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Why are things that you always seem to miss the most after they end, are the ones that you take for granted while you had them?
Like when you have always counted on being able to see your friends when you visit...not anymore
Or when you realize now that you not only love her posts, but you look forward to them and let them inspire you...please don't stop
And the simple arrangement of a family would mean so much, that even when someone you look up too talks about you are sad, but know they are telling the truth...thanks Bednar
Even the everyday quotes you used to read, but stopped, and when you hear them again, you realize how much you miss them..."It's better to look up."

And now that everything has changed, is changing you wish you still had those things, and you don't want them to stop...but they have, and you only have regrets of taking them for granted, but you also have the memories of the good times

Dear Soldier

Dear Soldier,
I hope you know how much I love you. I may not know your name, or your age, not even your station. But I do know that you would sacrifice yourself for me. This means so much more than you could ever know. Thank you for our freedom, and our choices. It is because of you that we are who we are as a country.
I am 14 year old girl, go to an amazing school, live in a beautiful house, and have a wonderful family. I feel so lucky; we have so much here in the United States. Because of you I can go to this school, I can like the kid I like, and I can go to the church that I go to. Because of you we have freedom.
I have a brother going into the military. He feels that he has no worth other than that he can help to save his country. I want you to know, even if there isn’t any proof, that your family and friends love you and miss you. We are praying for you and hope for your safety. I love you, our families love you.
Love, Hannah Smith

Stupid, Jerks, Mean

You know whats depressing?
Not the fact that boys are stupid (cause they are)
Not that they are all jerks (cause they for sure are)
Not even that they are mean (cause they are without a doubt)
No, its that we like them anyways
Cause they are boys, and we are girls
This is the most depressing fact of my life

Stake Dance

Imagine the last song of the night...a slow dance
With the boy you liked
Your hands linked-sharing the same connection
Both of your hearts are beating
Beating full of adrenaline, to the rhythm of the music
Keeping you swaying, keeping you smiling
And nothing could be more perfect

Accept one thing
The awkwardness

And though it may seem silly
I write to you in hope that you will reply to this one request
Answer this one question

What are good questions/topics (past the whole getting to know you stage-cause we are past that) that people can discuss (hopefully more meaningful questions)??

Now imagine that night
Everything is perfect
We ask the questions,
We discuss the topics
And it really was the best last song
The best night
Imagine that...

Teams??

My Team

Tangled

I love the song they sing while the lights are floating
My favorite part :)

Secrets

There are secrets we have
And we must keep them

We tell no one
Either we are afraid of what they will say
Or what they won't
Some are so dark and deep
We are scared of them ourselves
Empty weight
Like rocks in a backpack
Soon we either forget them
Or know we never will

There are secrets we have
And we must keep them

For a friend
For a lover
Even for a family member
It could hurt
So we keep them inside
And cover them with useless trash
Like a picture
On the outside, appearing just right
While on the inside everything is but picture perfect

There are secrets we have
And we must keep them

There may be a moment
When things seem right
To admit
To broadcast
To confess
It seems easy
Like abc
But it never is
No-it never is

These are the secrets we have
And we must keep them

Secrets
Memories
Thoughts
Ideas
Opinions
They make up who we are
And unfortunately, sometimes, who we are not
We keep them because we also have love
And do not desire to hurt
In the right moment
We may jump or take a picture

Because these are the secrets we have
And we will keep them

Remember??

Bleeding Love Leona Lewis

But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

BONDS.....or UNITY???

There are things that create bonds:

Apples to Apples (CANADA-i still don't get that?)
Psych
Rosting Marshmallows (I won...without a doubt!)
Cutting through who-knows-who's backyard (We're all Mormon right?!)
Telling scary stories (Scritch Scratch)
Dressing up like pioneers
Baking (Did you see how many cookies we went through in 1 night?)
Hiking for longer than we slept (Dang-Kirsten was so lucky!!)
Eating popcorn
Making awkward conversation (gee-lets not do that again! k?)
You going somewhere? (Uhhh...yeah)

Though not necessarily in this order...

