble, and Jenga
18. Taking a nap
19. Sleepovers
20. Taking pictures

21. Music Videos
22. Wearing sweats and a hoodie
23. Laughing hysterically
24. Word searches
25. Getting hugs
26. Zumba
27. Brushing my teeth
28. Chewing Wrigley's Original Bubble Gum
29. Giving and receiving compliments
30. Subway sandwiches
31. My friends

32. Baths
33. Singing at the top of my lungs
34. Making watches
35. Getting good grades
36. Finishing a great book
37. Making lists
38. Losing weight
39. School supplies
40. Slinkies
41. Magazines
42. Drawing and Painting
43. Ikea
44. Slolum Skiing
45. Shooting
46. Boyfriend and his family

47. Warm weather
48. Downtown
49. Trying something new
50. Remembering good memories

So now that my list is finished, I challenge you to write one. Not only is it fun to write, (I do like writing lists,) but I honestly feel it really helps you remember not to take the littlest things in life for granted. Also, I'd like to know if anyone else has any advice on ways to be happy? Let me know! K?

Thanks! S'much!

Stuck

Once upon a time I decided to share a story with you. . . .

And then I changed my mind because I realized the story actually sounded much better in my head than on paper. . . er. . . computer screen.


So now I'm stuck. I don't know what to write about. (Do I ever know?) Something is going on with me lately. Really though! Usually I can go on and on about anything and everything for hours, for days, for weeks! Lately, I haven't been able to write about anything. I've had trouble writing notes at work, (which is odd because it's only facts in the notes, those shouldn't be a problem.) I've struggled figuring out what to write about in letters to my missionary, my school assignments that should be easy peasy to write are diff-i-cult, and now I can't seem to blog. Gaaaaaaar! What's going on with me??!

Hey, writing about not being able to write about anything is actually easy to write about!

Hope everyone is having a good weekend! I feel like I'll be writing another post tonight. I just need to figure out what to write about. So prepare yourself for more boring words.

Found on Etsy. . . What The !??!?!!

You can stop searching high and low for a pair of pants with 43 hand sewn sperm on them, 'cause here they are!

WTF?!!

Three Little Words

I've been trying to think of something to write for days. I am completely clueless. Com.Plet.Ey. It's so frustrating because I want to desperately blog, but how do you blog when you're mind is blank? Maybe Spring Break shut my brain off, if that's the case I'll be able to blog more Monday. Awww no. School on Monday. Huuuuaggggg. <--- Me throwing up. Not a fan of school, not at all. Anyway, since I don't really know what to blog about, I'll just tell you about the book I'm currently reading.

I'm not a fan of vampire books, harry potter, any sci-fi, etc. I am more into reading real life stories. Stories that are either true, or stories that could have really happened. The book I am currently reading is titled Three Little Words. It's a true story about a little girl named Ashley who gets taken from her mother when she's three and put into foster care. She goes through, I think it's seven homes in three years, and it keeps going on and on. Not every home she gets placed into is a good one. Working with children that go from home to home, it's really interesting to read about one and hear what it's actually like for her. Ashley is around 24 years old now, and is such an amazing girl. When reading the book, it's hard to figure out how a little girl like her didn't just give up, most other children in her position would. She learns from her experience and becomes a better person out of it. If anyone is looking for a good book to read, Three Little Words by Ashley Rhodes-Courter, is definitely one to look into.

Dating. Not my thing.

My niece is turning three years old on April 3rd. I got her an awesome gift. An adorable, metal (mostly) shopping cart and some little play food and money. Thank you Walmart, I know you don't get enough credit, but I think you are wonderful.

And here it is, I promised (I think) this, and so I will give it to you. My dating life. . .

