if it were up to me

I need to get me a twin!

moody monday

Actual Children’s Answers to The Question “What Is Love?”

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” 

- Chrissy, age 6 

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” 

- Terri, age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” 

- Danny, age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” 

- Emily, age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” 

- Bobby, age 7

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” 

- Nikka, age 6

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” 

- Noelle, age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” 

- Cindy, age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” 

- Clare, age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” 

- Elaine, age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” 

- Chris, age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” 

- Mary Ann, age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” 

- Rebecca, age 8

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” 

- Karen, age 7

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” 

- Jessica, age 8

horses

At a very early age I decided that I wanted a 1967 Ford Mustang (Preferably in Black or Forest Green) & 18 yrs later I STILL WANT ONE.

So, I decided to blog about it and make it official...I'm going to own one. After my mission and before I do anything (i.e., go back to school, get married, eat my life away) I will own one ( :

chicken patty

It's a friggin BEAUTIFUL day in the neighborhood!

Too bad I only have 4 more hrs to enjoy it, before being trapped in a bldg all day.

I just got sent an "ethics" tutorial from my job that I have to take, but I decided to skip. Boss. It's due in June. Gayy.

It's going to be a long day...

forever

This morning, I got up [earlier than normal] and got ready to go to the Temple. Since I don't have a car, my visits are limited, and so it is even more wonderful when I do get to go.

Life can be crazy. I know. Look up dysfunctional in the thesaurus and I bet there's a picture of my family right next to it. Seriously. But when I think of the temple or when I am in the temple, all those things don't matter! The person that I used to be, the things that I did that I am not proud of, the little things that can be stressful about everyday life...they don't exist.

It's difficult for me to allow myself to be tied down by my self-imposed limitations or by the views of the world when I've felt so close to my Heavenly Father, that it all boils down to "I know Better".

Life is all about CHOICES, and it's really as black and white as choosing to be happy or choosing to be miserable. I don't care what anyone says, it's that easy! Choose to be happy. And when those days come that we find the choice to be more difficult than usual then fake it 'til you make it!

I love to see the Temple has always been my favorite primary song for as long as I can remember. Now that I'm older [and hopefully wiser] and have been able to feel the blessings of going to the temple, I am so grateful for the blessing of being able to learn the Gospel at a very early age! And I'm especially grateful to have a Temple not too far away.

In between dreams..

In between dreams...

I work.

Last night's dreams included:  a radio shack that doubled as a secret entrance to a field that led to a flower covered pyramid -- I tried to climb it in my dream but couldn't, because I'm scared of heights. Surprise surprise. Ha! -- and my Mercedes getting Hijacked.

I obviously watch too many movies. These dreams are killin' me, i'd rather not have any so I can wake up not tired from trying to climb a flipn pyramid and getting my non-existent car hijacked...i'm just sayin!

burnt taste-buds

Thank you [2] people in my training class who know how to ask the most ridiculous questions imaginable, you keep my mind awake and alert with annoyance.

There are 2 rules that were given that some people have no grasp on:
1. No cell phones in secure areas [which is basically everywhere!]
 -failure to comply results in $5,000 fine and termination
2. No sitting in your car.

So, the genius behind me decides she has a question anyways. Here's what she asks:
"Soo...can I talk on my phone in my car?"

--->No, Dummy! Their assumption is that you don't even own a cell phone and 2. you aren't even allowed to be chillin in your car anyways...please ask another Idiotic question so I can poke you in the eye!

P.S. I burnt the tip of my tongue on some Hot Chocolate at work last night & it still feels no bueno :(

cake

In honor of Ymalu's 12th Birthday, her sister and I went and watched Red Riding Hood (without her).

Besides the 2 extremely handsome love interests...it sucked.

cream cheese

Dear World,

I'm up to 2 jobs now...going for 3 - who needs sleep anyways, I can sleep when I die - and although I may not feel overwhelmed yet, I know it'll eventually suck BUT we're going to stay Optimistic! Money makes the World go round...right?

No. Actually, I have "a" bill to pay and some additional bills I feel obligated to pay.

So, if I suddenly disappear off the face of the earth...look for me either at ACS or Ross.

Goodbye non-existent social life. Goodbye Sleep. Goodbye family that I never see anyways!

Sincerely,

the Employed Me.

P.S. I'm not that tan. It's a lie!

nuts

Once upon a time...I thought I was cool and edited this picture like I was some genius photographer. HA.

No Really.

So in about 45 minutes I need to be at Ross - Yes, dress for less! - for an interview. Mind you, I start a job next Tuesday from 3pm-11:30pm, so if Ross hires me I'll only be able to work anytime before then. Pretty sure that that cuts my chances down about 50%, maybe even less. I kinda sorta sorta kinda care...but not really.