SONG

I love this song...listen to it :)

It makes me feel really strong

Like I can get through what ever happens

Skyscraper Demi Levato

Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it’s ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
There’s nothing left of me

Chorus
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper (2x)

Verse 2
As the smoke clears
I awaken and untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better
To watch me while I bleed
All my windows still are broken
But I’m standing on my feet
Chorus
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper
And go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper (2x)

Bridge
Go run run run
I’m gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear (yeah ohh)
Go run run run
Yeah it’s a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here

Chorus
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I’m made of glass
Like I’m made of paper (ohhhh)
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper

Divorce

A YEAR

How has it been this long? Since that one Saturday afternoon that started it all? That one Saturday that seemed to fold, squish, and then finally, stomp on my life.

A YEAR

How is it possible to come so far? For so much to change-for everything to be different? Adjusting to new family, new homes, new friends.

A YEAR

Why is it that something can be such a blur but so vivid at the same time. Like time flashed before your eyes without hardly any of your knowledge, but it is still there. Each tear, each angry, confused thought impossible to forget

A YEAR

And though I am not sure about very much. I am sure that, although everything has changed, that my life has been flipped upside down, then right side up, then upside down again, I have a family where ever I am. I have friends who support and love me. And I have a church that even if everything else changed, will stay the same and will build me up, help me stand a little taller each day.

TIME

So now, I don't count years. I don't want to waste a time in confusion, in anger, or even in sadness. No. I will count each day that passes, and thank God for it. Thank God for the family, no matter how messed up it is, the friends, even if they are a bit crazy, and the church that is hard sometimes, but is better in the long run, that I have. That I can call mine

Questions

YES

I live in Utah

I am a twin

I have a facebook

I am Mormon

I have been on Trek

I love to read

NO

I don't have one home

I don't have a job

I don't have enemies (dang, i don't think so!)

I can't drive

I don't hate anyone

I don't have tons of money

Why these questions....of all questions??

Daisies?

Is it that time again?

That time of daisies?

Of table 4?

Of incognito?

Of code names?

But maybe this time, instead of daisies

There will be swimming pools

Chocolate chip cookies

Water balloons

Stake centers

Hot rod/Wringer movies

Lowes Extreme Air Sports

Orange Leaf trips

Despite the stressful, and quite awkward encounters

Despite that I just moved here

Despite that I am still learning everyone's names

I am excited

I am stoked

Because a new age is dawning

An age full of daisies

Good Times

There are some things you can't take away

Things that are permanent.

Things we will have to live with forever

Memories are all we can count on now.

With people dieing

Moving

Getting sick

So for me,

London and Steve will live on always

Bethy and Darcy will forever be my fantasy

HMB's.... whether they are honorary or hot, one will be mine in time

And I might not even meet any hot italian guys,

Being incognito for Teddy, Pinocchio, and Willy

Urging along Teddy and Casey

Table 4, will always be just that. Table 4

Good Times

Good Times

As we keep memories in the forefront of our mind

We create new ones

Ones with our new dad or mom

With our new brothers and sisters

Friends, church and house

But ones that add to our store of memories

Not ones that replace

And these too, are permanent

Advanced Recital

Watching wistfully

From the side

Concentrated staring

Totally enhanced

Wanting it

Wanting it bad

The urge is almost to strong

My heart beats hard

My feet twitch

My brain working over time

Wanting it

Wanting it bad

Hearing the music

Seeing them there

Wishing it was me

Alongside her

Wanting it

Wanting it bad

Wanting to twirl

To glide

To posse

To arabesque

Wanting to dance

And never stop

English Class

You know those days when everything seems to go wrong, then there is this one thing that just makes it all okay?

Or those little moments where you meets someone's eyes, and you both share a joke that no one else is getting

Or those, "We understand" laughs

Even the "You're not worth it" thoughts

How about the classes where you honestly just love it (admit it-everyone does) when someone does something stupid because you are just ready to kill yourself out of boredom

The dread of hearing the bell, knowing you have to go home to the load of homework that you have ignored all weekend

Or when you have the Calvin and Hobbes moments and you ponder the meaning of life

The anticipation of wearing that dress that you bought

The sad thing is, this basically describes my thought process during English Class...yup...

