A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes...

I just suddenly had a huge craving to go four-wheeling. 

Through the mud. 

In Mexico. 

In the middle of the jungle.

I want to go back.

SO bad.

Boys Will Be Girls and Girls Will Be Boys

No explanation needed. Just watch and enjoy.

So true. And so hilarious.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Either that or it just makes you fat 'cause all you do is sit on your butt all day eating chocolate chip cookies or brownies that your mom makes because you have no friends.

I miss you all like a fat kid on a diet misses his twinkies and cake.

These Girls Are Hilarious.

Seriously. I wish I was as funny as them. And as talented.

...And this is what happens on a boring Monday night when Hilary's husband is out of town. Don't we make such a great team? There will most likely be more where this came from... Dun dun dun!

I Love This Boy

Meet Tate:

14-year-old junior high heart-throb with a melt-your-heart smile (and dimples!). Not only is my little brother a complete stud and extremely talented in many fields (not to mention quite a bit taller than me now), but he has the biggest heart of anyone you'll ever meet. This boy loves everyone. He looks out for his family, respects girls, and is protective of his sisters. He never offends and is always willing to help. Tonight he reminded me of just why I love him and look up to him so much. He would go to the end of the world and back to protect or defend my sisters and me if needed. He is sensitive and tries his best to let nothing offend the spirit. Tate may be messy and a bit of an air head at times, but this boy would save the world if he could. I love him and someday I hope to be as strong as he is. 

Thank you, Tate, for always being your best and making me want to try harder. I love you.

Double Take

Well... I did it. Finally. I have been saying FOREVER that I wanted to dye my hair red. One of my old friends from junior high and high school is graduating from beauty school in two weeks, so I decided I should go get it done while it was still cheap! Now I'm just bracing myself for when my dad comes home...

Wanna see what it looks like?

Crazy, huh? I just took this with my laptop so it's not very good quality, but it's definitely red! I'll get a real picture up eventually. (Maybe...) For now, I'm looking forward to the thousands of "You dyed your hair!" etc. comments that will shortly be coming my way. (Seriously. Why do so many people have to state the obvious?) 

Peace.

If I Were A Rich Man...

...Woman... maybe I could spend money without feeling totally guilty about it. And maybe I wouldn't get upset about being fined $15.00 for "holes in the living room couch" that I'm pretty sure didn't really exist. I also have this lovely list of things that I would really love to save up for... a really nice uke, a bike, a camera, maybe some clothes... (notice I didn't even include a car. Not even an option right now). BUT, alas, my perfect full-time summer nanny job fell through before it even started. So when I went shopping today for wedding presents (seriously--everyone and their dog is getting married this summer), I was spending the paycheck I won't be getting. Ouch.

Maybe I'll go sit on a street corner and play my ukulele.

New Layout

I'm working on a new layout for my blog. I want to experiment with a stretch template, so I'm trying this for a little while to see if I like it. I want it wider than the regular template, but I'm not sure I like that it goes almost to the edge of the screen. Let me know what you think! Your input would be greatly appreciated.

Two Homes

First off, I would just like to apologize to the blogging world for my lack of substance in my blog entries as of late. There has definitely been a lot to write about, but for some reason all that's been coming out has to do with nail polish, hunger pains, and creepy duck songs. I'll try to stay away from those topics for a while. 


Right now I really miss Logan. It's taken me this long for it to sink in that I'm not just home for a weekend or holiday. I miss being in the mountains. I miss the smell. (Not the cow fart smell you get in Nibley and Wellsville that sometimes wafts in on windy days. I'm talking about the fresh mountain air smell.) I miss Merrill Hall. I miss the cinder block walls (which you're not allowed to lick because they have lead in them) decorated with Post-It Notes. I miss finding a giant fuzzy spider with a hilarious note attached to it in random places. But mostly, I miss the people.


I miss running barefoot down two flights of stairs to just sit on the couch with Kelsey and Angel and Lauren, late night chats with Emily about boys, drama, and TV shows, falling asleep to the sound of Lindsay and Christine laughing at something completely random in the next room, going to church with the most awesome student ward that there ever was, walking to class with Andrew, snuggling with Brooklin when Spencer wasn't around, watching everyone flinch when Benson kicked the door as he passed, hanging out with "the boys," laughing hysterically with Sara about something that no one else saw or heard, and everything else that went on in our tiny little world.


But even though I hate that the people I'm used to seeing every day are now spread out all over the state, I do love being home. I love being with my family and sharing a room with my mom (her office and my bedroom got hitched). I love spending all day with the world's most beautiful little girls that remind me the world is fascinating and full of adventure. I love not having homework! I love having my meals cooked for me, not buying groceries, and knowing that when I put laundry in the hamper, it somehow magically appears clean and in my laundry basket in no time at all. (Thanks, Mom!) I love having a dishwasher and a garbage disposal and a microwave big enough to fit a full bag of popcorn. Most of all, I love that there isn't anyone here who I dread having to see. (Yeah, I know. I'm horrible and heartless. But I REALLY don't miss living with Thing One and Thing Two.) I love that this place will ALWAYS be my home.


I could keep going, but now I'm getting long and ramble-y. (Sorry. No happy medium.) I guess this is what happens when you have two places that feel like home. You can't be in one without missing the other. At least I know that Logan will still be there waiting for me in the fall. For now, I'm just waiting for summer to officially begin so I can hopefully have some adventures!

New Summer Goal

Become less severely handicapped with my left hand. 
I used to be nearly ambidextrous at one point. Not any more! 
Seriously. It should not take me this long to paint my nails.