Back to the picture! That girl with the coach bag that's filled to the extreme limit, most of my trips to Ross are with her and I always end up buying something. P.S. I don't even have money and yet somehow I spend it? Ridiculous. I know. Well anyways, let's see what happens. Let's be honest, I just want a discount on top of my discount!

iwant

I want a lot of things, but don't need half of 'em.

Assuming that hats and headbands were made to fit my head, I want these:

(modcloth.com; pretty sure I have the white shirt this girl is wearing..)

(also from modcloth.com; these last two are actually headbands!)

Granted, I'd probably never wear the last two, I definitely would try the first one. P.s. my birthday is in July (;

Edge of Desire

I am hopelessly in love with someone who doesn't even know that I am. Ridiculous. I know. I tell myself that, every other minute. My thoughts are consumed by ridiculousness lately. The best part is, never been on a date with the guy & he's never said or done anything that legitimizes the way I feel, yet I still feel the way I do. It's semi-annoying. Really. I could give you about 5 or 6 reasons that could somewhat attempt to validate how I feel, but at the end of the day, logic says "get real". These are the moments that I am extremely bothered by my XX chromosomes. Is it really better to have loved than not love at all? This hopeless romantic ISH is really starting to irritate me. Or am I really only irritated by the fact that I'm not brave enough to take a risk and address my feelings. This internal conversation is a vicious cycle of thoughts transmitted by my brain aimed at my heart, threatening to break it. AAAAAHHHHHH!

(P.S. Don't worry, I'm still going on my mission! Just needed to get a YEAR-long conversation in my head, OUT of my head!)
(P.S.S. Sounds like 'infatuation'. I know. I've been infatuated before. There's something about this time that feels different? I could be wrong...I guess we'll [I'll] eventually find out!)

waterworks

This was ME during sacrament meeting today. That's probably a really accurate depiction of what my face looked like too. Kudos to Google. I was just missing the sippy cup and hat. Maybe next time?

Seriously though, I knew it was fast and testimony meeting, I kind of already decided I wasn't going to get up and bear my testimony, because I have been impressed to go up there every fast Sunday for the past Year and a half, and I'm sure the congregation get's it. I love the Gospel. They know. Ha. So as I sat there and listened to the testimonies that were given, it's like a water pipe in my face that's connected to my eyes blew up and the tears just showered my face like there was no tomorrow. I've cried a lot in the past year and a half and there doesn't seem to be any sign of it dying down. Sucks. I mean, the crying part. The emotions that catalyze the crying is what I enjoy, just not the red eyes and running nose and not so cute face that I can't help making. I'm so grateful to be alive and healthy, and not just alive but alive with the knowledge that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me and knows everything about my crazy life. Alive with the knowledge that Jesus is the Christ and without Him,  I could not feel hope, love, true joy...And this is why, I love Sundays. As much as I try to remind myself of these things during the week, I truly appreciate that it all comes full circle when I go to church on Sunday.

eleven-fifty

If I eat a cookie, drink some juice, brush my teeth, wash my face, say my prayers, lay in bed while staring at my closet in order to mentally plan what to wear to church tomorrow, and fall asleep, all in the next 9 minutes...

I could have the recommended 8 hours of sleep and still get up and get ready on time for Church @ 9...

Dang it...it's already 11:52!

thisweek.

The other day while I was waiting for my madre to pick me up (felt like elementary school all over again), I ran into the Sister missionaries, who happened to be following up with a family that lives not too far away from where I was waiting (in front of my Brother's townhouse). At first I didn't realize it was the missionaries, because they had walked up behind me, and then the first thing they had said to me was that I was wearing a really cute outfit - so it really wasn't 'my bad'. Once I recognized that they were missionaries, I enthusiastically said "Hi" (like I do to all strangers) and then proceeded to ask them about their life stories (also typical in my encounters with strangers). My willingness to talk to them clearly threw them off, and then I recognized that moment when they realized that I must be a member.

Long story short, fast forward to earlier today while I was volunteering at the D.I., I run into the sister missionaries again! They're obviously stalking me. Just kidding...I enjoy our coincidental meetings, they're awesome. I can tell they're both genuinely caring people and I'm anxious to be one of them soon. I'm pretty sure my chance encounters are the Lord's way of cheering me on as I patiently wait - soon to be, productively patiently waiting (;

The Church is True All Day, Everyday to Eternity. Despite my difficulties with finding (temporary) employment and family financial struggles, I know that these are only pebbles on my grand path to Eternal Happiness. I refuse to give up, now or ever. I am better than my self-imposed limitations. Our Heavenly Father lives. Jesus is The Christ, and The Holy Ghost is my Homie!

Pickles

I've seen a couple of episodes. Guilty. Sue Me.