Touch ups

• I'm feeling a little too expressive and want to get Botox. If you find an online coupon tell me- blame it on the recession. I'm getting 'angry lines' just like the lady below, sad not only because of the lines themselves but also because of my realization that I must be making that face so much that is leaving marks. Am I The Hulk?
  

• I was in a car accident at the beginning of the month, and was advised not to exercise- by a medical practioner. Now I can act like a slob (typical), and feel good about taking care of my health. YES!
  
• I came to the brilliant realization that I don't need to act like a housewife- I've got no house, and I'm no wife!
  

• It has become extremely hard for me to finish an online tennis class (my last .5 credits). I'm in serious need of a tutor! It is impossible to learn how to play that game without actually playing. I need serious help.
  
• I still love Glee, I am really developing a deep crush on this guy with the sick hair. His name is Mark ladies!
  

  
  

• I really hate Carrie Prejean- she is conflicted about her career path and the image she is trying to project. Mother Theresa wasn't hot for a reason (and she didn't have a bf to send videos to for more obvious reasons). I do really like Sarah Palin these days though, the lady and I can be friends as long as she isn't running for office.
  
• As of July 1^st banks can't just charge you overdraft fees, you must allow them to first. The answer in 'NO!' Wells Fargo, get off my back.
  

  
   

 

Poem's Translation

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.

I can write, for example: "The night is star-filled
and the blue stars are shivering in the distance."

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I loved her then, and sometimes she loved me back.

Through nights like tonight I held her in my arms.
I kissed her and kissed her under endless skies.

She loved me then, and sometimes I loved her back.
How could I not love her giant, still eyes?

Tonight I can write the most sorrowful lines.
I can think I'm not holding her. I can regret that I lost her.

I can hear the vast night, still vaster without her.
And the words settle on my soul like dew on the pasture.

It doesn't matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is star-filled and she is not with me.

That's all that matters. Someone is singing far away. Far away.
My soul cannot be content, because I have lost her.

As if they could bring her near, my eyes try to find her.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

The same nightfall whitening the same trees.
But we have both changed so much since that night.

Surely I no longer love her, but how I once loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As before I had kissed her.
Her voice, her pale body. Her endless eyes.

Surely I no longer love her, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short; memories last so long.

Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms,
my soul cannot be content, because I have lost her.

Even if this is the last pain she makes me suffer,
and this is the last poem that I write for her.

How to know he is THE ONE

Take the number of times he calls you "choice" on the first date
{minus}
The number of years he has left to finish law/dental/business/medical school
{plus}
how many mission stories he awkwardly shares on the first date.

Now, decide how many more years of Young Single Adult dances, and frownysmiles from the marrieds you can take.
Multiply those numbers together...
and if the number you get is higher than your age you should prolly just marry him.


I stole this from s.t.a.c.y.

How many 'warm fuzzies' are in your jar?

I love chocolate

This poor lady's head is bigger than her waist!
Good thing I'm obsessed with Breyers' chocolate bars and froyo--this will never happen to me.

I finally know what to say!

So... I think I've had this blog for about 7 months now. I've never known what to write about.

Lately I've become a bit more negative than I've been in the past.. so, I've decided to write every chance I get about things I'm grateful for... I can't put them in numerical order...so here we go-

• Davey made us amazing cupcakes today. At work, if we are late, we have to bring treats to share with everyone in our department. He made us chocolate cuppies with cream cheese filling. They were to die for! I had 2 (I'm pretty sure we were only to have one each). I'm hoping sometime he'll teach me how to make them, along with giving me a makeover. 
• I'm glad I'm not Lindsay Lohan. It seems like no one likes the girl right now. Nor Misha Barton, or the Twilight girl. 
• I'm grateful I got to watch the RS broadcast with my girlfriends. I love the messages, and was surprised/ inspired to hear Sis.Thompson is single. She is the cheeriest lady!
• On the same note, I'm really grateful we get to hear our Prophet this weekend. 
• I really grateful that it is still a little warm. I never seem to be comfortable with the weather, I'm either too hot or too cold, but these few days of fall have been delightful. 
• I'm glad Taylor (look right) will be 18 soon. It's creepy to have underage crushes. 
• I'm glad Romina was happy with how beautiful she looked for her Homecoming dance. She's a doll!
• I hear Paramour has a new record, their music wakes me up!
• I'm of course grateful for my mother. She is the hardest worker, I can barely begin to understand how she gets through life-- putting her children first all the time!
• I love frozen yogurt. No matter what time of day it is, I'll have some
• I love Diet Coke. Well, I can also drink Diet Pepsi, but I like DC more... Add vanilla and have a treat. 
• I love that sweet friends with children put up pictures to share. I love looking at the funny kiddy pics. 
• I 'm really loving Glee. I wouldn't recommend watching it with grandma, or children, but it is funny! I love their choreographies! Watch one of my favs at the 2:30 mark.

•  I'm also grateful for shows like Gossip Girl. They make me really appreciate TV, because I can watch "people" can dress expensively, act ridiculous, and have all the consequences, not myself.
• I love my dad. Even though he is not the conventional "father figure", I've learned a lot from him (most of it by his experiences).
• I'm grateful I loved my major. Sociology was the most interesting topic I could have ever picked. I still read textbooks...
• I love that I won't always have to worry about dating. I've had great times, and made amazing people, but I'm ready to be done with the heartache and confusion. 
• I'm grateful for fake flowers, they really make me appreciate real ones.
• I love dresses... I wish I had more. 

• I really like the smell of watermelon. And I love that growing up my grandma told us to always eat a spoonful of sugar before eating any watermelon, so we wouldn't get sick... I did it religiously.