Wicked

Defying Gravity

It's time to try

Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down

Ahhh...love this song :D

Lash Out

Why is it that when people are super stressed and angry about some unknown thing (possibly made-up) they take it out on some unknowing person? They always seem to lash out. Flip the mood for everyone else. Rather than taking care of their problems in a logical and smart way?

How does this lashing out help? How does it make it any better?

Let me tell you-it doesn't.

It doesn't.

Instead, it tears people apart.

It does.

Seasons

It's like someone's shuffled your deck of cards, and you have a chance to draw a whole new hand, and everything's fresh and you get to have another start at making new friends.

-Madeleine

Its kinda true, ya know? Like, I get a whole new chance to start life. I guess I'm even a little bit lucky.

The thing is everyone is a little bit right. Mom is a little bit right about how I will always have my family, no matter where i go. Madeleine, about how i can really just start over. Ross, how it will be fun. Even Ecclesiastes, about how for everything there is a season. And all these little rights, i guess, add up to one big right. So maybe, this will work. Maybe this is okay. Maybe this really is right.

Do you ever wonder

Do you ever wonder why things are happening the way they are? Like, suddenly, something happens to disrupt the silence, the peace you have. And so all of a sudden, it seems as if you are thrown into a tornado, where nothing you can do or say will change anything, and the best chance you have of surviving is just going with the flow, doing what you are supposed to, because you don't want to do anything that might disrupt anything else, get you thrown into another tornado?

Do you ever wonder how annoying boys can be...but yet we girls put up with it anyways, because we fall head over heels for them, despite their imperfections. this is almost sad, but at the same time, doesn't it seem reassuring? people have been falling in love for centuries, so, its like, reassurance in being the same, in unchangingness (is that a word?)

Do you ever wonder why sometimes it feels like you're living in a dream? and any minute now, you're going to wake up, and someone will be yelling in your face, "Just Kidding!"?? How sometimes it feels like you're living on the edge, and any minute you might just fall off?

Do you ever wonder why soldiers like Gunnery Sergeant John Basilone give away their lives for us? When it would have been easier to stay at home? Or like Major Dick Winters, giving away his life at home to save groups of soldiers, to lead them and to help win the war? Putting their lives at risk, only as to save ours? Why heroes like them hardly get the recognition they deserve? And while celebrities get more attention than they do, the soldiers out on the field are saving everyones lives, without the intention of getting recognition or fame and glory?

So here is my proposal, when everything seems like it is about to go down the drain, soldiers are dieing, people are suicidal, not falling in love, unsettling the silence, don't give up. push to the end. because even though i wonder if there is ever going to be that thing that sets everything back into place, that makes it normal again, im sure its going to happen. but we need to stand strong, stand united. Because in the end, all that will matter is love. So love.

That should be me

That Should Be Me Lyrics

Ouuuuuuu

ouuuuuuuu

Everybody's laughing in my mind,

Rumors spreading 'bout this other guy,

Do you do what you did when you

did with me?

Does he love you the way I can?

Did you forget all the plans

that you made with me?

'cause baby I didn't!

That should be me,

Holdin' your hand,

That should be me

Makin' you laugh,

That should be me,

This is so sad,

That should be me,

That should be me,

That should be me,

Feelin' your kiss,

That should be me,

Buyin' you gifts,

This is so wrong,

I can't go on,

Till you believe that,

That should be me

Ouuuuuuu

ouuuuuuuu

That should be me,

Yeah,

You said you needed a little time

For my mistakes,

It's funny how you used that time

To have me replaced,

Did you think that I wouldn't see you out at the movies

Whatcha doin' to me,

You're takin' him where we used to go,

Now if you're tryin' to break my

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heart,

It's working 'cause you know that,...