At 16 I was very, inexperienced. Well of course. I live in Utah, I am Mormon, I didn't even start dating until I was 16 years old. I even got $100 on my 16th birthday for still having virgin lips. Mmhmm. What a good girl am I.
So I turned 16 years old on January 30th. Didn't do anything big and exciting, if you know me then you know I am a bit on the antisocial side. (And completely ok with it.) So, here we go. Since I was now old enough to date, according to my parents, I could start going to the school dances! I wanted my first date to be the Sweethearts dance, so I thought up a really cute way to ask Benjy. I asked him to Sweethearts in a pretty awesome way. Completely covered his room in fun decorations, wrote this awesome thing on a tshirt, the whole shabang. I saw him in Driver's Ed the next week and talked to him, just to make sure everything went as planned. And it did. I was so excited to get answered, right? So I waited, and I waited, and I waited. Finally, after two or so weeks, I called him. I asked him if he was planning on going with me, and I got a response like this,

"Well, I'm just not into the whole dance thing. I don't like dressing up or dancing. So I guess I won't be going with you, so, yeah."

Seriously, Benjy?! Seriously!? I was P.O.ed if you know what I mean. And being the bawl baby that I am, I cried. A whole ton. Mom got furious, called his mom, and got him grounded. (Childish? Maybe. Did I love it? yes sir!) Did I let getting told no get me down though? Nope! The day after he told me no I asked another friend, Jerry, and he said yes right away. Went to the dance and ended up having lots of fun. Thank you Jerry for being the best first date ever. (p.s. I went to every dance my Junior year, and guess who I ran into at every single one? Benjy. You suck, Benjy.)

Shortly after the dance I went on a blind date with a boy, really, I promise it was a boy. He may have looked like a girl from the front, side, and back, but he was a guy. . . I think. He had a guy name, well, it was one of those names that could be for a guy or girl. Crap. I may have gone out with a chick. That would explain a lot actually. In all seriousness though, he had long blonde hair, a little girl, I mean boy face, and super tight jeans. I mean SUPER tight. We went and saw Date Movie and then went bowling. Was it the worst date ever? No. Did I feel like a lesbian? A little bit. Just a little bit.

The rest of being sixteen consisted of having a boyfriend for three months, he ended up being my first kiss. It was cute I guess, I'd had a crush on this boy for a couple years, but it took actually dating him to realize we were not each other's type. At all. He is still a friend I like to talk to once in a while though. He's a pretty awesome guy, true story.

Two weeks after the first boyfriend and I broke up, I got asked out on a date by this boy named Jasper. Uh huh, that was his name. He was dreamy. He sat behind me in Seminary for a semester and I thought he was such a super hot jock. At the time he was all I needed. He was caring, he was sweet, and he paid attention to me. For the first while. Now, before I go any further, this is my side of the story. So anyone who may have a hunch of who I'm talking about, there are two sides to every story. Remember that. Ok, now to go on. After a while I felt he was getting very controlling, but I was "in love" so it was ok. . .or not. We ended up breaking up after 9 months, sort of. We broke up officially, but we continued to date. It was at that point that things got really odd. I wasn't going out with anyone else, but was constantly feeling like I was getting ditched and being used. I even got a sort of unofficial list of things I needed to change before he and I could get back together. Crazy, right? Yeah, huh. (We were so young, remember that too.) One day in September 2007, so I had been 17 for a while, after one of our dates, I got a text from him that just said, "That was the last date," or well, something like that. It was very heartbreaking at the time, but live and learn, right? I did learn a lot from that relationship and wouldn't change anything about it. It was a good experience, he was a great guy, and we just weren't right for each other. 

A few months went by, and with those few months came a few blind dates.

(Whoa sorry for such a long post! Sheesh!)

BLIND DATE 1

I thought I was going on a date with a boy named Danny, turns out he couldn't make it. Instead of telling me, he just sent his friend, Tom. Tom was, well, not my type. We went to go see Pirates 3, (who remembers how long that movie was? Wasn't it, like, 45 hours long?! Blech!) Ok right at the beginning of the movie, Tom snatched my hand and WOULD NOT LET GO. Now you must know this, I am not touchy feely. I do not hold hands. I love hugs, yes. But that's about it. He, no joke, held my hand during the entire film! (Not to mention his hand was all sweaty. Ewwww.) He was also texting, TEXTING, during the entire movie. Not only is it rude to text on a date, but it's just embarrassing and disrespectful to text in a movie! But wait, it gets worse! His phone rings, he looks at me and says, "Sorry I have to take this," and answers! I then hear this:

"Hey man, what's up?"

