Haircut

I cut four and a half inches off. Can you believe it? Those who know me might not. I've been trying to grow out my hair my entire life, (minus the fact that I cut it to shoulder length a few years ago.) What actually happened was I told my mom to trim off everything that needed to be trimmed, (P.S. I trust her judgement on this; she has a license,) and voila! There goes four and a half inches of my precious hair! But I think it actually looks better now, so it's not a problem.
Ta ta for now!

Last Night

     Last night I spent three and a half hours with two of the best friends in the world. I was given a necklace that reads, "Be strong and of a good courage. Joshua 1:9" and a Santa Claus with the cutest little poem attatched. I realized how comfortable I feel with them. I realized how much I love them. And I realized how much I'm going to miss them.
     Love you guys.
     Merry Christmas!

Oh, stuff and fluff!

I spent the last hour or so reading other people's Blogs. Woo Hoo. I think I should write more interesting posts.
Pooh Bear is my favorite. I think I will dedicate this to him. He makes my day every time. 'Think, think, think.'
'Oh, bother.'

'Silly old bear.'

'Oh dear.'

'Hoo hoo hoo hooo! Hiya, buddy boy!'

'Oh, that Tigger.'

'Ssswell!'

'...Roo, dear.'

'But Mama,'

'Oh, well.'

I love these guys. There are more; Owl, the Heffalumps, but I don't have time. Farewell!



It's been Forever

I'm slacking, yeah, I know. But I have an excuse: for the last week or so I've been preoccupied. I have to get a passport. Better...
I have to get a passport book.
I'm going to Germany.
I'm going as a nanny for three months in a little town by Frankfurt. ("O little town by Fraaankfurt, how still we see thee liiiiie..."). Don't freak out; they do have internet, so you won't be completely in the dark.
My passport picture is disgusting. My mom says, "Well, at least it looks like you." Gee, thanks, mom. At least your drivers' license picture looks like you.
They have a grand piano, and I get my own bedroom and my own bedroom. Now, for some people, that's not really exciting. But I live in a five-bedroom house with nine other people and one bathroom, so that's really very luxurious for me. Oh, and however much I love our piano... it is old. So I'm pretty happy.
One more thing: Zook has been jumping off of everything lately. I'm beginning to think he may become a parkourist. Like I need one of those in my house.

Umph

I have been on the computer for too long. I was on Faebook for forty minutes today... waaay too long. I feel like a lazy, plus I hardly got any excercize today, so I think I'll have to go... hmmm... take a nap. Yes. That is what I'll do.

To all and any...

I feel that the thing I should write right now is a quote... but I won't tell you who by. They prefer to remain anonymous...
      "Love doesn't mean infatuation, nor does it pretend romance. Love is the pure and simple recognition of the divine potential of a child of God; of the incandescent importance of their mission here on earth. When I kissed his cheek I promised not that I was in love with him, nor that I expected to marry. My promise was simply that I would always remember his importance, and that I would always recognize his worth. That I would always love him with Christ's definition of love." -... anonymous :)

Ode to Cow Grease

It's been too long. Every time I get on to write a post, my mind goes blank. Either that, or my blank mind goes blanker. My one reader may be a little anxious to hear about my life nowadays though, so just for her...
     
          My bread is stale, Butter. Shoe's not greasy enough to thaw me the way dilectible cow grease does, and das Gato doesn't even meow at me anymore. But hey, the Shoe's laces are purple, the Honey's sweet as tears, and Oppurtunities are getting fewer and fewer. I guess the sandwich is edible, so until it's not, the honey will taste like smiling tears, and das Gato will avoid getting stepped on... by the Shoe...

Sorry, readers. Spiel over. And in case you didn't notice, hidden in this code is a message that says 'Hey, we need to talk.' You know who you are.

Blank-Minded

I know it's been forever. Even so, my mind is so completely blank... I can't even think of anything inspiring to say. The Temple's going up fast, and they even work in the snow. I may have mentioned this before, but now I can see it from the Tabernacle steps... which is a big thing for me. It's hard to believe it's already been... how many months? I love my life and I love my family. That's all i have to say.