Voting Blunders

I went voting today. I was so excited! It was Mama Bear, Papa Bear and myself all participating in our countries' political system. But I learned a lesson. When voting, read the ballot carefully. Somehow I missed a whole section of the ballot. I answered the first two issues, but the second two I left unresolved. :'(

Sometimes it seems that no matter how carefully I try to read the directions...I miss something.

Not unlike the tea-kettle incident of '99.

Favorite Names

I loooove laughing!! :D

Three Favorite Names (off the top of my head) that make me laugh:

-Skeffington Thomas

-Yolanda Hippenstance

-C. Scott Grow :)

Spring has Sprung. :)

I have been waiting all winter for this day. I do so love the snow, what with the shoveling, snowballing, snow angel and fort making...but I don't like to be always cold to my core. To never feel warm. To be tired. Depressed. Worked hard to the bone with no respite.

It felt to be "always winter but never Christmas."

I cannot begin to innumerate the blessings of this past season. This winter has been wonderfully full of personal growth, but such growth comes at a price. It has been a long, hard winter indeed. A winter which has finally broken. A winter, a season which need not be repeated for Spring has Sprung! The world is alive again! The delicate beauty and vibrant colors return in full force. And with them, my heart is lifted and my whole soul filled with the light and warmth and natural wonder which mother earth inspires in her children. Yes, it is a wonder and a miracle that one day all can seem barren, and the next every bud opens to reveal its seed.

Today was a revelation! :)

I will use the aid of Emily Dickinson to describe my winter:

LXI

EACH life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,	5
Too fair
For credibility’s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach	10
Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment
To touch,
Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints’ slow diligence	15
The sky!
Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture,
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again.	20

I want to do this...

Infatuate=Comes to Hate??

Okay. So the title is a little strong, but don't worry...I don't believe it. Completely. I originally wrote "Crushes" but changed it because the current title is more snappy, compelling, provocative...really, I just like hyperbole. Annnyywayyy...I sometimes wonder about whether crushes are a good thing or a bad thing.

When I first become infatuated with someone, I LOVE IT. However, I then become a little obsessed. Daydream with a little too much detail. Doodle the names of not just my intended, but every one of my future children, aka the dream dozen, complete with first, middle, second middle, last, and (for the girls) a second last. I might even visit the google search engine. A little FB time. A little YouTube to check out the favorite band of my beloved...which, guess what, I end up LOVING. What are the odds??

As you can imagine, this kind of it tends to gnaw at my heartstrings just a little. They initially play so frantically that by the next time I see the person, having married the person already in my heart...I mean, I have already had that a-ha moment where the lights descended, choirs of angels were singing, and I just knew that this was going to be the man I was to marry. I mean, he gave me a look. We had a connection. The future...let's just say it is certain. Oh yeah, so I see the guy again...and...I remember that we haven't really met yet. I know him. I know him so well. But he doesn't know me. That's okay. We can fix that. He may not be privy to what my heart has already told me, but hey, I'm sure we promised each other in heaven that we would come to this earth to be wed. I think it's time to remind him of this...I mean...come, isn't it only too obvious that we are MFEO??

The problem is...I...have...to...TALK to him?!?!?! :O

He is really nearby...he approaches.

I talk to someone else.

He starts talking to the same person I am talking to...

I run away.

He is right there again in the hall.

I grab the first girl I see and start talking to her...he starts talking to them to.

I run away again. Dang! She was sooo pretty. I'm sure he couldn't want to talk to me.

He is in an empty classroom preparing for his lesson and I walk in.

He greets me.

I awkwardly say "hello" and something else I cannot remember. Throw my stuff on the front chairs and run away to my best friend...who happens to be a guy. No mixed signals there.

I give up.

I decide crushes are not for me.

I will forget his name and go to church in my family ward again.

The end.

Pretty tragic, huh??

Do you want to know what inspired this blog entry?? I was about to go onto FB to check my updates, it has been AGES, but I didn't. I didn't want to go on because I didn't want to think of HIM because my heart is always open to the possibilities...which seems too painful to consider.

Besides the fact that when I start to think about him...all my desires and planning center around him. This would be great, except for the fact that I've only talked to this guy like twice and all we discussed were apples.

Ack. Okay. Now I have gotten it all out of my system and I can let go....I think. :P

Girl Scouts' New Anthem

At the end of every girl scouts troop meeting, we used to gather in a circle and sing a few songs.

I loved them! But I have a suggested alteration to some of the lyrics:

Day is done

Gone the sun

Let go of the day that has past

All is well

Safely rest

Time wont last

It is a hard thing to:

1. Not sweat the small stuff.

and

2. Realize that it is all small stuff.

I did nothing...all day long. :)

I don't know about you, but I always want to use my days off to jam every incredible idea I could ever imagine into 24-hours. The result??

Failure.

And this is the story of my entire life.

The end.

But I am going to try and review the facts of my day a little more objectively and re-evaluate my conclusions.

• I wake up and get Rachel off to school.
• I'd had a rough night so I go back to sleep until about 10am.
• I wanted to go for run, so I ate instead.
• And then I still wanted to go for a run, so I watched a movie.
• Actually, I watched a movie three times in a row.
• The movie was "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." A classic. My goal is to watch it seven times before I have to return it to netflix. Oh, netflix...how I do love thee.
• I practiced the piano for a decent time period.
• Rachel comes home!! :D
• I began a book called "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...and it's all small stuff"
• I played tennis with Pops. Or tried to. It turned into the most intense introductory lesson of tennis EVER. Here I was thinking that this was just a daddy-daughter date to the park and we were gonna bring some balls and hit them around with these racket things. But apparently this is A SPORT. Not just any sport, but the most serious, complicated, discipline demanding, strategy serving, full-time-job of a sport there is. Something that my seven-year-old tennis lessons did not prepare me for. I suppose there are just some things you cannot imagine or prepare for in childhood. Really, we did have a good time. :) I felt loved and special...even if a little resistant to his correction.
• We get home and the lesson CONTINUES. My mother and brother drive into the driveway and Matthew jumps out and comes bounding toward me...he's gonna show me a thing or two, Mr. Tennis Player-for-real. He's on the team and everything. But, again being resistant to all this correction, I start horsing around with him. I try to steal the SKLZ ball away from him. I do a feint as I run at him with my racket aloft. We wrestle for a few minutes and all of a sudden I lose my grip and fall back, giving him a pretty good whack on the forehead.
• Matthew now has a welt the size of a tennis ball...perhaps that is what I was subconsciously aiming for??
• We go out to Rita's for a treat. Matthew, Rachel, and I. Matthew gets a gelati. Rachel a custard. I get an italian ice. Rachel and I were going to have a make-shift gelati by combining forces. I held up my end of the bargain, but she decides that there is simply not enough custard for two people. In spite of this, she shares a bite. :)
• Some more family time.
• Rachel and I watch a Disney Channel movie.
• Help Rachel finish her homework.
• More piano.
• I laugh and text a couple friends on my cell phone for way too long.
• Waste time on the computer instead of sleeping.

New conclusion. It wasn't the days I planned, but it was not nothing. It was a good day. :)

April Fools Day

It snowed today.

I mean, come on...REALLY???

Mother Earth...you are so very funny.

I want the SPRING!! :D

I was glad it snowed though. I didn't have to worry about whether or not I was going to run this morning...I practiced the piano after Rachel left until it was time to leave for work.

It really was a tender mercy.

No decisions.

No guilt.

Nada.

:)

Thank You.