One may wonder who this adorable little girl is. She happens to belong to the potential governor of Idaho, who was invited by my almost-overly-lovely father to stay the night with our family.
The potential governor is campaigning, and why would one not attempt to win over the city of Preston during Rodeo Weekend? It was actually quite enjoyable. The children are adorable, their family is so kind. He is so kind, with great intentions. But, my mother and I do share the same genes; after 7 hours of entertaining we are now watching a movie (playing it rather loudly, drowning out all else), and wondering to ourselves why my father was not a major part of the entertaining process? Somehow he gets out of it.
Dear Future Husband,
Last night I was talking to my old friend from high school. His name is Brooks Moser. Anyway, as we were catching up we started talking about his hunt for a wife. It was mostly joking, but he was talking about characteristics he looks for in a future wife. He's not too picky; he just wants a girl that is chill, and thinks he's funny once in awhile, and can maybe put up with a football game or two. This conversation made me start thinking about you.
Could you please take pictures of me? Like when I look especially good on a Sunday, could you take a picture of me? Not because I ask you to, but just cause you think I look good.
I think you'll really like to help me cook. It's pretty fun when two people help each other.
You'll have to help me brush my hair sometimes. What if you don't help me and I don't feel like doing it anymore, and I don't brush it for 8 months like I did in Jr. high? Yeah, sometimes you'll have to help me brush it. And maybe blow-dry too. That part gets so boring.
I know it will be tough, but you'll have to let me cry just to cry sometimes. And, you may have to embrace the fact that I cry over everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Speaking of crying, I know it will be hard, but sometimes you have to let me be mad for no reason. For example: when I watch "P.S. I Love You" I get really mad. I get really mad cause she has cute coats, and shoes, and headbands that all match and I don't. Just let me me grumpy; it too shall pass.
You have to understand, Husband That I Don't Know Yet, that sometimes I'll be in a mood to watch a movie, or go for a walk, or play a game, but it can change. Sometimes that change happens so fast that in the same sentence that I'm agreeing to go, I'll refuse to go. Just a warning so you aren't startled.
I really hate doing the dishes. So maybe every once in a while, when I don't want to do the dishes, do you think you could dance with me in the kitchen until I decide that I want to?
I like sports, a lot actually, but you just have to be willing to teach me. I really like watching when I understand, I just don't understand that much yet.
Understand that I don't do anything halfway. I have a million hair products. I over think. I love to daydream, and think about the future. When I have a good hair day, there is nothing that could destroy my mood. Yes, I am such a girl sometimes.
I really like laughing. You know when you get that point when you can't stop laughing? That's when I start to laugh like Elmo. I love that.
I love Sundays. Everything about them, I love. I love getting ready for church, and going to church, and testimony meeting, and lessons that are well prepared. And I love Sunday dinners, and movies, and naps. I love visiting people in the afternoons. I bet you love all of that, too. Don't you?
Sometimes I can't wait to meet you. Do you ever feel the same way?
I'll really love you. I'll love all of you. Every single thing. I know I will.
Guess I'll see you around.
xo, Moi
Last night I was talking to my old friend from high school. His name is Brooks Moser. Anyway, as we were catching up we started talking about his hunt for a wife. It was mostly joking, but he was talking about characteristics he looks for in a future wife. He's not too picky; he just wants a girl that is chill, and thinks he's funny once in awhile, and can maybe put up with a football game or two. This conversation made me start thinking about you.
Could you please take pictures of me? Like when I look especially good on a Sunday, could you take a picture of me? Not because I ask you to, but just cause you think I look good.
I think you'll really like to help me cook. It's pretty fun when two people help each other.
You'll have to help me brush my hair sometimes. What if you don't help me and I don't feel like doing it anymore, and I don't brush it for 8 months like I did in Jr. high? Yeah, sometimes you'll have to help me brush it. And maybe blow-dry too. That part gets so boring.
