A Little Break Here and There

I'm sorry I'm a bad blogger.

And that sometimes I disappear off the face of the planet

(to those of you who are wondering).

But we've been having a bit of a family crisis.

And when it rains, it pours.

I'm currently hiding under my mom, just like that little elephant.

So I'll be here and there.

Around a little bit.

Ya know.

My New Obsession

If it's wrong, I don't want to be right.

Becoming Better

As an owner of massive amounts of long, dark hairs, I found this post very funny.

I've lived with many roommates and I've battled the hair thing.

This past year, all of us had long hair, and 3 of the 4 had darker hair.

The bathroom counter gets pretty gross.

I feel so bad for those who've had to put up with it the most

(Heather, Dawna, and Brothers, I know it was you. I'm so so sorry.)

and I vow to do better.

No more hair on the bathroom counter.

No more sticking my hair on the shower wall.

No more clogged drains.

No more white carpet with a fine layer of brown because the vacuum isn't working.

I've learned how to clean out the drain.

I'm turning over a new leaf.

Except for when we're driving with the windows down and it flies at your face, Dennis.

That's not my fault.

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Just Another Reason Why You Should Study in the Library

I know.

My school is awesome.

Some Pretty Things For You To Enjoy

I should tell you...

I love photography and pretty things.

I have a whole bunch of incredible pictures that I've collected from various places around the internet machine.

I don't always have a blog post for them over here, so I'm putting them all up on my tumblr, one by one, for you and me to enjoy.

Here we go.

Lots of fun pictures found here.

Missing Cat

This is the best thing I've seen today.

Please laugh as much as I did.

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

I have this funny little walk.

It's kind of like a duck.

Floppy.

And Momma noticed of course.

She used to do a little modeling, back in the day.

She told me what to do and how to fix it.

So I was working at the restaurant the other night and practicing how I walk.

One foot in front of the other.

Barely sway the hips.

Shoulders back.

Work it.

Fierce.

I went to ask some ladies how they were doing and one of them said,

"Girl, you have a mean walk. And I should know."

Turns out, she used to be a model and currently trains them for the run way.

Mission accomplished, Mom!

Now I can go back to walking like a duck.

Then, Anggie and I did prego Tiff walking impressions.

Maybe I'll start walking that way.

{aka waddling}

It's fun!

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A Piece of the Past

Today I found a time capsule that I made when I was in high school.

You know, the little film cans that you put a piece of paper in that you've folded up super tiny.

I'm guessing I made it in seminary {more about that here} and, by the handwriting, I was probably about 14 or 15.

It only had two things on it.

1. Be more outgoing

Score!

I've socked that one right out of the water.

I think that living on my own and having to choose to be friendly or be lonely has made me a bit more outgoing.

2. Grow closer to my Savior

I don't usually wax religious on here, but I find it interesting that as a young teenager, I was interested in building a relationship with my Savior.

This is what I believe. This is why I believe it.

Isn't time a funny thing?

I'm a completely different person than I was even 3 years ago.

I was just talking to my dad about how different I am from when I was 18.

I don't even recognize myself.

It was fun to see how I felt about myself at age 14 by reading just a little slip of paper.

I'm going to do it again.

Why don't you make a time capsule?

Write down what you want to be in 5 years? Or ten?

That Imaginary Person In Your Head

Today I was talking to myself.

Not that this is unusual.

But today I realized something:

I call myself Sister.

I looked in the mirror and said, "No red lipstick with this skirt, Sister."

Weird!

I think it comes from my parents, who call me Sister

{it works because I'm the only girl.}

Do you talk to yourself?

Do you call yourself by your name?

I'm curious as to whether or not I'm the only crazy one out there.

Summer Soundtrack

Here's some songs for you to enjoy.

{All of them very different...}

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left ~Andrew Bird

Everything Trying ~Damien Jurado

All Over Me ~Josh Turner

If I Die Young ~The Band Perry

Water ~Brad Paisley

Ima Real Cowgirl

Once, I branded a cow.
For reals.
Here is my proof. (That's me, in the red shirt, holding the branding iron.)
And it was actually a couple cows.
And, you know, I helped with some other stuff that needed to be done.
I know, I'm awesome.
It was the best day of my life.
And now all I want to do is marry a cowboy and live on a ranch.
Funny, how I never thought that I was interested in that sort of thing.
Surprise!
I love it.

Outdoor Longings

Okay, I think I've finally got this little thing to where I don't want to shoot myself in the face every time I look at it.

I'm not abandoning tumblr, I'm just going to post back on here again, where my real readers are.

A few minutes ago, I was giggling to myself about a post that I was going to write.

And now that I'm actually typing, it's gone, of course.

Oh!

Found it.

I've been thinking a lot about the outdoors.

I'm back home in Florida with my little family for the rest of the summer and the weather has been tough.

It's not that I mind hot (not at all) but I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by the humidity.

For those of you who have been forced to spend more than 10 minutes out of doors in central

Florida in the summertime, you know what I'm talking about.

It isn't easy feeling this sticky.

But I digress.

When I said I've been thinking about the outdoors, I meant that I had been dreaming about this:

I can't wait until I have a husband and little kiddies to take camping.

Not in Florida.

That's gross.

But down to Moab and up into the mountains.

I want to cook over a fire and teach my little ones where all the constellations are and play the guitar and sing around the campfire.

Sigh.

For now, I have awesome friends and family to do this with.

Yay me!

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Stupid Blogger

I'm switching to tumblr until I can figure this thing out and stop being so angry at it. I might come back here one day soon. I might not. I don't really know yet. Anyways, meet Lady Reynacorn.

Oh, and the irony that I am using Blogger to advertise Tumblr is not lost on me.

Enjoy.

Stuck

See the new layout?

It was an accident.

I don't know how to fix it.

And I want to go back to the old way.

HELP ME!

The World Cup

So some people are, like, annoyed with me for not blogging.

Which is flattering.

So here we go again.

You know how I hate sports?

Well, I do.

I think they're silly.

And boring.

But then I met the World Cup.

I mean, I resisted for a good chunk of time.

But last week I was bored and missing all the obsessed people I hang out with in my dear Provo, and BAM! It hit me. Portugal vs. Spain.

Those men are hot.

I think that's actually what it is.

Not soccer.

Just the hot men running around.

Super enjoyable.

Try it sometime.