Can't wait to start another project

After making a few "things" as Christmas presents I kind of have the
I want to make stuff desire.
some might call it is a sickness, but it isn't

I can't post pictures of my projects just yet -- because they haven't been opened and what if it ruined the surprise!?

I think that my next project will be this. I can't get over how cute it is and It looks like something I can handle. Well, maybe I should finish my quilting project from a couple of summers ago before I start this one, or maybe not. I'm keeping my eye out for cute fabric that is for sure.

just can't get enough

Yesterday was my sister's wedding.


Snowy Day.

Beautiful Bride.

Happy Families.

Crazy Kids.

All together pretty perfect.

More to come.

Has the cutest mom and sisters. . . .

I have 2 little sisters (and one really little mom). The pictures pretty much speak for themselves, but I am the luckiest girl in the world.

My sister Kristin has 2 little boys who she is an amazing mother to. Recently she has been going through some pretty rough times and I am amazed daily at her tremendous will to keep on moving forward. Rarely is there anything that I can do to help her, but I am pretty sure that the things I see her do and the trials I see her work through and conquer have made me stronger as well.

This is my mom and I during the spring one day. . . I think we put the camera on timer. My mom is one tough little thing. Don't let her size fool you. I think the fact that she had 7 kids under the age of 11 pretty much sums up how amazing she is. Even though all of her kids are "grown-up" she is still a perfect example of a mother and being available if any of us need her help.

My youngest sister, Heather, is getting married in 10 days. Don't be worried. She might look like she is 12, but she is actually 24. Heather is probably the most sensitive and observant member of my family. She just knows what to say and when the right time is to say it. She is a hard worker and if she puts her mind to it you can be sure that she is going to do what she says she is going to do.

If you had told me 20 years ago when Kristin and I were fighting over her wearing my clothes or Heather was bugging us to play barbies with her that my sisters would be my best friends I probably wouldn't have believed you. But, it is true.

Sometimes, what I wouldn't give to go back to playing with our my little ponies, writing notes to leave on my dads bed, building forts to sleep in with our dolls, wearing matching outfits for whatever talent program we had come up with that day, re-arranging our rooms every Saturday just to see if there was any unique way that we could fit twin beds into a really small space, breaking up with Kristin's boyfriends on the phone and trying to convince Heather that if you kiss someone it has to count. Those times were a lot easier. However, I also believe that it is only because of all those time we had together that we will continue to help each other through challenges that will come our way.

I guess we all have our own adventures now and time has proven that it can only get better!?

Has a password problem

I think that the first step is admitting you have a problem. Right?
It is true.
I have a serious Password Problem.

For those of you who don't have a password problem let me do some explaining for you. I hate passwords.
Why?
Plain and Simple: I can NEVER remember my passwords.
It doesn't matter what I pick as my password I can't remember it and then I get "locked out" of whatever I am trying to get into and have to make phone calls, wait for emails and other fun password waiting stuff.

I am wondering how many passwords one person needs to have, because I have way to many for my little brain to remember.

2 email accounts (one work one personal)
1 bank account
innumerable online payment accounts. . . . like home mortgage, banana republic, questar gas, rocky mountain power, comcast, american express, car insurance, FHA, ann taylor etc. . see, I can't even remember all the accounts I have let alone their passwords.

And I can only get to those places if I can remember the password to get onto my computer and then to access my wireless internet. Confusing I know.

password, password, password

My life is complicated. It used to be so easy. I would pick a password I could remember (usually my birthday -- since that is all I can ever remember)
Then, all this password security stuff began. . . "it has to have numbers and letters, it must be no more than 5 characters, it must be 8 characters- no spaces, 3 spaces, can't have any letters of your name, are caps sensitive, are not caps sensitive". . . the list goes on and on.

Then come the security questions. What was your first pets name? Who was your high school science teacher? What is your favorite song on the radio? What color shirt did you wear on October 4th? What is your mother's maiden name? Who is your grandpa's next door neighbor? What date did you start this account? If you could be a super-hero who would you be? Ridiculous! Do they really think that if I can't remember 5 simple numbers and letters to enter into the password box I will remember who I sat by in the 3rd grade?

Once at school my principal set up my computer for me and picked the password. He picked the word walmart as my password, because he knew that I hated walmart and wanted to bug me. I am sad to say that all year long I had type the word walmart into my computer log-in screen every morning (because I couldn't figure out how to change it).
Surprisingly, this is the one password I remembered.

