Celebrate GOOD Times, Come on!

[Blogger isn't very friendly when it comes to uploading pictures.]

Side note: These pictures are from three different events.
1) Dinner with my friends at TGI Fridays.
2) BBQ at my house with my family.
3) Game night with my married friends at Haylee and Mckell's.

Also, my mom was SUPER sick on my Birthday, which is why she looks so comfy.

And finally...I love my cake.
Mom was sick so Dad was in charge of the cake, which is why I have some Tlights on top of a icecream pie that I made.

My family is SO great.
...LOVE them.

Ah-ha Moment.

Thought for the day:
Do what you love, love what you do.

Starting April 1st...
...spending more time with my mom.
...exercising.
...gettting my homework done ahead of time.
...get a pedicure on bad days.
...spend more time being me.

Do what I love,
and LOVE what I do.

What do I do?

Big Girl Decisions are too hard.
...do I apply to Weber's nursing program, knowing I won't get in my first time?

or

...do I apply to DATC, with a better chance of getting in, but not really wanting to go there?

AND..I don't even know WHY I don't want to go to DATC. It's just a gut instinct sort of feeling, and just me wanting the best, [WSU].

The SMART plan would be to apply to both DATC and WSU, but they surely don't allow that.
That'd make things MUCH too easy.

BLEH.

[This is one of those times that I wish I could have someone else make the decision for me.]

Smokin' Hot.

The other day I'm in my bathroom, jamming out to my ipod and blow drying my hair.
...normal day.

Well then my fetchin' hair dryer starts on FIRE, sparking and smoking and stinking.
So I throw it across the bathroom and I scream.
My mom comes running thinking I am being shocked.

...it really was quite the experience.

Love it when my hair almost goes up in flames.

Party Pants.

Just a quick note:

It's My Birthday!

Does it make me high maintenance if I expect a big deal on my day, my special day, my personal holiday, my one and only day I get to celebrate being ME?

...maybe a little.

Do I care?

...not at all.

Why not?

Because it's my BIRTHDAY.

:]

One Step for Now, One Giant Leap for My Future.

My CNA class starts in May.
...can NOT wait.

I feel like I'm finally starting my career, my big kid life.
I've spent MUCH time deciding what I want to be, and how I'm going to get there.
...and now I'm finally getting there.

I LOVE that feeling, more than anything else.

When I was little and I'd picture my future, I wasn't a wife or a mother. I was a business woman. I was going places, and I was getting things done.

...and now I'm going places, and I'm getting things done.
AND I'm super proud of myself.

First baby step, many more to come.

Lesbians and Waiters.

Josh and I tried this little itty bitty restaurant on a golf course.
...pretty romantic.

BUT, Our waiter was a lame-o.
He was way too casual and liked to pretend like we were best friends: no manners, no pretend fake-nice you do to strangers..yadda yadda.

So after we eat he starts complaining about some ladies who just left, and asked our opinion.

AND THEN..

He says "well, they were lesbians anyway. I hate lesbians."

.......awkward.
Wonder if he knows that my sister is a lesbian, and that I think they are really great.

See, told you our waiter was a lame-o.

Thomas, the Train.

I LOVE school.
LOVE it.

Weird, I know.

...but get over it.

When I'm not in school I feel so lost. I feel unorganized, wasting time, failing, not getting things done, not improving.

BAH.
It makes me crazy.

I have to be improving, constantly. I have to set goals and I have to see myself achieve them. I have to know that I'm being successful, and I have to feel like I'm contributing.

When I picked my major, it wasn't for the medical reasons. It wasn't for the blood and guts, the money, or the job security..it was because I would be helping others and I'll be improving my community.

I LOVE to help.
LOVE it.

I take after my Mom. I take care of everyone and everything. When my sister is in stress, I want to do everything for her and fix it all. When my mommy is sick, I want to take her temperature and fix her dinner. When Josh is upset, I want to tickle his back and take away all his grumpy thoughts.

I like to improve.
I like to see others improve.
..and I like to succeed.

I'm a goal setter, and a goal achiever.
..and I'm a damn good one.

:]

All Grow'd Up.

I've been reading all these cute grown-up adult blogs like ImperfectlyBeautiful, Tuesdays with Molly, Just a Girl, Simpson Crew...yadda yadda yadda.

And I can't help but think..

...is grown up life REALLY that organized and put together?
...do people REALLY have time to make their own holiday decorations?
...do kids REALLY do their homework and put everything away?
...is this REALLY what grown up life is like?

Grumpy Goose.

I have ZERO energy.

Got a big ol' list of things I want done, and no energy to do it.

W
T
F.

I don't want to be nice at work, or talk, or help others, or do my homework.
...I just want to close my eyes and rest.

AND I want a massage therapist to massage my back for the next 5 hours.

You know those days when dumb things annoy you?
...like how some people wear green when clearly St. Patrick's day is tomorrow.
...Or how I posted this blog RIGHT after I posted my uplifiting quote blog.
...Or how I just realized that I am wearing green today, when clearly it's not St. Patrick's day.

