Leaving So Soon?

 

Two of my best friends are leaving. We’re finally growing up for real!  We used to always talk about it, and say we’ll all grow up to be old ladies with a bunch of cats (that part was probably Mal’s idea..).  But now we’re really moving on and moving out!  I don’t really know what to do or say about it.

 

   I was pretty much just going to ignore the fact, until Lindsey came to say goodbye.  What do you say, though, when you’ve spent so many years together?  I think I gave her a hug for the first time.  I’ve always wished I could be more like Lindsey.  She doesn’t care what anybody thinks, ever.  She’s a little crazy.

 

Megan.  This ginger is leaving too.  I went to see her last night, as she was finishing up her packing.  I didn’t know how to say goodbye to her either, so I just basically said, “bye. Love ya.”  What else could I say?  Megan was my one outlet for emotion this last year of High school. Still, I didn’t tell her much, but it was nice having somebody that knew what was going on. Sometimes I would just tell her whatever news there was, and she would listen to it without making me think about it more. It helped a whole lot.  I’m sorry I put her through that though.  I’m sure it was hard for her to keep listening to my self pity.

 

I’ve always hated stuff like this, I don’t like saying goodbye.  Luckily, I have Sharon, Ham, Mallory and Rachel staying here for  a while.  They’re my fellow UVU kids.  I also have a few more weeks with the rest of the Ace Gang that are going to school in far away places. 

Now who’s wedding invitation will show up first….?

Trail Blazer

 

All my life, I have been known as a ‘little sister’. Some knew me as Tony’s little sister. Some knew my face only as Tonya’s little sister. I followed closely behind my brother all through school, often hiding in his shadow. I never liked being in the spotlight, which contradicts the steps I took while following my sister’s example: Tonya was a cheerleader.

My life, as much as I’d like to deny it, has been shaped by my older siblings. I was comfortably riding in their wake, until they suddenly made for separate shores before I realized what I was doing. Tony is currently serving a mission; Tonya went off to college, but got married in a hurry.

Neither of these things are what I can or want for myself. It’s time to start blazing my own trail. I want to go to college. –and I mean, really go to college. I want a career, and I want to make it worth my while. Beyond that, I have no idea what I’m doing.

Even some of the friends I grew up with are picking up and leaving me. I might have to have a good cry about this one.  Stupid growing up…

Happy un-birthday?

 

I came home one day to find that my 10 yr old brother had just received a gift from some neighbors that I don’t know.  This gift, was a bundle of kittens. Five of them to be precise.  I feel like this sort of thing ought to have been run by the parentals beforehand, but there they were. Bounding all around my back yard.  Don’t get me wrong, these lil things are super cute! But …do they have to grow up?

 

 

 

 

This lThis lil guy is my favorite.

He’s the friendliest one

Not MY Wedding…

 

I’ve never been one to think about my wedding day. In fact, I avoid thinking of marriage because it kind of freaks me out. Today, however, I discovered just how I DON’T want my wedding to be:

 

I don’t want my wedding to be in a back yard.

 

       I don’t want to be close enough to smell the other inhabitants of this property, such as horses, peacocks, or any other choice farm animals.

 

I don’t want guests to be able to park their vehicle no more than twenty yards from the ceremony. I don’t want them to then walk through the freshly plowed dirt, adjusting their oversized belt buckles and cowboy hats/mullets.

      I also hope that I do not have to be rushed to the hospital, leaving all my guests roasting in the sun for six hours.

 

I do not wish the path to my wedding to be marked with a makeshift sign that was made with little to no knowledge of the English language. 

 

 

    Just for the sake of upholding some essence of class, I hope to not have guests throwing water at other, much older guests. This is not OK.

…She can come.

 

All I know is that my wedding will be in a temple, and it will not have any of this atrocity. So if you are a future invitee to my wedding, please leave your hats, mullets, and misguided offspring at home.

Hard Things

Sometimes, we have to do hard things. Today,
<-- this little woman and myself did a beastly work out. On the way home, I thought, 'wow, I feel like jell-o'. And for some reason, that made me remember the conversation we had last night about how my father needs to exercise.

Now this father of mine, as most of you know, is still pretty weak because of his illness. Yes, that illness. The three month long ride of terror. That was a hard thing. -Here's something you should know about this man: If you ask him to help mow the lawn, he plants trees (or manages the planting of trees...). If you ask for some help on the computer, he just might build you a website. If you can make him get up and do something, he'll most likely get carried away. So of course when he got sick, he didn't get the flu, or the common cold; he had to take it to the extreme like everything else. He's such a Holman.

The point is, Dad needed to do a hard thing and go on a walk. When I got home, I caught him trying to go back to bed. The next 15 - 30 minutes was spent trying to find his shoes and repeating his doctor's words to him. "You need to exercise. No more sitting at the computer all day. Don't make me call your mother." -Ok so maybe the doctor only pulled the 'mother' card when she happened to be in the room, but all the same..

Finally, he got up, and instead of going on a walk, we found ourselves on a hike. And you thought I wasn't serious about his getting carried away...

We made it this far.

Then, since we both felt like jello, we decided to celebrate our progress
with a little of this.


and maybe a little of this.

There's only one thing that could be harder than making my father exercise today.

Getting him to go tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Follow the Leader

Ok. I did it. I started a blog. I've actually had it set up for a while now, but I didn't know how in the world to start it. I now realize, that if I don't just start it, it will forever be blank.

It is, at the moment, creeping towards two o' clock in the morn. That's the first thing anybody reading this should know about me. I don't sleep much. That means you can expect many of my posts to appear during the wee hours of the morning. I ask that you forgive any spelling/grammar errors that may occur. Because they probably will.

Mallory, -one of the founders of my desire to conform to blogging- told me to start with 10 unique facts about myself.
I've had over 24 hours to think about it, so lets see if I can get to 10, yeah?

1. I have large arms. I think it unique that people think it's OK to say to me, "OMG you're huge!" I like it a lot.

2. My father almost died. Twice.

3. As I said before... Insomniac.

4- sometimes, I like to annoy people just for the fun of it. So this here 'inconsistent formatting' is for you, Mal. :)

5. I work at a self serve yogurt shop. I stare at Panda Express all day and wish I could eat it. I also thought I saw the white version of Obama at work today. I almost asked him if I should deduct the tax.

6. My friends love it when I start talking about anything that even sounds like politics. <-And that would be my sarcasm at work.

7. I was a cheerleader. I even have a teddy bear that reminds me when I step on him. He was a gift.

8. I spent the majority of my Sr year driving a car that had zero handles on the inside. But there's more: my window didn't exactly work every time I wanted it to. I may or may not have gotten stuck inside on occasion.

9. I can't make my hair curl.

10. I have the attention span of Dory from Finding Nemo. School is fun. ...

Well there she be! Hope you enjoyed the read. One day I'll learn how to make this thang look nice.