I think I might reset all of my passwords to walmart but I am NEVER going to start shopping there.

Loves these little faces

What is not to love about those smiles?!
A ten hour drive to see these little guys would be worth it every day. I think that I am going to make Thanksgiving in LA a tradition, well for at least as long as Jim and Megan live there with the smiles pictured here.

Getting away to California was just the break that I needed. I think that being away for Thanksgiving was just the ticket to help me make it through a wedding and Christmas without an emotional breakdown (that is not a promise, just a hope).

The drive down and back was fun and Mike was nice enough to let me talk his ear off for 20+ hours. It was a much more exciting Thanksgiving than I would have had if I stayed here. I even tried to take Luke running with me in the collapsible umbrella stroller. Wish I had pictures of that. I think he is the most entertaining running partner I have had in a long time. The only "person" I have ever run with who talks more than me.


We went to the Tide Pools, played games, read books, ate turkey, had dinner on the beach, watched the BYU game, and slept in small doses, but it was worth it to wake up to a little face looking at me through the bars of the crib. Before I made it to my brothers house I got to watch Mike and his friends run a 10k. I thought I would want to run (and I wanted to just a little bit), but really it was just fun to watch the race and they all did a great job.

I can hardly wait to see them again in a couple of weeks. I think they are my biggest fans. It was nice to feel needed.

Does anyone know where I can just buy a few little ones like this?

I'll save all my money and stop shopping at Banana Republic if that is what it takes. Sign me up for reading books, using baby powder to get sand off of dirty feet and cleaning up jello off the floor. Not glamorous, but sounds like a dream come true to me. Oh, and if I could live next door to Megan and have the example of the best mom in the world that would just be icing on the cake.

Side-note: Jim & Megan. . . sorry you didn't make it in to any pictures -- sure you are really sad about that.

Makes Mistakes. . . . A Lot

I make mistakes pretty much every day. . . maybe even every minute.

I could make a really long list of all of the mistakes I made today starting with: turning off my alarm and sleeping straight through what should have been my 5 mile run. Then I chose "curly hair" instead of straight and it was like a downhill slope from there. You wouldn't think that pushing snooze and then using a diffuser instead of a flat iron could play such an integral part in my day, but I think that they did.

Tomorrow I am waking up early, going running and then straightening every last piece of my hair. Lets just hope that the rest of the day follows suit and that the mistakes are held to a minimum, because I am not sure I can handle one more day of wondering, thinking and stewing over mistakes I make and wondering how, if at all possible, to fix them.

People say you learn from your mistakes, and I believe that, but seriously I think that some people just learn and they don't have to make mistakes to do so.
I want to be one of those people.

Almost forgot I was 30

All that stress about turning 30 and I had almost forgotten that I had a birthday a few weeks ago until I started downloading pictures.

So far 30 is treating me well and only a few tears over 30 have been shed.

Heather and Jason made a great carrot cake for me.





It took me a while to get all those candles out.


Thanks to my aunt and uncle for hosting my sisters and myself for my birthday, since apparently the day of my birth wasn't too important to my parents and they were traveling other parts of the country. (They did call).


Camden and a half-smile. . . he sang to me lots that day and I think was more excited about my birthday than I was.

Thanks to everyone who helped me celebrate!

is one sibling closer

My little sister Heather is engaged and getting married on December 22nd. I am excited for her, just not excited for all the drama that comes with wedding festivities.

I think that in addition to whatever beautiful dress I choose to wear to the wedding festivities I am going to have a name-tag like the one above. Why not just eliminate all confusion right up front. Single is, apparently not what I am but who I am according to some people.

For the past 10 years of sibling/cousin/friend weddings I have had to put up with ridiculous, sometimes hurtful comments made by guests.

Seriously, why do people think that it is comforting and or at all okay to say *things to the unmarried older sister like the statements below!?

* These are all things that have REALLY been said.

My unsaid, sarcastic, yet true responses (that I wish I had the courage to counter with) are in blue.

"Don't worry, nothing is wrong with you dear." - (hidden message: I am worried about you)

"All those boys are so stupid" - "Great that is what I have to pick from stupid boys. Sign me up."
"You are so much prettier now than you were 5 years ago." -- Wow, flattered.

"Well, at least at your age you won't have to worry about putting someone through school." "Yep, I suffered through 2 degrees all by myself trying to balance a stupid social life -- glad I didn't have any worries about schooling."