BLEH.
I hate grumpy days.

Be Like Me.

Accept Differences.
Be kind.
Count your Blessings.
Dream.
Excell.
Forgive.
Give Thanks.
Help.
Imagine.
Join Hands.
Keep Secrets.
Love.
Master Something.
Nuture.
Open your Mind.
Play Nice.
Quiet Fears.
Respect.
Seek Wisdom.
Touch Hearts.
Understand.
Value Family.
Welcome Strangers.
Xperience Life.
Yearn for Wisdom.
Zap Gossip.


...I'm not so fond of Z or X.
Any improvements are very welcome.

Mark Your Calendar.

It's almost my birthday.
March 27, 2009.

7lbs, 70z. Born at 3:27pm on 3-27-87.

Neat, I know.

[On to the important stuff.]

Wish list includes:
-tan.
-jeans.
-summer.
-house.
-degree.
-digital scrapbooking.
-CNA license.
-white teeth.
-new do.
-good posture.
-boxer puppy, Meeka version.
-house, listed twice because it's that important.
-neighborhood, for all my family to live close.
-costa vida resteraunt.
-taught how to spell resteraunt.

Confessions of an Adult Blogger Girl.

Guys, I REALLY need a space of my own.

I love EVERYTHING about having a house.

...decorating, organizing, cleaning, cooking, making it a home.

My mom says I'm like a little mormon wife, only without the mormon part.

I just get so anxious to start making it happen.

I can envision my bedroom, closet, pantry, kitchen, kids' rooms, office.

Ugh.

[Ready, Set, GO!]

Peeping Tom.

My parents installed some surveillance cameras outside our home.

...apparently they think our house is worth millions.

Highly doubt that we are going to get robbed..

BUT, we did catch some sweet video of our neighbor being carried away in an ambulance.

I feel a little bit like a creeper watching these cameras, yet so very addicting.

Is it annoying that I post 100 times a day?

Hobby Lobby Love.

I was a Hobby Lobby virgin..until Saturday.

Umm. Why haven't I been there SOONER?

Bahhh.
I.LoVE.iT

I've been dreaming about that damn store ever since.
Is that normal?

BAHHHH.

BAH. I'm overwhelmed.
Spring fever, or something. I don't really know, but I just want to re-do it ALL.

E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

I have took on the task of doing my neice's and nephew's scrap books. My sister has pictures from 8 years ago that have not even been developed. BAHHH. Everything is out of order and all over her house. Don't worry, I volunteered myself to fix it.
DUMB idea.

The computer room at my mom's house makes me INSANE. The closet is where everyone [me] puts their crap. It's the junk closet. That's where we store letterman's jackets, photo albums, shoes, old cell phones. You name it, it's in there.
And I'm going to clean it. Throwing the crap away and storing the good stuff.

No matter HOW hard I try to organize the bathroom closet, things seem to explode over night. I really don't know how the mascara ended up with the cough syrup, or why my bobby pin is in the toothbrush holder. I swear I didn't put it there.
I'm BOUND and determined to find a way to make it pretty, and to STAY pretty.

Our laundry room is ugly. I don't know how to fix it, or what to do to make it cute. It's ugly though and it needs some help. Just throwing that out there, no real suggestions.

We have a guest room downstairs and it's just another place to store our crap. That's where we keep old books, wrapping paper, beach towels, tissue paper. You know, all the random stuff that doesn't really have a home. Our guest room needs some "umph" to it, and I'm going to make it happen.

The lobby at my work is rid-onk-u-lous. It makes me itch if I look around too long. BAHH. I can't think about it. Can not. There is just no sense to the organization, and people don't put things back where they go. Paper clips, elastics, pens, markers, highlighters, ink pads, stamps, garbage, pennies. Yep, ALL over. SO annoying.
I'm fixing it. For reals, me and Jana. We are going to conquer the beast.

BAHHH.

Help me, for reals.

I need some medicine.

The Robin-Hood in Me.

My good friend, Kalee, is trying to raise money to take her 96-year-old, JAZZ-loving, never-been-to-a-game, friend to a Jazz game.

[I have way cool friends.]

If all 11 of my followers pitched it $10.00, that would pay for cute lady friend's ticket AND some popcorn.

Let's do it, guys.

[Here is her story.]

Little Stinker.

Here's the story:
On the bus, smelling great.
[fresh out of the shower, deodarant, perfume, lotion-the works.]

Stinky, smoker, man-student sits next to me...
and for the rest of the day I smell like butt.

SO fantastic.

Bachelor Bummer.

Bachelor FINALE is tonight.

CAN.

NOT.

WAIT.

YAY!
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UPDATE:
Are YOU KIDDING ME!?

Melissa could not be more perfect for Jason.
He picked her, got into a fight, dumped her...
...and then picked LOSER Molly!

Bahhhh!
Jason and Molly are SO not going to last.

I'm pretty ticked.

Melissa BETTER be the next Bachelorette.
Or else I'm going to kick some ABC ass.