Monday, November 28, 2011

My Apologies

If you happened to read my blog over the weekend.... I am so sorry.
Emotions get the best of all of us.
You've just got to laugh at yourself and move on.
(I deleted the posts because they were so embarrassing, though.)

The good news: Everything is back to normal and I am happier than I've been in weeks. :)

To apologize to you all for my temporary breakdown, here is a (unedited) picture of the view from one of the houses I lived in while in New Zealand. Feel free to be jealous and/or use it as your computer's wallpaper. I give you permission. :)

Sunday, November 20, 2011


"Please come over on Saturday."
"No. I've told you before."
"No. All your family will have just arrived. I will not go and be the only person with dark hair in the whole house. And you'll all be busy hugging."
"Okay, I understand."

*repeat this conversation twenty times. Seriously. Multiple times every day. Finally, Saturday arrived*

"Please come over today."
"Hmmmmmm no. What are you guys gonna be doing anyway?"
"Playing games. Talking. Oh, and cheesesteaks for dinner."
"..... Cheesesteaks?"
"Yep! Sooo good."
"...... Okay, I'll come."

The cheesesteaks were the deciding factor (even though I don't even put cheese on mine, thank you.)

I'm glad I went.
I met my role model, finally. I've only been stalking her blog for months.
When she saw me she hugged me and said we were practically already friends. I was so happy; I almost died.
And I met her baby. She's got the bright red hair, too. We all just sat and stared at her; she's so perfect.
Oh, and I obsessively played with electric candles. Yep, I made a good impression. Obviously.

I love that family. Even though I was practically the only one there with dark hair.

They can be the Weasleys and I can be Hermione?
Yes. Ten thousand times, yes.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

I've probably mentioned this before, but I volunteer at a local hospital.

Can I just tell you all how extremely grateful I am for my health?

I have decided that absolutely everything can go wrong with the body. Everything.

And I only hear a tiny smidgen of it at  my info desk.

Do you know how sad it is to direct someone to the ICU?

The hospital is a place people are supposed to be healed, but from my experience, it is also where they go to die.

Everyone in my family is healthy. I am healthy. I am so, so grateful.

*Note: Sorry this wasn't a great analogy or something. I wish I could give examples, but I can't say anything about the people I see at the hospital.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


I don't go around trying to think of boy analogies all the time, okay?

But this came to me one afternoon and I felt so smart and it fit so perfectly that I have to share it.

*Disclaimer: If I did not come up with this, then I apologize. I purely believe it is from my own thinking.

Boy are like jeans.
You find a pair that fits perfectly. You feel like a million bucks and you get ten thousand compliments the first day you wear them.
Pretty soon they become the only pair of pants you wear. You try on a pair of slacks and it just looks weird.

Time passes, and one of two things will happen:
1) You DO start wearing other pants, and eventually the love for your jeans fades.
or, more commonly (for me)
2) You wear your jeans practically everyday for months and months. You are stuck in this mindset that this is the best pair and they make you look the best.
Finally, a parent or friend must stage and intervention and drag you to the store. There you try on pair after pair, constantly moaning for your precious perfect jeans.

Then, wonder of wonders, you try on a pair and they are more than perfect. Not only do you look like a supermodel; they have simultaneously given you the power to cure cancer. You wonder how you ever lived with your old jeans. In fact, now that you're looking at them, you finally see that they aren't tight in the places they are supposed to be tight and the knees are faded (but not in a cool way) and remember how you had to constantly pull them up because they got so stretched out.

This new pair, you say, is much better.

And the cycle begins again.

"So you're saying there will always be better jeans than the pair we have? Our love for our denim will never last?!" Not so.

One day, instead of going to the mall, you'll go to a thrift store and find a comfortable, clean pair of jeans. No, they don't have the sequins or the embroidered pockets, but who really needs those?
And every day you wear those simple jeans, you will find new things you love about them. They don't wear over time; they gain character!

You'll never have to go jean shopping again.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The boxes are packed (sort of).

Ten million trips have been made back and forth.

I'm only moving a block away, but it's killing me.

When I grow up.... I'm gonna be one of those people who doesn't move out of their house. Ever.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


My redhead.
He got called on a mission.

I sat next to him as he opened the letter.
I watched him cry with joy.

My redhead is called to teach the true word of God in Moscow, Russia. He will be leaving for two years on March 14th, 2012.

I feel like I'm walking through a dream.