Overdue Update.

It has been quite some time since last I have rambled.

Life has been happening quite a lot lately.

So what's new?

-my family has two foreign exchange students this summer.

two boys:

DavId (pronounced daaveed), 13, from Spain,

and Andrea, 15, from Italy.

-two real-life australian visitors.

-a weekend with 13 people under one roof.

-40 mosquito bites all at once!

-dogsat Princess...the sweetest black lab you will ever meet.

-been to the beach twice:

once with the fam...surfed, wiped out, surfed;

once with the amazing ondricek girls...where...

I was buried alive in the sand.

attacked and stung by jellyfish.

and pummeled by the waves all day.

...9 and 12 year old girls are the BEST!!

WONDERFUL DAYS :)

-wiffleball wednesdays

-bowling on monday nights

-institute

-BBQs

-sister time

-cousin time

-SWIMMING POOLS!!

-haircut

-midnight showing of HARRY POTTER 7.2...I have his glasses!! :D

(best friends make everything possible)

AMAZINGNESS!!!

AND

GRAND FINALE:

-I went to Long Island for the first time since I graduated high school! One of the people I love most in the world, Elise Marie Pereira has changed her last name to Urhan.

(because she is now Rich...ha.ha...lame joke :/)

I had the honor to play music during her wedding ceremony.

Two of the songs I wrote last summer just for the occasion.

Just for her.

And him.

Them.

sigh.

I <3

weddings.

:)

-that is all.

or enough

for now.

p.s. there has also been work. a lot of it.

p.p.s. I am moving to Provo on August 23rd!!

gasp.

that story is to be continued...

War. What is it good for?

Somewhere is South Jersey there is a mosquito. Or there was a mosquito. For you see, somewhere in South Jersey there is also a trampoline, a girl, and the said mosquito which takes advantage of nighttime jumping tourneys.

There was a war:

The mosquito won forty battles,

but now lives to fight no more.

The girl won none save one

and lives to pass on this lore.

SERIOUSLY. FORTY!!!!!!

So much for my summer-time goal: "no sunburns, no mosquito banquets."

Both have already been accomplished with the addition of jelly-fish encounters.

I am one busy girl! ;P

K-Knock

This is a joke I made up at work the other week when I had a little mental time on my hands:

Knock. Knock.

Who's there?

....

....

....

Nobody's there!

ahahaha...

Yes, it only took me 23 years to figure this one out.

The Brave One.

I have three sisters and one brother. My brother being so much younger than myself, I was designated as "the boy" of the family for quite some time. Being the strongest of the sisters. The bravest. The most impulsive. Having the most masculine haircut (in sixth grade...oooh. painful memory). Anyway, it was I who mowed the lawn. Who got the tool kit for my birthday. Who was always given the "boy colors" while my sister got the pastels.

Haha. If you can't tell, being considered as "the boy" caused some identity crisis. To be sure, I loved being athletic and outdoorsy. I loved being strong. I loved being adventurous. I loved loving life. But I wanted to be very feminine. I wanted to be delicate. I wanted to have pastel suitcases. I wanted to be a damsel. A lady.

The other day at work there was a spider on the security monitor at the front door. I did not think that customers would find it at all palatable to be welcomed by an eight-legged, hairy, door greeter. The boys in my building were unwilling to conquer themselves and face the spider, so I determined to again, "play the boy."

I surveyed the scene cautiously so as to examine the extent of the spider's web and possible roommates. Upon discovering the web, I stupidly reached up to swipe it down with my hand. The result being that the spider came five feet closer to my head.

Retaining some of my feminine delicacy, I squealed and jumped back.

Dylan, who must have been feeling ashamed by his cowardness, had come up behind me to watch my progress when I reacted very strongly to the spiders movement. In my jumping backward I jumped right into Dylan, landing on his foot and having to be completely caught by him so as not to fall.

If you do not know this about me, I will face to admit in full blush that I LOVED THIS! :)

I am a romantic. The kind who watches the Princess Bride. Believes in fairy tales. And dreams of chivalry.

I try very hard to be a rational person. In my nature, I don't really want to be. I mean really, Dylan's heroic impulse won the affection of my heart for several minutes. Who doesn't want to be the damsel in distress?

TN or TMD

The case for Trigeminal Neuralgia:

I might have a disease with a really cool name. Actually, I don't think it's technically a disease. It's just has a technical term, which means "damaged nerve." This damaged nerve is in the face (left-face, stage right) and usually gets damaged in old people. Me to a 't.' :P

The case for TMJ syndrome, or Temporomandibular joint disorder (TMJB or TMD):

It's basically severe arthritis in the jaw.

Anyway, it is PAIN. Pain in its most acute and chronic form. Imagine an open nerve. Then stab a knife into it. Then don't sleep for days, weeks, months, years...well, let's just say a long time. How do you feel?? Can't imagine?? Didn't think so.

Okay. Rant over. I can get through this!

afterthought: I wonder if it could be a wisdom tooth??

This is why "the truth is rarely pure and never simple."

My skin doesn't usually scar, but four weeks after a major shaving fiasco and I have my first whopper! But I don't like the story. "Lesson learned: guys razors leave your skin softer, but are a lot sharper!" That just makes me feel klutzy.

I thought of embellishing it with...

"One day I happened to be mountain climbing and the guy I was with lost his footing. Like any rational heroine, I grabbed hold of the rope and pulled when I realized that he had not anchored it for ten feet. I acted quickly, body belaying him to prevent the fall. Unfortunately, he whacked the side of the mountain a few times, opening his backpack and hygiene kit which flew down and hit me in the head. I awoke with a concussion, rope burns, and to find that his razor had sliced my shin open. I am lucky to be alive. And he was lucky to have me. And why on earth would he bring a razor mountain climbing?? All of the great mountaineers just grow beards."

Everybody.

Just let the love, love, love begin. :)