Day 9

What I Believe gives me peace and purpose.

This primary song sums it up simply and beautifully, better than anything I could write myself. 

Day 8

Skipping introducing my friends. You guys know them as well as I do, I've made sure of it.

A moment.

I had a sleepover with my Lindsey last night.
We watched bachelor and talked until we couldn't bring ourselves to talk anymore.
When I woke up to come home, this was the outfit I was stuck with.

My gray pajama suit and my steve madden boots with a matching purse.

Not to forget my GREASE hair. 

Good Morning World! lookin' gooooood. 

Day 6

My today started bright and early at 5:30 AM.
I'm pretty sure the only times I ever seen this time of day, is when I'm heading to bed. Never, ever, do I rise at 5:30.
But it turns out if you are going fishing and you need to be there by 7, this is the time you must wake up, and it doesn't matter if you only fell asleep 4 hours ago.
Fish wait for no man, apparently.

So I arrived at Payson Lakes around 8, and sat in a row boat with 4 very entertaining and wonderful people for about 5 hours.
And no, I didn't catch one single fish with my new pink princess rod. Very disappointing. Not at all surprising.

Then, brilliantly, someone managed to lock the keys in the car, and I spent the next hour and a half trying to break into our own car.

When I finally got home, I got to go to dinner with my cute family to celebrate my dad's 49th birthday, and to say goodbye to my sis who left for florida a few hours ago.
We ate at PF Changs and it was soo delicious. More importantly the company was perfect. We laughed, and talked forever. I honestly did not want to leave.
It was perfect family quality time, which is really priceless.

After dinner I got to spend a couple of hours with some of my favorite people, and introduce them to a new favorite. 

Now that I think about it, it really was a perfect day. 

I'm sorry if things seem cryptic. All will be explained in time.

Day 5

My definition of love.

I kind of hate this one...

Since I can remember I have always had a way with words. Not in a clever, witty way like I want, but more like I've never had trouble finding the words to express myself. 

My parents, friends, and boyfriends always comment on this. Every time there is something relatively important I want to say, somehow it comes out just how I want it to the first time.

Braden used to call these little speeches of mine "prepared monologues"

I just love words, writing, hearing, and speaking them; communication is my major after all. 

This is why I hate this question, cause for me, love is unexplainable.

Love leaves me at a loss for words. 

Day 4

I do know how to count, I am just skipping days because I already talked about my parents on here.

Today I ate a bowl of special K, and some grilled chicken at Carrabas.
I promise I am not anorexic, just a busy day, no time to eat.

Fascinating right?

Day 2

I had my first love when I was 12 years old.

I told you I love love, and love relationships, but I failed to mention how truly early that love developed.

I was in 7th grade, with long, middle parted, uncolored hair.
So long ago that all of those have already come back in style, 

His name was Conner Hansen. He was obsessed with me, and still had braces. 

(but he was handsome, okay?!.)

He would call me on my home phone, after 9 when he got free minutes, every single day, until one day I fell in love. 

Except for the fact that I wouldn't let him talk to me at school, and our moms had to drop us off at each others houses, we had a fairly mature relationship for preteens. 

We talked on the phone everyday, we spent time together everyday, we had mutual friends, our families loved each other, and loved that me and conner loved each other even more.

He was the first to hold my hand, cuddle with me on the couch, and kiss me in the doorway.

We planned our marriage, until 8th grade came around and I decided he apparently wasn't THE ONE. 

That's when the slew of many boyfriends began... but that's really another story for another time. 

Granted we were not old enough to know anything about real love, but whatever love there is when you are 12, we were in it. 

And we stayed friends. 

For years every time my heart was broken, I called Conner. He always knew what to say.

After all this time the only picture I have of us is sophomore year, 

with my 12 extra pounds and Conner's lovely middle finger. 

Conner is now serving a mission, for those of you wondering where he ended up :)

The Next 30 Days

Feeling the need to blog, but having nothing to blog about.

The solution:

Day 01 – Introduce yourself with pictures and words

Day 02 – Your first love


Day 03 – Your parents


Day 04 – What you ate today 


Day 05 – Your definition of love


Day 06 – Your day

Day 07 – Your best friend


Day 08 – A moment


Day 09 – Your beliefs

Day 10 – What you wore today 


Day 11 – Your siblings


Day 12 – What’s in your bag


Day 13 – This week

Day 14 – What you wore today

Day 15 – Your dreams

Day 16 – Your first kiss

Day 17 – Your favorite memory


Day 18 – Your favorite birthday

Day 19 – Something you regret


Day 20 – This month


Day 21 – Another moment


Day 22 – Something that upsets you

Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better


Day 24 – Something that makes you cry

Day 25 – A first

Day 26 – Your fears

Day 27 – Your favorite place


Day 28 – Something that you miss


Day 29 – Your aspirations


Day 30 – One last moment

Let's Begin.