Today's going to be a long day...

Sunday Morning Karma

Don't worry I just had the most fabulous morning ever-

Oatmeal was sounding pretty good so I decided to whip some up on the stove. Put the water on to boil to come back 10 minutes later after I forgot about it to realize that specific burner wasn't actually working. After finally getting one to work and cooking it up I went to go eat my lovely oatmeal with just the right amount of brown sugar glazing the top. I proceeded to pull out five...5...FIVE hairs in the course of eating it. Each time trying to convince myself that everything was fine and it was probably my own hair. But no I finally could NOT do it anymore. When I went to rinse the bowl out after dumping the remains in the garbage I found several more hairs. The bowl was cursed. I have no idea how that many hairs got in it. I still don't, and I'm sure that they weren't all mine.

So I proceed to go for an egg. I've had eggs from Fern and Josh since last week and they needed to be used. As I go to crack the egg into the skillet it proceeds to crack with extra force and eject yolk all over my skirt. And of course it's now a complete mess in the skillet. Scrambled eggs! But no, they proceed to burn and cook poorly because of the chose skillet. I finally get too frustrated and throw the egg out. As I'm washing the skillet I then manage to spill soapy dish water all down the other side of my skirt. It's ok, I didn't want to wear this skirt today anyway.

I'm still hungry. Starving in fact. It's 11:30 and I could use a good late breakfast. So I'm going for toast. Peanut butter toast, I probably didn't get enough protein from all that hair. It's fool proof, right? I'm crossing my fingers that it doesn't burn

Feeling hippie lately with my handmade jewelry

I've never been much of a jewelry person, but lately I can't help but wear some really cool necklaces I rummaged out of my mother's jewelry box; including a couple handmade, and from Mozambique.

I'm Getting Better

At least I hope so...

My favorite- kudos to Bobby for taking this

 Lead Climb up Rock Canyon

Remember that one day that I ran a half marathon? Well after finishing it I took a hiatus from running to let my IT band heal fully. I first waited a whole month before going running again and I did alright. Today was another good day of running with no pain in my right leg. YAY!!! Granted the high altitude makes my throat burn like crazy and I have to stop every now and then even though my body is doing fine. Slowly but surely I'm starting to get back into the game. I'm hoping to run a few 5k's this semester and then another half next year. Or sooner :)

Dog Days

It's my last week of summer and I don't know how to stay busy. I should be enjoying the languid moments of serenity, the endless hours of reading and basking in the sun. Moments with nothing to do but relax and be lazy, and yet I'm dying for distractions. Things to keep me occupied from contemplating a lost relationship, from remembering sweet moments and hurting over the ache in my heart; the newly opened space in my life.

Try as I might I cannot seem to arouse myself from this dreary waste that I am in. I look forward to school starting, to a new job on campus (I was hired as the secretary for BYU's preschool and kindergarten), to friends returning from summer adventures, to things to fill up these empty hours and mournful passing minutes.

I relish in the opportunities to lose myself in textbooks, lectures, arguments, spontaneous trips, misadventures, crappy food, more baking, a new house, a room to myself, new friends, new roommates, ward callings, visiting teaching, serving others, and just losing myself in life.

Being single is easy I am told. Marriage is not the answer to your problems. So I'm going to enjoy these moments of selfishness that I have. The days that I can spend only worrying about me and me and just me. I should be excited about that... right?

Let Me Open My Heart to You for a Moment

It's been a hard week. So Mom told me to write poetry. She said, "Go write some good poetry. Or even bad." I think I wrote bad, but they are still my words and feelings. Let me open myself up to your for a moment. I am sure we will laugh over this pain in years to come.

I Bled

I wrote until my fingers bled
I ran until my feet bled
I kneeled until my knees bled
I cried until my eyes bled
I begged until my lips bled
I bled until there was no more
Until I was a hollow shell
Waiting for you to come
And fix my broken heart


Title Yet to Be Determined

Dizzy and weak
Feeling nothing but bleak


My soul is vulnerable
My heart inconsolable


My mind is a mess
My body in distress


There is a deep hole
in the corner of my soul


Needing to be filled
Needing to be healed


But nothing makes sense
and nothing can recompense


This ache that stays
This love that grays.