"I have a friend who is just like you. She didn't get married until she was OLDER and she is still very happy." "Really, define "OLDER' -- like 22?!"

"Good thing we know that Heavenly Father has a plan for everyone." (Hidden Message: Have more faith.)

"Just enjoy being single while you can. I wish I hadn't married so early. You are so lucky." -- "Ya, that really motivates me to move on the marriage plan, since you are obviously unhappy in your marriage and wish you were me."

"Maybe you are to picky." "Nope, just selective"

"How is your love life?" -- "Seriously, is that any of your business?

"I have a nephew/grandson/best-friends mail-man/old boyfriends nephew/neighbor who I don't know/etc. . . that you should go out with! What is your number?" "1-801-nothanks"

"Sometimes, we all have to find ways to prioritize and do the things that are the most important" (Hidden Message: Your priorities aren't in the right place or else you would be married)

"Sister Oaks didn't marry Elder Oaks until she was in her 50's" "You figured me out: I am holding out for a general authority to have a spouse pass away. I love older men"

". . . . if not in this life. . . . in the next." "Yep, and my mansion in Heaven in going to be huge, even if I am all alone"

What I would like to do is ask them my own inappropriate questions, so that they can understand how ridiculous they sound.

“So, how much money do you make? have in savings? invested?”

“When are you guys going to have another baby…it is about time, isn’t it?”

“How’s your LOVE life (wink, wink)?”

“When are you planning on starting a family?”

“Do you think you’ll go on a diet soon?”

“How much equity do you have in your home?”
"Do you yell at your kids all the time or just in public?"

“Are you planning on doing anything about your receding hairline?”

All is fair in love and war right?


ps - congrats Heather and Jason. . . you make a great couple!

should have been practicing

Yep, for the last 10+ years I should have been practicing my violin. It isn't that I haven't PLAYED my violin in all that time. I just haven't practiced. I would occasionally play my violin in church, for a family function and sometimes I would play for the kids at school.
But I didn't practice. Ever.

I would always think "Oh, I am not letting my skills/talents go to waste, I am still playing. I am teaching lessons. I conduct the school orchestra."
I was just playing.
Little kids play. Not adults.

I am done playing the violin. From now on, when people comment on how I PLAY the violin I am going to remind them that I don't play I practice.

Practicing as defined by Webster states:
1 a : carry out; apply
b : to do or perform often, customarily, or habitually

2 a : to perform or work at repeatedly so as to become proficient
b : to train by repeated exercises

At least practicing is my goal. I have been taking a Suzuki certification class, and I am more than a little bit nervous about passing the required audition to become officially certified after hours and hour of class-time, reading and observation.
(For those of you who are not familiar with the Suzuki method it is all serious business -- no messing around there)

Sadly, I can't even play songs that I played when I was a Sophmore in High School. . . . and that was a long time ago.

So, I have started taking lessons again -- in hopes that I can pass my audition and put these expensive Suzuki classes to use. Oh, and to make sure that it wasn't a waste of my parent's money to have me take lessons all those years.

Also, my dad always told me that a girl who played the violin was prettier. I believed him. It kept me practicing for a lot of years. I might have to fall back on that again to keep me practicing.

In a few years maybe I'll put on a recital and you will all say "Wow, you play really well" and I will remind you that actually I practice in hopes that someday I can just play again. I want to be proficient (as stated in the definition above) and I guess if that means that I go back and re-learn Go Tell Aunt Rhody that is what I will do.

Oh and I am going to start saving my money so I can buy a new violin. Right now I am spending all my money on lessons so that I can justify purchasing a new instrument.

has been thinking. . . . .

Welcome to My Closet. . . . . . .

Really, if you closet looks like mine it is time to just admit that you have a problem and go to therapy or something.

I have way more clothes than anyone should ever have.

Yes, the summer clothes are put away. These are just the fall and winter ones.
Yes, there is a whole separate closet for "jackets"
Yes, I have a dresser drawer with a few other clothing items
Yes, there are clothes that are currently being laundered so they are not pictured
Yes, I organize my closet by color
Yes, I sort through it regularly (much to my sisters delight when they get all my rejects)
Yes, I have read confessions of a shop-a-holic. . . for sure I am not that bad.
Yes, I will admit I need to get some "help" for this somewhat ridiculous obsession.