Pause.
"Nah I'm not doing anything, what're you up to?"

Pause.

"Yeah definitely! Hit me up and we'll do that!"

Pause.

"K. Talk to later man!"

Pause.

"Ok, bye!"

Like really? I guess sitting in a movie, holding a girl's hand, is doing nothing. Huh. At the end of the date we said goodbye, and not five minutes after saying goodnight, I got a text from him.

I wanted to kiss you tonight.

Ew my sick, no. After that, I stopped talking to him and I have not heard from Tom since. Awesome.

Onto the next date. . .

BLIND DATE 2

Held at my sister's house. We watched a movie. He wasn't very cute, but he was nice. His name was, well, we'll call him nameless. I can't remember his real name, so why make up a fake one? The date went pretty well and I was, pleased. He was on some lacrosse team, and he had curly hair. Yep. He sure did. The next week or so after the date we sent flirty text messages back and forth. At one point he asked if I wanted to meet him at a park. I asked what we'd do and he said we would hold hands and eventually make out. Well, I'm not exactly that type of girl. I told him that I don't do that, I got called some words, and never talked to the scum bag again.

BLIND DATE 3

Was set up by a friend. I was told he was perfect for me, so I was pretty excited. We began text messaging before actually meeting. His name was Matt, and he was so sweet. Almost too sweet. I'd wake up with messages like, "Good morning beautiful," well how did he know I was beautiful if we'd never hung out? Confusing, but flattering. We decided to finally meet. He picked me up, and well, he was indeed kinda cute. We went back to his house and decided to watch a movie in the basement. He turned a movie on, and then got upset because I was sitting on the couch instead of the love sac with him. (Once again, I am not a touchy person.) He eventually got me to sit by him, but I was NOT comfortable. About twenty minutes into the movie, he went upstairs. I'm totally not kidding, I dozed off waiting for him to come back down. After 45 long minutes, he came back down and said something about cops. He was with me for about ten minutes and then went back upstairs. . . for twenty more minutes. When he came back down the movie was over so he took me home. He texted me later that he loved the date, (what date? I was by myself practically the whole time!) I was honest and told him how I felt about being left by myself for so long. He called me the B word and told me to never text him again. And that I did.

All right, so then, after all this crap going on, I was feeling pretty desperate. So I started to like this kid at my work, The Golden Corral (awesome,) his name was Sven and he was not my type, but really cute. We never went out, just hung out after work a few times. Didn't last long at all. I don't remember what happened, but it just kinda, stopped. And that was that.

Now that all this had been going on, I was thinking there was something wrong with me. Why couldn't I just go on a good date? Then I realized, guys are just scum. The ones I attract are, anyway. I was feeling pretty down about all this crappy dating when a best friend from tenth grade and I started talking again. Well, we just clicked. He asked me to be his girlfriend on New Years, 2008, and we've been dating ever since. Kind of. He is indeed, the amazing man that I am waiting for. He left in October 2009, and we did decide together that I would wait for him, but I would also date a little. So onto just a couple more dates I'd like to share. . .

DATE 1

My first date since my missionary left was supposed to happen in February 2010. He was a friend from elementary school. We'd been texting lots and he was VERY good looking. So the night came around, I got looking as good as I could. And I waited. And I waited. And I texted. And I waited. And nothing. I wasn't happy about that. A few days later I got a message from him, apologizing for the other night and asking for a second chance. I agreed. So THAT night came. I waited, and I waited, and I texted and waited. NOTHING! Again! I was feeling pretty dumb and very annoyed, so right then I told him to stop talking to me and that's the end of that date. Fun, huh!

DATE 2

Took place in Provo. I stupidly agreed to go meet a local artist for a date. I arrived at his house and wasn't too pleased. His hair was not only long, but it needed to be brushed. We went to get ice cream, and the entire way he talked very badly about some other local artists, that are MUCH more amazing than he was. We got the ice cream and guess who forgot their wallet? So I paid. After that we went back to his place, (no he did not pay me back,) and we watched a movie on his very uncomfortable futon. He not only talked horribly about my religion, but he kept asking questions that were very personal and getting too close to me. I was feeling uncomfortable so I took that as an opportunity to show him by knife and pepper spray. I talked about how exciting it would be to shank someone. . . and how I've always wanted to pepper spray someone. He backed off, and the date ended shortly after that.