I know it will be tough, but you'll have to let me cry just to cry sometimes. And, you may have to embrace the fact that I cry over everything. When I say everything, I mean everything. Speaking of crying, I know it will be hard, but sometimes you have to let me be mad for no reason. For example: when I watch "P.S. I Love You" I get really mad. I get really mad cause she has cute coats, and shoes, and headbands that all match and I don't. Just let me me grumpy; it too shall pass.
You have to understand, Husband That I Don't Know Yet, that sometimes I'll be in a mood to watch a movie, or go for a walk, or play a game, but it can change. Sometimes that change happens so fast that in the same sentence that I'm agreeing to go, I'll refuse to go. Just a warning so you aren't startled.
I really hate doing the dishes. So maybe every once in a while, when I don't want to do the dishes, do you think you could dance with me in the kitchen until I decide that I want to?
I like sports, a lot actually, but you just have to be willing to teach me. I really like watching when I understand, I just don't understand that much yet.
Understand that I don't do anything halfway. I have a million hair products. I over think. I love to daydream, and think about the future. When I have a good hair day, there is nothing that could destroy my mood. Yes, I am such a girl sometimes.
I really like laughing. You know when you get that point when you can't stop laughing? That's when I start to laugh like Elmo. I love that.
I love Sundays. Everything about them, I love. I love getting ready for church, and going to church, and testimony meeting, and lessons that are well prepared. And I love Sunday dinners, and movies, and naps. I love visiting people in the afternoons. I bet you love all of that, too. Don't you?
Sometimes I can't wait to meet you. Do you ever feel the same way?
I'll really love you. I'll love all of you. Every single thing. I know I will.
Guess I'll see you around.
xo, Moi
Do lists really work? I'm going to vote: Yes. Because I don't have a To Do list today, and I have yet to finish a project. Yikes.
On my To Do List:
*Grammar Final
*Literary Analysis Final
*Clean my bedroom
*Pack for the break (which I will not really get, because I have to be responsible and work)
*Finish my D&C final paper
*Put together 2 portfolios for Grammar
*Finish my quiz for literary analysis class
*Work way too much
*Final project for Research/Presentation class
*Sleep sometime
*Mandatory-last-minute roommate bonding
*Meet with the Bishop for the new calling
This list makes me want to over eat and sleep. That's probably what will happen.
Someone save me from myself.
On my To Do List:
*Grammar Final
*Literary Analysis Final
*Clean my bedroom
*Pack for the break (which I will not really get, because I have to be responsible and work)
*Finish my D&C final paper
*Put together 2 portfolios for Grammar
*Finish my quiz for literary analysis class
*Work way too much
*Final project for Research/Presentation class
*Sleep sometime
*Mandatory-last-minute roommate bonding
*Meet with the Bishop for the new calling
This list makes me want to over eat and sleep. That's probably what will happen.
Someone save me from myself.
Today was a gorgeous summer day; one made for floating a river (or a flume), or jumping on the tramp with the sprinklers and dish soap. Instead, I spent my day being a stupid college student and doing lame college things. It went something like this:
2:20 am--rolled over and looked at my clock, wondering why I woke up
2:23 am--realized I was woken up by the sweat dripping down my neck. Tried to re situate
4:34 am--tried to play mind games, convincing myself I was actually not even the slightest bit warm, and that sleep was a great thing
6:45 am--thought about going out on the couch...maybe it would be cooler?