Chorus:

That should be me,

Holdin' your hand,

That should be me,

Makin' you laugh,

That should be me,

This is so sad,

That should be me,

That should be me,

That should be me,

Feelin' your kiss,

That should be me ,

Buyin' you gifts,

This is so wrong,

I can't go on,

Till you believe that,

That should be me

I need to know should I fight

For our love for this long

It's getting harder to shield

This pain in my heart!!!

Chorus:

That should be me,

Holdin' your hand,

That should be me,

Makin' you laugh,

That should be me,

This is so sad,

That should be me,

That should be me,

That should be me,

Feelin' your kiss,

That should be me,

Buyin' you gifts,

This is so wrong,

I can't go on,

Till you believe that,

That should be me,

Holding your hand,

That should be me,

Oh i makin you laugh, oh Baby,

That should be me,

(that should be me givin you flowers)

That should be me,

Talking by hours,that should be me, that should be me,

that should be me

Never should've let you go,!

I never should've let you go,!

That should be me!! <3

Never should've let you go

That should be me!!<3

Shoes

You see that shoe.

And you think of how that shoe is just like you.

Dirty around the edges,

Not perfect

But a good fit

Not perfect

Yet still your second favorite color

Not perfect

But still pretty cute

And you think of how the shoe is just like you

Taking you places

Pushing you forward

Even

When

You'd rather sit

Lay down

Or just stand

And you think of how the shoe is just like you

Bringing adventure

Trial

Hardship

Obstacles

But coming in packages,

So you get

Friendship

And

Love

And you think of how the shoe is just like you

Sometimes making mistakes

Stubbing a toe

Staining the leather

And you wonder

What makes up for it all?

The days i spend shining

My shoes?

Or the days i spend shining

Her shoes?

And you think of how the shoe is just like you

Everyday

Trying

Sometimes

Falling short

Sometimes

Not good enough

And you think of how the shoe is just like you

Always living

And

Always walking

Ever After

"Call me Henry."

"Henry."

Reality

Once upon a reality.

What does that mean?

What is a reality?

Is it the life that those kids in Africa live?

Or the life in the white house?

How about in the city, or in China

Or in Portland, Moscow, Australia, Germany, New York, Figi, Bolivia?

On the street, in a house, or a mansion? An apartment?

Is it my moms? Or my aunt's? My sister's, my brother's, my friend's, kids I babysit?

What is it really, a reality?

It is what we make it. For the kids in Africa, impoverished countries.

It is simply our effect, Our love.

The love we have for others, their love for us

Spin that top, don't leave it locked away.

Love

Love

what is it?

They say they love you.

They cheat, they lie, they desert.

And you wonder to yourself, is this love?

All I've ever know

Is "love"

That fighting, that retaliating

So do i want it?

That love?

No

No

No, i tell myself

Not that kind of love

I want the kind that i see

On tv, at friends houses, between real parents

I want that "one in a million" chance of a life time

The kind, that when i see him, i feel lucky, and he does too

The kind where we talk freely, not needing to watch what we talk about, or be careful about What we bring up

The kind I can trust

Love, the closest thing we have to magic

Pray by JB

Hey, everyone!

For this post, please forget everything that you hate about Justin Bieber. Forget how much you think is is annoying (although you can remember he is cute and a good singer), just please, give it a chance.

Please, watch Pray by Justin Bieber. Here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9tJW9MDs2M

Even my mom liked it, which is saying a lot :D

JB

Happy Birthday JB

"Never Say Never"

Live Your Life

Live Your Life TI (Feat. Rihanna)

What you need to do is be thankful for the life you got, know what I'm saying?)
(Stop looking at what you ain't got and start being thankful for what you do got)
(Let's give it to 'em, baby girl!)

The hootin' and the hollerin', back and forth with the arguing
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in
Seems as though you lost sight of what’s important with the positive
And checks until your bank account and you up out of poverty

Your values is a disarray, prioritizing horribly
Unhappy with your riches cause you're piss poor morally
Ignoring all prior advice and forewarning
And we mighty full of ourselves all of a sudden aren't we?