No, I haven't counted to see how many skirts I own.
No, the shoes aren't pictured (for good reason)
No, I don't "fit" into everything pictured. Some things are too big, but you never know when you might want them. . . you know?
No, I don't really wear everything I own.
No, I haven't ever bought the same shirt or pair of pants twice on accident.
No, I don't have credit card debt. . . I own all of these beauties fair and square.
No, I usually do not pay full price for something (unless of course it makes my heart race and then I have to buy it)

How?
you ask yourself, does a girl obtain so many clothes. Here it is in my estimation:

#1 -- I have lived with roommates for over 13 years of my life: When you don't have a date what do you do with the girls? Shop.
#2 -- Even when I don't/didn't live with roommates I would get phone calls from my mom or sisters saying things like "I need to find a black sweater" or "I am taking a trip and must have a swimsuit that fits" So, like every good daughter would. . . I went shopping with them.
#3 -- I am single (which brings up a whole extra set of "reasons")
#3a. Plain old "I am single" and maybe a new outfit would change that? hoping.
#3b. If you have a date with someone new you want to feel great so, you buy a new
shirt or accessory or something in that category.
#3c. Said new date (as listed in 3b) doesn't ever call you back. This is a good reason to
go out and buy something new. You know, to prove to yourself that the reason he
didn't call you back is definitely not because you aren't cute.
#3d. Family Function is coming up and all of your relatives are going to ask you "so are
you dating anyone" (which you never answer honestly anyway), but you want to
look your best and be sure that you don't wear the same sweater that you
wore last year to the Thanksgiving dinner. New sweater purchased.

#4 -- I teach school. Every school year I need new school clothes too, right?
#5 -- I wear a size that is often on sale or clearance so I can get it for close to nothing.

#6 -- Banana Republic sends me reward cards. . . . can't let them go to waste.

(This month was especially great, because it was my birthday so I got an extra $15 gift certificate -- not that you can buy even a pair of socks for $15 at banana republic)

#7 -- I am in control of my own finances. Enough Said.

In conclusion. I need to stop shopping. I probably won't.

thinks Fall should stay around a litlte bit longer

You know that it is Fall in Utah when the mountains look like

ThIs

And you have "toys" out like this one pictures below

Yes . . . in case you are wondering that is a Barbie, but not just any Barbie. This is. . . .

"Halloween Hip" Barbie

She only comes out in the fall. My dad bought her for me a few years ago. . . he thought the kids at school would like her. They did, and so did Emma who I was babysitting this afternoon. She comes in handy often.
(Confession: I kind of like her denim skirt and tall black boots)




And you can use words to describe your house like:

Warm, inviting, harvest, orange, brown, pumpkiny (I made that one up) etc. . . .

(that is my new scentsy smell in the burner. . . . I am pretty sure I don't ever need to leave the kitchen again if it can always smell like cranberry spice)

The famous "Halloween Tree" is finally out.

Pumpkin Spice Hershey Kisses and other non-essential treats are in the pumpkin dish.
Yes, it is definitely fall.

You can also be sure that it is fall when my hair color changes from the sun-bleached somewhat brown color back to its darker self. . . . .

(Picture Pending)

Happy Fall. . . .
Lets just hope it stays around a little bit longer.

Misses having friends

Just want to say that I miss the
"circle of friends"

I miss the agenda
I miss the late nights (okay kind of)
I miss the casual kisser (not pictured)
I miss going swimming (wherever we could find a pool)
I miss trips to the Phillips'

Mostly

I miss being able to walk "down the sidewalk" or "up the stairs" to have a friend.

p.s. we need to take a "real picture" next time. . .

has less than 30 days. . .

True

Less than 30 days.
In fact 21 days to be exact.
3 weeks to the day.

Until. . . .

I am 30 years old.

Not exactly sure how to feel about it.
Not exactly where I thought I would be in my life.
Not going to let it get to me.

I think that 30 is going to be my year.

When you look this good it is hard to believe that you are turning 30 in less than 30 days and still single.

I think that in and of itself is a miracle. Who says that getting married is a miracle? I think being as cute as I am and still being single is a miracle. Doesn't happen every day - that makes it a miracle.

(Not to mention I took all of these pictures of myself with the "photo-booth" feature on my MacBook - I'm talented for sure)

does 26.2

Really, what I should be posting are pictures of my fabulous BRIGHT ORANGE shirt that I got for running the marathon. Seriously, bright orange?! Why? I already have an orange shirt from the St. George marathon a few years ago. I thought that one was bad until this one came around. Someone needs to inform the "shirt designers" that we aren't hunting, we are running.

Good thing I had my pInk tank to run in -- saved the day.