7:40 am--moved out to the couch
8:30 am--woken up by the roommate who works on Saturday mornings
8:54 am--started to fall back asleep
9:10 am--woken up by MJ singing "Smooth Criminal" on my alarm
9:19 am--rolled off the couch
9:21 am--realized I still needed to put away my laundry
9:45 am--took an ice cold shower
9:46 am--decided not to wash my hair so I don't have to blow dry it
9:55 am--sat in front of the fan
9:58 am--think about Sunday and hope everyone sustains me in my new calling
9:59 am--hope they remember to sustain me in my new calling
10:30 am--went to the library
12:24 pm--interrupted Tanya for the 40th time to tell her I was hungry
12:45 pm--got a text from Taylor A. asking what we should do for lunch
1:30 pm--went to lunch at the Crossroads
2:00 pm--headed back to the library
3:30pm--told Tanya I was bored
3:31 pm--headed home
4:01 pm--tried to take a nap
4:32 pm--talked to mom on the phone
5:01 pm--got woken up by Tanya's friend, and left my bedroom
5:42 pm--finally dozed off, still dripping sweat
5:51 pm--got a text from TC, and responded
6:03 pm--got another text, and decided to put my phone on silent
6:36 pm--realized my phone was on vibrate, and got woken up again. Decided to reply to my other messages
6:42 pm--stormed out of the apartment in a very bad mood, to get Morgan liquid Ibuprofen
7:20pm--returned from the store with new eyeshadow, and a Sonic cherry-lime aid, in a much better mood
7:36 pm--headed to Brynn's to make dinner
7:42 pm--invited Mom and Dad to eat with us when they bring Haylee to AFY tomorrow
8:00 pm--ate dinner, while Darren hovered-watching us eat
8:56 pm--realized we didn't have enough food for tomorrow
9:01 pm--went to the grocery store
9:34 pm--got 2 coupons for a dollar off Silk Milk, and got very excited
9:47 pm--called TC
10:17 pm--got very frustrated and hung up with TC
10:49 pm--watched music videos on YouTube
11:20pm--thought about going to bed
11:21 pm--started blogging about my uneventful day instead
11:44 pm--decided I really should go to bed, because I couldn't feel my fingers anymore
2:20 am--rolled over and looked at my clock, wondering why I woke up
2:23 am--realized I was woken up by the sweat dripping down my neck. Tried to re situate
4:34 am--tried to play mind games, convincing myself I was actually not even the slightest bit warm, and that sleep was a great thing
6:45 am--thought about going out on the couch...maybe it would be cooler?
7:40 am--moved out to the couch
8:30 am--woken up by the roommate who works on Saturday mornings
8:54 am--started to fall back asleep
9:10 am--woken up by MJ singing "Smooth Criminal" on my alarm
9:19 am--rolled off the couch
9:21 am--realized I still needed to put away my laundry
9:45 am--took an ice cold shower
9:46 am--decided not to wash my hair so I don't have to blow dry it
9:55 am--sat in front of the fan
9:58 am--think about Sunday and hope everyone sustains me in my new calling
9:59 am--hope they remember to sustain me in my new calling
10:30 am--went to the library
12:24 pm--interrupted Tanya for the 40th time to tell her I was hungry
12:45 pm--got a text from Taylor A. asking what we should do for lunch
1:30 pm--went to lunch at the Crossroads
2:00 pm--headed back to the library
3:30pm--told Tanya I was bored
3:31 pm--headed home
4:01 pm--tried to take a nap
4:32 pm--talked to mom on the phone
5:01 pm--got woken up by Tanya's friend, and left my bedroom
5:42 pm--finally dozed off, still dripping sweat
5:51 pm--got a text from TC, and responded
6:03 pm--got another text, and decided to put my phone on silent
6:36 pm--realized my phone was on vibrate, and got woken up again. Decided to reply to my other messages
6:42 pm--stormed out of the apartment in a very bad mood, to get Morgan liquid Ibuprofen
7:20pm--returned from the store with new eyeshadow, and a Sonic cherry-lime aid, in a much better mood
7:36 pm--headed to Brynn's to make dinner
7:42 pm--invited Mom and Dad to eat with us when they bring Haylee to AFY tomorrow
8:00 pm--ate dinner, while Darren hovered-watching us eat
8:56 pm--realized we didn't have enough food for tomorrow
9:01 pm--went to the grocery store
9:34 pm--got 2 coupons for a dollar off Silk Milk, and got very excited
9:47 pm--called TC
10:17 pm--got very frustrated and hung up with TC
10:49 pm--watched music videos on YouTube
11:20pm--thought about going to bed
11:21 pm--started blogging about my uneventful day instead
11:44 pm--decided I really should go to bed, because I couldn't feel my fingers anymore
You guys, this is Tanya. I love her.
