Slumbering...

I think that is a scream post. I want to throw things. I went to a slumber party last night. It was good. I enjoyed the girls and it was really very harmless all in all. Here's the thing. You always always find out something you didn't want to know at a slumber party. So here's the deal. Do I blow it out of proportion? Do I stay calm cool and collected like always or do I just ignore it? No easy answer and I think I have to do things the hard way this time. Why oh why oh why?! I really do like live in ignorance I think. It is so much easier and so much more pleasant.
P.S. I think that I have friends who are girls now. Good and bad.

The Craziness that Ensues...

Sincerely, I meant to blog more. My brother pointed out that I have been lax or lazy in the department of blogging. I don't really know what to say, is the problem. It has really been so long that I have had to write anything legible or that anyone would want to read that I am kind of out of the habit of being articulate and spelling correctly. I will give it a whirl, though.
So life after the mission:
Parents: are the same...seriously...it's like nothing happened while I was gone...not that I really expected a change but I kind of expected something to change.
Brothers: Now there are some changes...child born...wife acquired...paranormal height increases...but still awesome...all of them
Friends: I have them with even the addition of a romantic interest that has never happened in Colorado before ( or anywhere else for that matter. Well that they were interested in me too). It is pretty much crazy.
Now going on I have decided that Singles Wards are ridiculous almost laughable. I really need to remember to stand back and laugh a little while I am there. One of the first things was one of those B likes A but A doesn't like B (supposedly, I think there might have been some hard to get playing here or something) then B meets C and they start going out and then A decides that she likes B and then you throw in some D who likes C and is good friends with B and finds out that B and C are going out and may or may not be upset about it. This is when I have to step back and laugh or I am going to go crazy. I mean who needs this drama. It's like a stinking soap opera. I don't know if I can handle it and try to maintain a calm and rational relationship with anyone. Plus I feel like anytime I talk or maybe look indirectly at a guy that they think I am flirting with them. Then I remember that life at home is all about finding someone. It is what you are supposed to do and really honestly I am all for it. I'm down. One day I will get married, have kids, the whole nine yards but does it have to be like this? Can't we all just get along and be just friends for a moment? Nope. Sometimes I think that one of the major perks of getting married is that you don't have to go to the singles ward anymore and generally speaking you don't have to worry about people eyeing you or the one you are eyeing.
P.S. I forgot how good it feels to rant and not have anyone know really what the crap you are talking about. I feel better.

so

I don't even really know what to say or where to begin. I don't really have a thought process for this. I've often thought that a mission is like jumping on a speeding spiritual train and then randomly jumping off. That is kind of what it feels like.

12 days

This is one of those blogs where I have not been sleeping well and life is kind of dull except for that one thing that makes it stressful. It was the weirdest thing last night. I went to bed at about 11:30pm or so. I was awake at 12, 12:37, 1:00, 1:38, 2:07 and the minutes in between. At least that is the way it seemed to be. I felt like I was awake for every minute except for the fact that they went by too quickly. I don't know how that works but it is irritating every time it happens to me. It's like when you are waiting for class to end on the Friday afternoon of a four day weekend and you are distracted enough that time seems to move fast but you are very aware of time passing. Of course, this probably means that the minutes in between the times mentioned, I was somewhere in the realms of sleep. That really all depends on how you define sleep. My definition includes something along the lines of not being aware of the passing of time and/or deeply unconscious or unresponsive. Good sleep means that you pass out soon after your head hits the pillow, you have some kind of dream and you wake up, usually wishing you knew why you dreamed about hamsters in a cup or why the word "coisa" was used frequently.

P.S. You know I love that Paul Winchell guy. I didn't realize how funny I thought Tigger was until I took the "Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh," and other Pooh movies, babysitting with me. I always did like Tigger best. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because he bounces people. Maybe it's because the excuse he used to get out of listening to Piglet's poohetry was that he needed "to put my socks in order, alphabetical order." Or when he got stuck in a tree that he got "seasick from seeing too much." Plus there is TTFN and the song he sings. Also, he spells his name cool. T-I-double ga-er. Tigger is basically amazing.

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.