So here is a run down of the race (all times are approximate).

4:40 AM -- wake up, wonder why in the world I am doing this again. Get dressed, lather myself in glide, so as to not get unnecessary chaffed, put on deodorant (it was probably futile, but I felt better about wearing it than not wearing it). Once again wonder. . . why I am up this early to run?

4:45 AM -- go to pick up other girls.

5:10 AM -- Arrive with Ramie and Heather (two other girls who were running) and try to squeeze our way onto a school bus. Finish choking down disgusting banana so I can take some ibuprofen.

5:25 AM -- Make friends with the boy I am sitting by on the drive up the canyon. I figured it was better to talk to him than to pay attention to the fact that I was going to have to haul myself back through all the roads we were driving on back to the finish line, using just my own two feet. He tells me he runs a 6:30 mile....crazy. And, I learn that he is opening his mission call when he finishes the marathon.

6:05ish AM -- Get off the bus and step into the freezing cold. Get made fun of for putting on every article of clothing I have in my possession. Squeeze into the "tent" and sit on the hard ground. I thought about stretching, but didn't really want to.

7:00ish AM -- Hear a gunshot. . . know that the pain has begun. Sometimes I wish that the gunshot was meant for me, not just for me to hear. If you die at the top of the marathon route you at least would have a really great excuse for not running.

7:03 AM - Officially start across and activate timing chip. Start the Garmin watch. Run.

7:31 AM -- People watch for a few miles. Feeling good.

8:05 -- 7 miles in. Less than 20 to go. Easy right?

8:29 -- Choke down a GU pack. I almost threw up. Had to stop and walk for a minute. Energy kicks in and I run again.

8:38 -- Still keeping good time. Almost to mile 12. Knee starts to revolt. Pray hard.

8:50 -- After walking to save knee arrive at mile 13. Only one more mile until I can see some friendly faces as I exit the canyon.

9ish -- Realize that I am probably not going to make my Boston Goal, but still wonder. Finally see people. Cheers keep me going. . . .look for Mike, but can't see him. Matt informs me that Mike thought I already passed so he went to mile 17. Now I have motivation to get to mile 17. Start counting down the miles to Mike, since counting down to the end is to far away.

9:28 - One minute away from 17 and a friendly face.

9:29 -- See Mike at mile 17! By this point my knee is ready to crack, but I am determined to finish. I give mike my pack, eat another GU pack (this one tasted better). Get sniffed by a really happy to see me dog. Look like I am going to cry out of pain and frustration. Get Mike's I-pod and hit the road running.....yep, running again. (Mike told me after that he almost made me get in the car at mile 17. . . I must have looked horrible)



10:05 -- Mile 21 -- See my parents and Mike again. Run right past them. I think if I had stopped I might have not run again. I should have at least paused and had Mike run with me. Wasn't really thinking straight at this point.



10:15 - Mile 22 - Water stop. and plain old stop. I have to walk for a minute.

10:19 - Walk again. Whimpy.

10:20 - Run!

10:23 - Wonder why people have to have kneEs anyway.

10:24 -- Keep running, see mile 23. half smile.

10:28 -- Think that all I have left if a 5k. Should be speedy fast at this point. A 5k is nothing right? Oh ya, I just ran 23 miles. . . . a 5k is a lot when you just ran 23 miles.

10:33 -- WaLK again. . . Run again. . . . WaLK again. . . . Run again. . . . WaLK

10:36 - Spot the girl in pink that it looks I can pace with.

10:40 -- Realize that people who qualify for Boston (like real runners) are finished with their race. Cry.

10:48 -- Almost to Mile 25. I should be able to finish in under 4 hours right? Talk positive to my knee. . . . talk outloud to myself. Keep listening to music that Mike put on the I-pod for me.

10:54 - Weave in and out of all the stupid streets in downtown Logan. Run straight UP main street. Serious, uphill at the end? WaLK.

10: 58- See Mile 26 in the distance. Know that I am not even going to finish in under 4 hours. Try to run harder, impossible.

11:02 - .2 to go.


11:04 - Run the homestretch. See my mom and dad cheering me through. They point out Mike on the other side. SMILe to give the illusion that I am having fun.



11:05 -- Finish
4 hours and 8 minutes later.
Get Medal.
Take Picture.

11:07 -- Try to decide if I want to eat anything -- not really.

11:08 -- See my Aunt. Breakdown and tell her I didn't make my goal.



