An end to insanity

I almost forgot to share the wonderful news!!!

So do you remember how I was insane and worked early morning custodial from 4-8?

Well it being summer and all, waking up at 3:30 and going to bed at 9 is no fun. My efforts to find a new job reached desperate. I eventually found one and two and half weeks ago so I put in my two weeks notice.

I guess I could just say my last day was last Friday.

Besides this morning, every day since I haven't woken up until 10:00.

Sleeping in is therapeutic.

If anybody finds themselves too hot over the summer and is in need of some cooling down, there is a new snow shack in the makings on 800 N in Orem. Right in front of a great little pet shop called Exotic Reef.

I've been hired full time so feel free to come stop by! I'm pretty sure it's going to be the best snow cone shack for miles around.

He's just not that into you

A couple weeks back I deleted Pete's number so that I wouldn't be able to give into the irrational temptations to text him/make stupid calls to him. (I've learned the hard way that I can be pretty weird if I don't keep myself in check.) I rationalized that if I did have a legitimate reason to contact him, I had his number on my voicemail.
Well my phone is very courteous and takes care of old messages that you don't seem to need anymore. It deleted his messages, along with his number. When I realized that his number was gone I just laughed. I once told Pete about my method and then he started joking about whether I had deleted his number. I reassured him I hadn't. Now I have. I didn't mean to make it permanent but there's no going back now.

"If a guy doesn't call you, he doesn't want to call you. No exceptions." -Alex (He's just not that into you)
The first time I texted him to see how he was, I was embarrassed to find out he hadn't left yet. He stopped by my house to see me before he left. Since he's left I have texted him a few times but responses were limited. I know that he is pretty busy but still... No exceptions. Pete told me that he wasn't interested in getting in any relationships before summer just because he was going to be gone for the whole summer. This could be why nothing ever happened. Or not. I guess I will find out this fall.

For now I have decided that I'm not going to worry about boys. I am going to make this summer incredible and unforgettable. Cross my heart and hope to die.

Chickburgers

Good news. I found a copy of Catching Fire. I didn't think to ask my little brother's girlfriend... Anyway, I haven't been able to read it as quickly as Hunger Games just because I've had a busy week. I had a realization though about half way through probably chapter 4. This romance is very relatable (new word) to Twilight. A young girl has feelings for two guys. One more than the other. It's safer for her if she chooses the one she is not as in love with... etc. But this series is definitely more entertaining than Twilight.

So for dinner tonight I made some chicken hamburgers. I wasn't sure how well it would turn out... Especially when my patties resembled my dog's barf. I had to try them though and I was pleasantly surprised! Chickburgers are super delicious. I'd show you a picture but you've probably already lost your appetite.

In need!

Until yesterday I had only made it through the first chapter of the Hunger Games. I decided that I needed to stop wasting my time with stupid things and just sit down and read it. So I did.

I finished it this morning. 

After that awesome ending I couldn't just stop. I immediately went on the search for Catching Fire. But I can't find a copy anywhere!! Everything at the library is checked out or being held. The online downloads that the library gives you access to requires a pin that I don't have because I use my library card about once a year and don't know any of the new updates. My little brother's copy is buried somewhere mysterious. Calling to friends failed.

I am desperate for a copy!

What a steal!

Today I decided that it was time to go buy some more shirts to add to my lacking wardrobe.

I decided that Rue 21 was the place to go. I really love some of the things they sell there.

AND if you do it just right you get it for cheap.

Well I've been wanting to buy some black rimmed glasses for a while and they had some. So I bought them. Along with a couple wallets.

So total I walked out of that store with 2 shirts, 2 undershirts, 2 wallets, and a pair of glasses...
It was all under 30 dollars. The feeling of accomplishment I had while walking out of the store was so fulfilling!



Well I was modeling my glasses around my house for my own pleasure (nobody else is home). I walked passed the mirror and realized these glasses must be made "One Size Fits All" because I what I saw in the mirror was a little ten year old who just put on her father's glasses.

Growing up.

So tonight was a big night for my little brother. He went to his junior prom. He did go to prom last year. While half of his friends could go but didn't want to, he decided he was going to ask a senior who had never been to a boys choice dance. He is just such a sweetie. Anyway, it's not his first prom but it is still exciting... This year he took his girlfriend. *Note: This young lady is his first ever* Just thinking about it makes me happy.

For spring cleaning my mother is organizing her storage room. Oh dear, let me tell you, it is full of so many of the little things that we bring home and think we will use in the future but never do... Example: All the different elementary school projects that each child made. Most of which shouldn't decorate the house longer than a year. Oh and fun fact! Before 5 o'clock this afternoon my mother was in possession of every single New Era made in history. Est. 1971. Some of those babies were hilarious!          But I definitely think this was one of my favorites. 

My mom and I also discovered a couple other treasures in our efforts. I have often heard my mom tell stories about how social she was back in high school but today I witnessed the evidence of it. In one of the boxes my mom found her old high school photo album/scrapbook It contained certificates, ticket stubs, the works of memorabilia etc. Well there is one story I have heard of my mom at the Sadie Hawkins's dance. They had a hitching post one year for her school and my mom definitely lived up to the Mormon stereotype that year. Everybody went stag so it wasn't like she was being a home wrecker so to speak but she definitely got around. I've heard a few different numbers but today finalized it. That night my mom married 14 different times... kissed them all. This is a picture of all her rings and certificates. The rings that don't have certificates were repeat gentlemen. They had to renew their vows... hehehe  Anyway, I also learned a fun fact. My mom went through 6 boyfriends in one year during high school. I don't know about you but I was caught off guard. I don't think I've even had that many boyfriends ever.    
The things we learn about our parents can completely change our perspective.

Last words

*I wrote this for a job application so that explains my vocabulary but I put down a couple deep thoughts that I find intriguing. So here you go*

           I was recently watching the television show entitled How I Met Your Mother. In the particular episode I was watching Marshall, one of the main characters, loses his hero; his father. He suffered from a heart attack. Throughout the whole episode the whole episode Marshall tries to remember what his father’s last words were. His friends try to cheer him up by saying that he and his dad had a good relationship so if his last words weren’t amazing, it was alright. When Marshall asked each one of his friends what their last words were with their fathers they all tasted a bit of what he was going through.

            This got me thinking about what my last words will be. Living is a normal thing to us. We each experience it every day. Every now and then we pass a thought to the idea of death but I wouldn’t say that death is normal for any of us to constantly worry about; we focus our efforts on living. Sometimes we come become so caught up in living we don’t stop to think about the reality of what we say. The episode of How I Met Your Mother didn’t get me thinking about death exactly but what we are remembered for. Granted, walking around with a heart full of hugs, telling everyone I care for only of how much they mean to me might be a bit of an extreme.

            After thinking about this I have decided that I need to be a bit more aware of what I am saying. I can begin improving my conversation in my day to day. Instead of passively asking a friend how they are, truly be interested. I think something like this could be started with simply wishing somebody to have a good morning, day, or afternoon. I can keep a constant reminder thought in the back of my head, “What can I say that I know I won’t regret?” In the worst case scenario I want to at least be remembered for being at least pleasant and considerate, not nasty or self-fish.

Jumping on the bandwagon

Well to all you who are like me and love stories, I have decided that it is about time.

I am ready to fall in love with this one.