(Hey, hey, yeah) You're gonna be a shining star (That's right)
(Yeah, okay, yeah) With fancy clothes and fancy ca-ars (Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
(See, yeah)And then you'll see, you're gonna go far (Go, hey)
Cause everyone knows (They know), just who you a-are (Okay, now)

(Hey!)So live your life, (Ay!, Ay ay ay)
You steady chasing that paper
Just live your life (Oh!, Ay ay ay)
Ain't got no time for no haters
Just live your life (Ay!, Ay ay ay)
No telling where it'll take you
Just live your life (Oh!, ay ay ay)

-Live Your Life TI (feat. Rihanna)

Combined Young Women and Young Men

This close.

This close.

Yet not close enough.

Still this far away.

I want you to be closer.

I want your hand to be in mine.

I want to be part of that group.

To get that.

This close.

This close

But not close enough.

Still this far away.

I wish.

I wonder.

Does he know?

This close.

This close.

But not close enough.

Still this far away.

Please, she begs.

I want it, wistful this time

Sorry, he says, but you're not part of the purple group.

You don't get soft oreos.

This close

This close.

His hand was next to mine, holding the oreos.

I should have just taken them.

To late.

Not close enough.

Why?

"You're really pretty." They say.

But are you?

Do they really care?

Does it really matter to them?

Why?

Why do they say it if they don't mean it?

Why does it hurt when they do?

Why?

"You're really pretty." They say

Again

Why again?

You know it is fake.

Just like everything else they do.

Everything else they say.

Everything else they are.

Fake.

Its fake. Its all fake

"You're really pretty." They say.

Moroni 7:45

Moroni 7:45

And charity suffereth long, and is kind, and envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Apples to Apples

Apparently,

I am shaggy and

Strange.

Ahhhh,

What a

Reassurance….?

Twilight

Team Edward?

Or Team Jacob?

Hot Rod

Ahhh...gotta love Rod.

Rod Kimble: My safe word will be whiskey [enunciates the h].

Kevin Powell: [confused] Sorry, Rod, what was that?

Rod Kimble: [same pronunciation] Whiskey.

Kevin Powell: [still confused] Don't you mean whiskey?

Rod Kimble: Hwat?

Kevin Powell: You're saying it weird.

Rod Kimble: Saying hwat hweird?

Kevin Powell: All of it.

Rod Kimble: Hwere do you get off?

Kevin Powell: I just don't get why you're saying it that way.

Rod Kimble: Hwy am I saying hwat hwat hway?

Kevin Powell: Forget it.

Rod Kimble: I hwill! I hwill forget it!

Rod Kimble: Woah, whiskey! Whiskey! Whiiskeeeeeeeeeey! Whiskeeey! Whiskeeeeey! [runs into a parked RV]

I mean, come one! hwere do they get off?

The Charge of The Light Brigade

The Charge of The Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Wedding Dresses :)

Just to clarify.....

Ball Gown Wedding Dress

Empire Wedding Dress (this is what i want)

Low Waist (my second choice)

Mermaid Wedding Dress

Blog

To desert a blog would be like leaving a friend who, without your help, would be stuck forever. never moving forward. never progressing.

*Like a vampire, addicted to, something we are able to kill for are, comments and posts. But we are not like that...we get what we can, cause we are vegetarians*

so if you were a blog writer/publisher, would you would desert your blog for a new one? leave all those old posts behind. have i not taught you enough for you to know that writing, no matter how old, can affect past, present, and future.

why can you not be pleased and grateful for what you have that is constant and sure. instead of changing it up just because you can. i mean, you already have this amazing blog. is that not enough?

a blog is about your life, continuous, it doesn't/shouldn't/couldn't end after on year. a blog isn't like a book. where you can just end one story and start on the next. it is a continuous, full of twists, turns, dilemmas, answers, changes and adventures. It is life in writing form. That never ends.

Don't you think?

**Watch Twilight series to understand any connections. i.e. vegetarians, addicted, kill for, and so on...

BIBLICAL STORY TIME

AHHHH.....GOTTA LOVE THAT IRONY

THOSE CONNECTIONS

THOSE MUTUALLY UNDERSTOOD IRONIC CONNECTIONS

Christmas!