11:15 -- Exit the runners coral take pictures with all my cute "family supporters" (you can kind of see the tears in my eyes, mixed with the sweat covering my body).


11:20 -- Go find Mike (and the dogs). Take off my shoes and promptly put on sandals.



11:20 - "A little bit later" -- Cheer in other runners. . . . Ramie and Heather finish!



Later in the Day -- Shower, Eat, Drive home, Watch BYU game, Sleep, Be sore.

Sunday -- Have a hard time walking up and down stairs. Wear high-heels (like really high heels) to church and regret my choice. . . just wanted to look cute.

Today -- Think about running St. George in 2 weeks. . . . .

CRAZY!

Finished the Marathon

I didn't finish in the time I wanted.

I finished faster than my other marathon times.
4:09

Boston is still a dream (only 29 minutes away).

Totally Achievable sometime in the future
(minus a knee that feels like it might crack at any moment starting at mile 13).

Pictures to come. Be very excited to see me sweating from head to toe.

reads (too much)

I am more than obsessed with reading, it is like an addiction for me. Lately, I buy every book I see (because I don't want to wait for it at the library). I could read all day every day and be the happiest girl alive.

However. . . .

I am taking back a book that I am reading. Seriously, it is just too much for me. I put it down last night and wondered what I had been wasting my time doing by reading it. I hate it when that happens. I am always so disappointed when something I have been wanting to read turns out to be less than I expected. Good thing Costco has a no questions asked return policy. Although, I might just tell them what I think of this book. . . I have before.
(I am not going to tell you what book it is because maybe you read it and thought it was great and that is okay too)

"As with companions so with books. We may choose those which will make us better, more intelligent, more appreciative of the good and beautiful in the world, or we may choose the trashy, the vulgar, the obscene, which will make us feel as though we've been wallowing in the mire."

(quote from President David O. McKay -- taken from Our Refined Heavenly Home by Douglas L. Callister, Ensign, June 09)

Is LOOKING for New Recipes

Do you ever get to the point where you are tired of ALL of the food that you make!?
I am past that point.
Kind of a big deal for me, since any of you who know me know that I am not really an "eater" Don't get me wrong, I eat, I am just not really a food connoisseur. I eat out of necessity, not pleasure. In fact it is probably kind of weird that I don't really love food yet I love to make it. I love trying new recipes and baking (remember my joy about getting a Bosch Mixer/food processor/blender -- yep, love it)
I guess I eat because I have to have energy to fuel my exercise habits.

SO . . . .
the point of this post is to say that I am tired of all of my staple food choices. I need some good ideas on what to make for dinner(s)


What are some of your favorite recipes?
preferably healthy
preferably ingredients that are not hard to find
also keep in mind
I am cooking for 1
&
I am not a "red meat lover"
other than that pretty open
doesn't necessarily have to be fast or easy

not picky
just selective

Send me ideas!

feels a little lost. . .

Meetings at school start today. I don't belong to "a school" anymore-- well, I mean I guess I belong to BYU now, but that is different. I feel a little bit lost. Weird as it sounds I kind of wish I was sitting in the library at Art City Elementary with all of my faculty friends passing notes to Shoni and Robin while listening to the "bodily fluids" presentation by the school nurse-- and hearing about everyone's summer -- and wondering why a few ornery teachers still never smile or have anything nice to say to anyone -- and acting bugged when Dave once again says we can't wear jeans to work, but secretly knowing that I have lots of great non-jean outfits that I am just dying to wear -- and seeing what second grade teachers my kids from last year have this year -- and having my own new class list to wonder over -- and on and on!


It is just kind of an odd feeling to know that in a few days kids will be filling classrooms, and one of them won't be mine. I am still excited about my new assignment/job working at BYU and with the students who are training to be teachers. I guess that you can know you have done the right thing and be sad all at once.

I kind of feel like I just had a "mutual break-up" with someone I was dating. Like the kind where you both know it isn't going to work, but you are still sad. Like I "broke-up" with my job?! Weird.


Feeling a little lost.

needs this shirt

Seriously. . . . . it comes in pink too.
Ever since Ann Taylor went out of business at the riverwoods I have been distraught and had to turn my attentions to Banana Republic. I think that this shirt is worth a trip to Fashion Place Mall. Plus I have a 40% off coupon -- or if I wanted two they are buy one get one 50% off. They have lots of cute shirts right now. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday (oh wait everyday is Saturday for me) I am making a trip just as soon as I finish my run.