Homecomings and other ramblings

Two of my friends from high school (twin brothers) got home from their missions over Christmas break. They had a small open house and a few of my friends and I went over just to pop in and say hi. We decided that reunions like those are weird. For one, you want to sit down and hear all about the experiences they had but you don't want to ask the typical, "how was your mission?" question. Plus, they just want to sit and relax, take deep breaths and let the fact that they're home slowly hit them. Then it's your turn to talk. What do you say? "I'm good." They ask about school, "Oh you're at BYU?" No surprise there. You can only talk about school and work for so long before you reach the social life. But it's not like us girls are about to spew out every heart break we've had for the past two years. And it's not like they even really want to know. At least with these boys maybe not. They're just old high school buddies, they don't really care if you're dating or not. It's different with guys you were really friends with. Like the boys from our freshman year. We know for sure that the second they're home we are gonna sit them down and gush out all our woes and joys that we have had in the last 24 months before they can even object to it.

Friendships are interesting that way. Some friends from your childhood/teenage years you see and, quite frankly, you don't really stress if you talk to them again. But others you see and you just can't wait to hear what they have been learning and doing. I think with the guys from our freshman year, since they were more like our second family, we really do care. We had gotten to know them better and in different ways than we could have with older friends because we were all going through the same crazy college stuff together and we literally were with each other 24/7. Am I just rambling now? Anyway, all the boys are starting to get home and we're all excited. I can't wait till next summer when all the "Originals" boys get home.

Fuzzy teeth

Why is it that your mouth usually tastes more worse after you put a peppermint in it that it did before?

What I want to be when I grow up

My new career choice is to be an expert on love.

Then when all my friends come to me for advice, they'll actually listen to what I have to say because I will be an expert, and who could doubt that?

Just a little cold

It's SEVEN degrees outside!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Made of Plastic

Growing up my sisters and I played with Playmobil basically 24/7. If you don't know what they are you're totally missing out. I definitely am a supporter of handmade and wooden toys, but my favorite plastic toy ever were Playmobil dolls (they're like bigger Legos).

We found out one day that you can actually pop the hair off of their heads, which enabled us to change hair colors and styles with the girls (the guys were too boring to do anything with). We had fun switching the maid in the black dress from a brunette to a blond and the beautiful princesses from blonds to brunettes. Short bobs to long braids, etc. Since my hair dying escapade I've constantly found myself passing a window or mirror and doing a double-take and exclaiming "Oh my gosh I have brown hair!" Causing more exclamations from friends of "We know!!!" So the other day I sauntered into the bathroom and had the strangest sensation ever: I felt like a Playmobil doll!!! I felt like someone had taken the cap of my hair off and switched it with some other brunette. I didn't just remember that memory of us nibbling off the heads and leaving teeth marks in the plastic, nope I actually felt like I had a wig on or something and I thought of the plastic dolls. Seriously, it was weird.

Guess what I did?

Monday morning brought a sense of spontaneity and I dyed my hair brown. I honestly didn't even think about it and just said, yes, let's do it. And we did! (We meaning Callie and I. She was dying her hair and in the process asked if I wanted to do mine. So we just switched off, I dyed hers and she finally got a hold of my hair and dyed mine) Don't worry it's not a crazy dark brown, the color is called golden brown actually, and that's what it looks like. I like it, I won't lie, not as much as the blond of course, I mean being the only blond in my group of friends makes me unique, plus I don't mind the prejudice I get from my hair color, it just means I blow people away when I prove that I'm actually smarter than they expected. Pictures to follow, just haven't had much opportunity to really take pictures, and if we have they aren't on my camera.

Signing off:
The newest brunette in town