7 Days...

‘Til when? You ask.

10080 Minutes...

‘Til when? You ask.

604800 Seconds...

‘Til when? You ask.

60400000 milliseconds...

‘Til when? You ask.

‘Til when? You ask.

Persistently

Confusedly

Impatiently

‘Til when? You ask.

Once again,

Persistently

Confusedly

Impatiently

‘Til when? You ask.

But this time,

I answer...

‘Til presents

‘Til memories

‘Til grateful smiles

‘Til family

‘Til Christmas

LOVE

Is it worth it?

The pain?

The being confused?

Is it worth it?

The risk?

The being worried?

Is it worth it?

The hurt?

The being broken hearted?

Is it really worth it?

Falling in love?

Books

Sometimes I read

To get the adventure.

Or the suspense.

Or the Romance.

But most of all,

I read

For reassurance

That everything

Will be okay

That nothing

Won't not be

That everything is

Going to be

All right

That the problem will be

Resolved

Between

Darcy and Elizabeth

Bingley and Jane

Best friends

Family

Eragon and Aria

School

The King and I

Money

Beliefs

Harry and Voldemort

Because in books

They will

Resolve

No one has lose their house

No one has break their heart

Nothing scary has to happen

Anyone evil can be defeated

No one has to die

And if they do happen

Its okay

Because it't not

Real

And everyone

Knows

It will be okay

But life really is like

A story book with

Princes

Frogs

Wishes

Superpowers

With the steady, constant things

The new page every so many lines

Every page number in chronological order

Period at ends of sentences

But also with

The different smells of each book

The plots twists

The different messes on each page

The bent spine

And so I look to

Books

But for more than the

Story

To say

OMG (oh my gosh, not the other one....)

I have been told i don't high-five hard enough

That i did great

That i really am special

I must be having a hard day

It doesn't matter

Thanks

Good job

I messed up

I look pretty

Its nothing special

Duh



But honestly, what do they know?

Maybe, its not what they say, but what we hear

Relief

Just Relief

Relief that it’s over

That the inevitable has finally happened

Relief that the suffering wasn’t prolonged

That nothing more could have happened

Relief, that I am thankful

Not angry, not depressed

Just Relief

Festival of Trees

Shopping for...

Aviators

T-shirts

Nail Polish

See's Candies

Makes a three and a half hours of volunteer work way worth it!

Adult Truths

Adult Truths (sorry adults)

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your

computer history if you die.

2. Nothing stinks more than that moment during an argument when you realize

you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was

younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure

I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the

person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories. 

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work

when you know that you just aren't going to do anything

productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I

don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks

me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that

I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not

to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or

Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just

nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they

said?

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team

up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong,

brothers and sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get

dirty, and you can wear them forever.

22. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still

not know what time it is.

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car

keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on

the Donkey, but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.

The Christmas Tree

Christmas Trees...

The smell

The sight

The beauty

The memories

The good times

The picky choosing

All proving that 3 hours of browsing was not in vain...thank goodness

Black Friday

Black Friday

12:00 (am-let me remind you) standing in a mile (almost) long line to get to old navy. Freezing our behinds off. Almost literally.

1:00 (still am) standing in another line-thank goodness it’s in the store this time…

2:00 (you guessed it-am) am home after an hour of getting lost-through streets parallel to each other…how sad, I know

3-5:00 (am-really) thankfully, sleeping

6-8:00 (am) shopping at the mall, half delirious from lack of sleep

9-11:00 (am still-thankfully) getting my beauty sleep

12:00 (pm-finally) do you know how hungry you are after shop-til-you-drop shopping? And after a deep night’s sleep, really, you can’t blame me for

1:00 (pm-after a long day) guess. Guess what we do next? Guess. Shop. As if we need more of it.

2-5:00 (pm-no way!) sttttiiilll sssshhhhhhhoopppinngggg…………and dropping

6:00 (pm) eating food from the gods-macaroni and cheese and toast