The danger of kicks to the mouth

Shopping is starting to get old. Plus I have noticed this annoying trend in women's button up shirts. They are missing a button. You have the very top button that connects the collar and then you are missing the next button. It's not just one brand either. Almost all the shirts I have looked at have this missing button phenomenon going on. It's starting to really bug. I would ask why someone would want the button to be missing but then I remembered who was setting women's fashions in this nation.
Also, while pretend fighting with lil' J today I meant to fake a kick to mouth but in reality I kicked him in the mouth. He got a mouth full of foot and I got a bloody toe where he bit me. It might be more like my toe forced his tooth to puncture the skin but I like to say that he bit my toe. Moral of the story: Get protection for your toes.
P.S. I got a hair cut. Straight it looks wonderful! I love it. I just have never liked my curly hair short. I don't think I ever will. I think that it kind of reminds me of Hurley's hair from lost. I'm just going to keep straightening it for now. I'm pretty sure when it grows out it will be wonderful.

A minute ear canal and other wonders

I just finished reading "The End" by Lemony Snicket. It made me wonder if I am just slow or if no questions were really answered at all. In my desperation to understand, I borrowed "The Beatrice Letters" from the library. It didn't help. But I did find many quotes that I love. One of which is in a letter from Beatrice to Lemony. It says, "Your cave is miserable place- drafty, bat-infested, and decorated with hideous wallpaper." And, "This has been a hard year's journey. Except for the occasional mob, I have traveled alone..." What inspired this post about "The End?" Today there was an attempt made to correctly use an ear candle. I have never had fire so close to my face. It didn't work. Either I have no ear wax or the side of the inside of my ear has a hickey.

I was also thinking about belongings. I don't usually think about those so much. It maybe from my transitory childhood that I don't always care about belongings. I can only think of one thing that I have had for most of my life. This is my neon pink teddy bear. It's name is Sam. I have never been able to determine if this is short for Samuel or Samantha. In my youth, it was a boy but as I grew up, I realized that I either had a bear that was very confident in his manhood or that he didn't know what color he was. I decided that my bear should be a girl. Then as I grew older still, I realized that either me or the bear was very confused. Sad. I was also wondering if middle sized pink teddy bears were allowed to come on a mission with you. Sam has been everywhere with me. I feel that it would be a shame for Sam to miss out on any adventure especially considering Sam would probably never leave my suitcase. It's ok. Sam likes dark enclosed places as they are reminiscent of caves and Sam is a bear.

P.S. My just older brother is amazingly funny sometimes. Most may not find the humor in the next little segment but it caused me a great deal of mirth. We were having a conversation earlier and somehow the phrase "bum needles" came into existence. Shortly, the phrase was morphed into "bum beetles." At lunch we were discussing lil' J's school and just older brother wrote this note:
Dear teacher lady,
Please excuse lil' J from school today. He has a bum beetle. At any moment millions of little spiders will crawl out of his butt and consume his entire body. In fact Lil' J may be out for the rest of the week. Thank you.
Dr. Just older brother
Doctor of Anal Medicine.

Basically, this was enjoyed by all.

My weekend thus far...

So I went to see a movie today with lil' J. It was a disappointment to say the least. I usually cringe when I hear that a movie made from a book that I enjoyed is coming out. There are a few exceptions for example "The Bourne Identity." That was a good movie. I can't remember how much I liked the book but I think it was an adequate amount. I enjoyed "The Lord of the Rings" although there were things left out. I like the Harry Potter movies as well. Oh and most of the movies they made that were based on a Roald Dahl book.
In other news: The little children I am babysitting are fun. The oldest has become self entertaining! It's amazing what 4 months can do. The twins are cute and amazing as always. I never knew how entertaining a hoodie could be until I met them. We watch VeggieTales all day (mostly "Larry Boy and the Bad Apple," and "Minnesota Cuke and Samson's hairbrush.") This led me to buy 3 VeggieTale songs, "Endangered Love," "The Water Buffalo Song," and "The Belly Button Song." Needless to say that I thoroughly enjoy them all.
In Weather: It's cold and snowy. Yuck.
In Sports: My mom and I went to the "devil" (Not your devil, Flippin' but the other one). Basically, I usually enjoy outings with my mother. I don't really know why. Maybe it's the fact that she will actually buy the woeful penguin that sings Christmas songs, lights up and waddles. Or that she will wonder aimlessly with me and not intend to buy anything and make fun of almost everything. It's nice.
P.S. I don't particularly enjoy talking on the phone ( this probably stems from something to do with my Deafanie nickname.) except for with certain people. Anyway, I called a friend and was greatly relieved when the voicemail picked up. Later, this person returned my call and told me to call back. This is rather frustrating to me in the fact that is makes it sound like this person actually wants to talk to me, but then, when I call back, they proceed to sound distracted and uninterested in talking to me! WHY??!! Why tell me to call you back if you don't really want to talk on the phone? Is this some sort of sick torture they created for me? Well, rant over. Later.

Resolution

I don't make resolutions. I have never kept one. I don't ever remember them the week after I make them. Mostly, I just make half hearted attempts to set goals that I know will probably be dashed before the weekend is out. It's not that I don't have any goals. I just don't deal in short term goals. I know what I want in the future and how to get it. I guess if you are going to be all literal on me (teenie!) I do have short term goals like getting good grades or something that is important to those long term goals. I just don't think about them that way. I shudder at the word goals. I whimper when people stress the importance of having a plan. I like to have a certain amount of flexibility with my present.

*sigh*

This is all going to change very soon. I will become very goal oriented. I will plan my dive and dive my plan (Sorry Flippin'. I am under the influence of our joint parentage.) I will follow rules and protocol. And so for the first time I can remember, I am making a goal for the near future (I know it extends farther than just the near future) and I am going to stick with it. I am going to be the best missionary I can be. I am going to obey the rules, follow the guidelines, and do what I can to have a positive attitude*. Not bad for a first timer, right?

P.S. I moved out of the food storage room. I'm kind of sad to leave it. The blinds had a hole in them that allowed the sun to bore into my eyes every morning. I actually kind of miss it. It was a very convenient place to be for a late night snack.

P.P.S. We got more snow. I am beginning to think that my last post was the rantings of a mad woman.

P.P.P.S My parents get in arguments about what they want to plant in the garden. My mom always plants corn for some reason. Maybe she thinks one time it will actually bear fruit or something. Those little stalks give it their all but they only get to be about a half foot tall and they never grow anything. It makes dad crazy.

* and try very hard not to jack/shiv/become volatile with/upset anyone who doesn't deserve it (and maybe even some who do).