I wish that I was finishing up my first year of a Master's Program at BYU this month, not switching from my first year-long job onto my second.
I wish God and I could go to lunch a couple times a year.
I wish people were kinder.
I'm hungry. It's 11 pm.
I don't seem to compile actual stories lately.
I left Alamosa this weekend for a break. I needed it, but why do I always leave when there are actually things going on?!
Seriously, I just want to be in Provo.
Who do people think they are, asking to rekindle friendships out of failed relationships? Don't waste our time. That is just hurtful.
I so, so, so want to be blonde again.
I so, so, so want to be in love again.
I so, so, so want to feel like I'm accomplishing things.
I want to be on vacation somewhere exciting and I want internal peace and serenity in my heart.
Please, God?
Kaylee while I was babysitting her tonight. Notice the leash.
She insisted on being a dog, so I insisted she get in the dog bed.
She obliged. I laughed so hard. Her name was "Fluffy."
Conversation we had:
Me: Dot (the dog) is getting old.
Kaylee: No! She's growing up.
Me: No, she's really old. She's going to die soon.
Kaylee: No, she's getting big like me!
Poor girl is in denial.
Another conversation:
Kaylee: Mommy, lift up your shirt. (Pause) You and Cory have big tummies!
I am in denial. Haha.
2 comments:
You are so real. I love that.
And you don't want to move to Provo. Too much traffic. =)
This blog made me feel better about myself haha. I am in the exact same boat. thanks for not always being happy and smiley...it is a compliment, even tho it doesn't sound like one
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