After that experience, I decided to stay away from creepy guys, no matter how great their personalities seem. I know my missionary is awesome, so I will just wait for him, thanks.

I'm sure there were a few dates in between those ones, but these are the most memorable ones. SORRY this post is insanely long, wow, I am getting a headache just from writing it! Good for you for reading the entire thing, I just wasted five minutes of your life!

Lesson to learn: NO BLIND DATES!!!!

P.s. Names have been changed. Yes ma'am.

Excitement!

I just ate two brownies, (they were small though!!) and a cupcake. Well crap.

I'm leaving soon to go see a movie with my best friend, so this will be short and to the point. I'm thinking my next post will be my entire dating experience since I was 16, (I'm 21 now!) Awesome, right? No, I promise it's not boring! It consists of three different boyfriends and quite a few blind dates. (To excite you, my blind date stories are pretty. . . different. Don't know if I've ever been on a great blind date? Super!) Names will all be changed, so that'll be cool. Even though now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think anyone I've ever dated or been on a date with will read this. So fantastic!

Get excited, I am. Dating post later tonight!

Rambling.

I have started many blogs, and each one has started with the same sentence:

"I have started many blogs, but have given up on all of them. I am determined to keep this one going."

So as you can see, none of those blogs worked out. SO I will NOT be starting this blog with that sentence. Actually, I'm thinking of heading in the other direction. I will say this, I have started many blogs, and failed at them. SO I don't guarantee this one will continue. If I write faithfully for a while and one day just stop, no worries, I did not fall off the face of the earth, I did not crash in a car and die, I simply got bored of that blog and decided to start a new one.

Now, enough about my blog history. . .

My life is not boring, but it is nowhere near interesting. I am in a long distance relationship, yes. Frown upon it if you like, it will only last 7 more months. Not because I have somehow predicted the future and discovered we will be breaking up in October, but because he is serving a mission and will be returning home from Paraguay on October 19th. Go him!

I am not a fan of the color pink. You will hardly see me using it for anything, you won't see me coloring with a tickle-me-pink crayon, and I very rarely wear the putrid color. Why do I hate it so? Maybe because I was obsessed with it for so long that it just wore me out. My favorite color is now purple. Purple, not lavendar, not maroon, not burgundy. Simply, purple.

I am in love with three things: color, monsters, and robots. As I am typing this I am sitting in my bedroom that looks like a rainbow threw up on it, with 9 unique canvases of painted monsters on the wall that yes, I did myself, wearing a tshirt that has robots all over it. Loving this situation? Very much so.

I have an addiction to Subway sandwiches and movies. I own more movies than I know what to do with and I'd rather spend my money going out to movies than buying groceries. (You should see my fridge. I think there's a gogurt and some mustard in there.) In the past two weeks I have gone to Subway about 8 times for lunch. I always get the same thing. 6" veggie on wheat with provolone; lettuce, tomato, cucumber, pickles, banana peppers and olives, with a little mustard. And if I have a few extra dollars, I get the baked Sour Cream and Onion Lays and a Diet Coke. Question of the day: Am I a vegetarian? No I am a carnivore. BUT I did quit eating meat for a while once and I discovered I like veggie subs more than turkey. Why? Not a clue. Just love it tons I do!

I work with some interesting people. I do love it. Today at work for 5 hours I worked on keeping one of my client's from turning her hand into hamburger. By day I work with special needs adults, and by night I work with children that need help with their social skills. I do love the clients I work with and would do anything for the little buggars.

My mom is from New Zealand. Pretty awesome, right? My dad served a mission in Australia so in 2001 I got to go to New Zealand and Australia with my family for three and a half weeks. It was awesome and I loved it. I wish I were a little older than I was at the time though (11 years,) because I did take advantage of the vacation and didn't document it how I wish I had. Most my pictures of the trip consist of ducks at Hamilton pond. Cause I guess I thought ducks in NZ looked different from ducks in UT? Wonderful.

Well that's about it for me. Will post some fun stories in the near future.