The semester is almost over, and she is leaving. For good. Not even an "Aw, man! I won't see you for a few months, but then we'll live together again!" goodbye; but an "Aw, man! I have to come all the way to Utah when I want to see you from now on. We'll never live together again. This sucks." goodbye.
Living with her has been one of the best things that has happened to my college career. Next to snow cones of course...
I'm gonna miss her. A lot. As much as I love her, I'll miss her.
For some reason I get this sense of pure bliss on Sunday morning. Despite the fact I could easily count the hours of sleep I got on one hand after preparing my Sunday School lesson, I woke up this morning in a great mood. There is a sense of rest and improvement. I have vowed not to do anything routine, or normal on Sundays, but instead to set these days of the week apart. Maybe that's why I love them.
Somehow the pure sense of bliss threatens to be slaughtered about this time on a Sunday night. Right about 9:00pm I realize that tomorrow is Monday.
So, I do the smartest thing I could possibly do, and stay up till all hours of the night--making my Sunday bliss last as long as I can stretch it.
So what if I'm so tired on Monday I go cross-eyed? My Sunday lasted that much longer.
Somehow the pure sense of bliss threatens to be slaughtered about this time on a Sunday night. Right about 9:00pm I realize that tomorrow is Monday.
So, I do the smartest thing I could possibly do, and stay up till all hours of the night--making my Sunday bliss last as long as I can stretch it.
So what if I'm so tired on Monday I go cross-eyed? My Sunday lasted that much longer.
Friday marked two decades since the day of Tanya's birth. I wanted her to break down like I did last year, but that's not how Big T works. I love Tanya. A lot. She rocks. So, we decided to kind of surprise her. It wasn't a big deal. But, it was all of her favorite people, and food, and drinks, and, yeah.
We woke up and made her french toast. Then we woke her up to eat it with us. Then she went to class like the responsible adult she is, and we scrambled to pull last minute things together.
Then, she came home and we acted like nothing was going on.
We did a really good job.
Poor Tanya, I felt so bad for her. She kept saying she had no plans. And we kept playing along. So, I told her I needed to run errands, but I was sure I would have time to get chips and salsa and drinks at Gringo's with her. So, we trekked out. All the while she was thinking she was running errands for her birthday.
Our waitress was the worst photographer. Seriously. She should never be allowed to touch a camera. Ever. But, we had fun. Once again, poor Tanya. She was starving and I wouldn't let her eat. Not because I'm abusive, but because the whole time this was going on.
Tanya's favorite is sandwiches. Jimmy John's sandwiches mostly. Don't worry, she's not too lame. Just her favorite foods are lame. So, we had Jimmy cater. He did a pretty good job.
We woke up and made her french toast. Then we woke her up to eat it with us. Then she went to class like the responsible adult she is, and we scrambled to pull last minute things together.
Then, she came home and we acted like nothing was going on.
We did a really good job.
As I was already acting nonchalant, I gave her my supposed present: a first aid kit (just in case of another birthday incident), a picture of us, and a burned CD of Toby Keith. Lame. But she covered up her disappointment pretty well, and acted excited. Luckily, I'm not lame. So, we listened to a Toby for a minute before I cornered her in the kitchen and asked her if she liked the CD. She said she loved it. Good thing, cause then I gave her the tickets I had purchased for us to see Mr. Keith live. Then she got really excited. I really like making people really excited. I asked her to go with me, but it sounded a lot like a marriage proposal. So, I asked her to marry me too (sarcastically, obviously). She said yes. 
My good acting/white lying skills, the fact the party was in the middle of the day, and our indifference to the whole day pulled off the surprise pretty well.
Later, we played pool (it's quite the show when Tanya, Taylor, and I play), and went to the drive in.
I love Tanya. We all do. But, I especially do. She means the world to me. I'm glad I know her. And I'm glad she was born, so that I could know her...and so we could party.