I. Am. Me.

I am...an american. texan. wife. sister. daughter. latter-day saint. me. I think...too much. I always want to explore every option and then usually can't make a decision. Thank goodness I have Anson. I know...Anson and I were meant to be together. I want...to travel all the time - but it's expensive. I have....way too many books and not enough bookshelves. I wish....to go back to London. Then Italy and Spain. And do service projects in other countries. And to go back to school. I hate...gossip. And caring too much about what other people think. I miss....my sister. Like crazy. Good thing she's only on a mission and back in August. I fear....cockroaches to no end. Being alone in a big house. Not doing all I want to accomplish in life. I feel...optimistic about the future. We're both finally doing things we like! I hear...Christmas music. I really love this time of year. And yes, I put up my tree in November. I smell....a creamy nutmeg wallflower from Bath and Body Works. I search....lately for the perfect Christmas stockings...but can't ever find them. I wonder...when I'll finally feel like a grown-up? I regret....not getting certified for teaching when I was actually IN school. Probably would have been a lot easier. I love....so many things. MY #1 of course - Anson. family. gospel. warm weather. reading. singing. traveling. running. and newest love - zumba. I care...deeply for others and want them to succeed. I always...wish I was more crafty. I'm learning but it's a slow process. I am not....a seamstress. Probably the only girl from UT that isn't. But I don't like it and it doesn't like me. I believe... in Jesus Christ, that He loves me and watches over me. I dance...when I wash the dishes. And in the car. I sing...and play the piano. Usually only for my husband now. He loves it and it makes me happy. I don't....like to sit very often. I am usually cleaning, trying to find something to do or am bored out of my mind. I write...many books that I still haven't published mostly because I won't settle on an ending. I win....every battle with my husband. HA! Yeah right. I lose...everything in my enormouse purse. In fact, I had to put my purse in a locker at an art gallery the other day because they thought it was luggage. I never....want to be a hypocrite. I listen....to a vast array of music. My tastes are quite eclectic. I can usually be found...snuggled my lovesac reading a book. With Anson. At school. The gym. I am scared of....being alone when I'm old. I read...constantly. Total geek. Suggestions for new books, anyone? I am happy about...my life right now. I am happily in love, in a cute house, with a wonderful family and great job.

Strange Things are Happening...

A couple days ago Anson and I decided to take a quick trip to Austin. The trip was full of all the usual goodness - Rascal Flatts, toaster strudel breakfasts, traffic - you know, the usge. OH and a nice stop to Chick-Fil-A for lunch. Right before we leave I decide to go to the bathroom since we're still driving for awhile. I walk into a stall and before I know it, other people have come in. But there are only two stalls and they're both full so these people will have to wait. Quickly I hear whining and restlessness. It's 2 kids and a mommy. One starts running around and I can already hear the stress in mom's voice. The other is mysteriously quiet. So quiet in fact that I didn't notice the head slowly poking underneath my stall. All of a sudden I realize, with perfect clearness, that yes, indeed, this child is a peeker! Umm...what to do?! Can't hide. Can't leave. Stuck. The kid actually smiles and waves. Funny, but oh so AWKWARD. After what seems like forever, the mom finally realizes and forces her child to stand up. But the damage has already been done. Little sister follows monkey see/monkey do style and it's repeat all over again. Also awkward. Finally, I'm ready to go and open the door to see a mom smiling like it's natural that kids do these things all the time. Which maybe they do? I walk out thinking - weird. I'm so surprised by all of this that I gush to Anson my unbelieveable tale. He just looks at me and says - "so?" SO?!? Umm..gross. "Some kids did that to me last weekend in the church bathroom." Whoa -what? This is a trend?! Strange. Strange things are happening folks...