Try so hard that you succeed

Today I am grateful for friends.
I had a "5 second" whine fest and some how out of my snobby mouth popped the phrase
" I'm doing all that I am suppose to."
This is a lie.
I was ashamed the second it came strutting out of my mouth.
I have things I could work a lot harder on.
There are things I should do that I don't
and things that I do that I shouldn't.
I am however grateful for a friend who believes in me.
Who believes that I can be my very best and that
One day....oh one day....
One day I will make it to the top.
"Life is Hard.... Try Harder"
When I was little and whining that something was to hard and or that I didn't want to do something my Daddy would say what seemed ,at the time, to be the most ANNOYING phrase...
"Try so hard that you succeed".
I always then did end up succeeding in what he wanted me to do.


So now I will go wash out my snobby mouth and try harder.
I will succeed and I will most likely watch Anne of Green Gables.
Oh how I have always wished to live in the era of the early 1900's....
but that mine friends is another story.
Good Night

Rambles

I have an itch.
It comes every few months and makes me plain crazy.
I have an itch to wander.... to just up and leave and go somewhere far away.
I want to pet a sheep in Scotland.
I am not kidding.
I dream about petting  that wooly sheep.
I am a petter of animals.
BUt that's getting off subject,
See? I'm restless.
I have fifty-two thoughts bumping and running in my head.
If I was brave and good at making friend....
 I might just up and go on an adventure.
The problem is that I know me.
I would end up homesick in a far away land.
Beauty is not beauty unless you have someone to share it with.
So it is with an adventure.

I worry that my "Uncontent" feelings will slowly ground me to dust as I sit at a computer inputting medical records. I worry that all the butterflies are a sign to go and find my destiny. I don't want them to turn into "what ifs". I also think that my mind wanders during 8 hours of computer desk sitting and I need to realize my life is not a Jane Austin story.

So Life will go on. I won't wander far. I will work at my computer and watch my small nest egg grow. I will be grumpy about being inside during summer and I may even cry. On weekends I will push Krystal out of bed to go on adventures to Walmart. Ruth will walk the school track with me and we will yammer about odds and ends. Andy will be game to going up the canyon to light fires and roast hot dogs. Ruth will get us to Lagoon where we scream and laugh and  in the end everyone will be grumpy from to much sun and motion. Krystal will keep coming to my desk at so we can fill water bottles full Dr. Pepper. Ruth will keep singing. Mom will keep buying baby close while dad pushes the cart. My life is a simple one. I don't run to Scotland to pet sheep but I do come out of cave once in awhile to smell the air and see a friendly face. This is all pure rambling that makes no sense. It's not funny or clever. I know how my year will end and for now my itching as calmed down enough for me to be OK with it.

I was funny in SLC...
In Orem I am boring.
I read all my SLC posts and laughed.
I read my Orem posts a cringed.
My eyes now grow fuzzy with the combination of how boring this post is and how tired I am.
I will find a cold pillow and hopefully sleep.
Happy Spring everyone.

Maresey Dotes

Thank goodness for Krystal.
Who else cares that my pillows are scratchy or that I have been banished to the sport's hall of fame.
Nothing beats a 40 minute conversation full of whining, moaning and Google searches for a hair salon that doesn't make you pawn your first born child just to get a decent hair cut.
I am wearing her green hoodie that I bought her for Christmas two years ago....some how it migrated over to my home and I am too selfish to return it.
Long live the 10 days of Christmas.
It's midnight in New York right now...SO I am thinking the world won't be ending.
Good thing because I have a ticket to Disneyland.

Christmas is

Christmas is 

• Hannaka Bush cookies with bit's of plastic mixed in from the beater I broke.
• Mom in a million sweaters refusing to leave the house 
• Daddy's yucky egg nog in the fridge
• Hiding the good pretzels so Kristopher will eat them all.
• Mom unhidding the pretzels because she "loves" Kristopher
•  Rumpy Bum Bums and Bell Races. 

Bambi

Do you ever have that feeling of something wonderful is going to happen?
I have had it all day....
Bubbles and Butterflies in my stomach.
Jittery heart.
It's a magical feeling.
I feel quite magical.
Than again that may be due to logging on to pinterest to look up flower arrangements,
Only to spend the next hour and half watching Harry Potter Behind the scene Youtube videos.....
MAGIC!
Here's hoping my wonderful thing comes soon... the jittery heart is starting to hurt....

ODD

I asked for a water purifier pitcher for my birthday.
I can not calculate my period.
I need fresh fries and warm ketchup.
I need seven pillow on my bed and only use one.
I spend 12 dollars on a Halloween tutu...
only to end up wearing Krystal's old lady bug costume we dug up a midnight the night before.
I order kid's meals
I some how switched from ER to Grey's Anatomy... Dr. Bailey has the best faces and I hate Izzy.
I had Pretzels and Ginger Ale for dinner.