The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

 I felt like such a kindergartner as me and my roomies prepared for our first morning of running around campus. We packed our backpacks, lunches, and complimented each other on our outfits picked especially for this morning. We made sure to take a picture as we got ready to leave just like our mommies used to every time we walked out the door to catch the stinky bus in our Elementary days.  I felt like I was in an extra large high school where my classes are incredibly far apart. I became a figurative piece of toast as each of my professors slathered what i felt was too much intellectual butter on me. I cam home feeling swamped and in a bad need of a shower. After the initial shock had worn off of the fact that I had a mountain of paperwork to do before morning not to mention I needed to attend several other events other than my essential classes, I made it a point to dig my self out of one hole by unpacking. This first week has b...

Having newly acquired five of the most fun roommates on this planet I felt that our little group needed to be mentioned. I don't think I could have chosen a better group of fun loving girls who would come up with the most amazing ideas and crazy fun adventures as these guys do. It's only been two days we have already begun to make our tiny apartment the incredibly awesome home it was meant to be. Sharing cupboard space and baking brownies is just the beginning of the fun that awaits all of us this year as we embark on our school escapade. The anticipation is fantastic. Sitting with three of my roomies and chatting over boys, books, and things that have left impressions on our lives was not only the most epic bonding session ever, but also a wonderful moment of realization that these girls are some of the most incredible people I will ever have the privilege of knowing. Sharing and adding to their adventures will be a highlight of my life and I can't wait to get started...

Up to my eyeballs in boxes...... wait I've heard this one before. Haven't I had the same thing to say about this time of year for the last three years? Guess that makes it kind of a tradition right? I'm supposed to be used to this and enjoy it right? How about not! But what can you do? At least I'm moving somewhere I really want to be this time around, but that still doesn't sooth the inner loathing I have for tape, boxes, and box cuts. I haven't done my hair in days and I've become unnerved with the fact that all my reading material is out of reach. This particular combination has left me with nothing but a crazed urge to get anything and everything moved and unpacked ASAP just so I can get my life back in it's un-alphabetized, cluttered, and familiar order. Yet I am to wait longer still!! Not only must I come to grips with the fact that I am now to be living with new surroundings, these surroundings will not be  among family. I will be wedging my...

You want to know something I really miss? I miss dressing up in a too huge dress with miss matched hat and shoes, gathering all my stuffed animals, and pulling out my tiny porcelain tea set to play tea party. It's been a long time since I've host one of these extravaganzas and I really miss it. I don't even own my tiny tea set anymore. Isn't it interesting how we don't miss things til they are gone? I had a squirrel toy that was full of plastic beans, who's whiskers I could pull to make them shorted on one side and longer on the other. He was one of my favorites and loads of fun to throw high into the air and catch. I honestly have no idea what happened to him. I like to think that he became "real" like the velveteen rabbit. Maybe he's the squirrel that has been stealing our dogs food and chewing holes in our trash can. In which case I have to sorrow for the loss of my toy, and no pity for it when my sister decides to soak it with her sup...

I've learned to talk, sing, and write. To dance, smile, and laugh I've learned to play the piano, drive, and draw... Why is it that I've graduated high school, held down a job, and lived on this earth for 18 years and still I feel that I know nothing about life? Every time I step out my front door, it's the same sky, the same air, the same sun shining and yet the moment I think I know where I'm going, what I'm doing, and how to do it, someone changes the rules. There have been so many things I've been able to gain knowledge about through all the resources at my finger tips, but there isn't a website or book that is going to lay out the map of the choices I should make. Life isn't something I can research. It isn't something I can bring to my teacher and ask for help in understanding. I don't believe I have ever been truly afraid of anything, I've just never come face to face with something that traumatizing. But this step out ...

Lists , Lists, endless lists. Things to do, stuff to wash, errands to run, stuff to buy. Why do most of my to do lists end up costing me everything in my wallet? I've really come to hate money, I don't even get to see most of the money I make. I just take a piece of paper with numbers on it to the bank so they can do some elementary math and add more numbers to my other numbers. This world seems to run on how many numbers you have. And the person with the most numbers gets the most power. It's like some sick Math game designed to melt your brain. All it would take would be some technical malfunction to add of subtract a few zeros from the end of your number stack and then all of a sudden you're sunk, or sitting pretty. Need I say more?

Some of you may be aware that my Birthday has come and gone and in honor of my birthday I would like to share with you a creation of mine.  I was gifted my very own set of Magnetic poetry from one of the wisest and most wonderful people I know. I'm not quite sure what to call this poem, but it did bring to my attention my tendency to simply put pretty words together without any for thought on what exactly I was trying to create. Never the less it did turn out rather interesting. Also here is an update on my fairy ball drawing. It seems to be coming together nicely although I will admit I don't like having my color range limited by my amount of colored pencils. I believe a trip to the store is in order.

My family Went down to Manti for our crazy HUGE family reunion this passed weekend. On our way down we made  a few pit stops which made up for all the craziness that would follow with gathering all of my insane family together. We stopped to see the location of the Golden Spike which is the place where the transcontinental Rail Road finally came together. There were families of swallows there to gawk at all the tourists coming through. I'm sure we made for quite the interesting site as we all filed into the visitors center. We passed though the visitors center to the train tracks where the replicas of the two original trains stood facing each other. My sisters took the opportunity to show their true feelings for each other. While the rest of us took in the sites to be had. My younger cousins had a blast wearing their new engineer hats and listening for trains with their ears to the track. After the Golden spike, we stopped for lunch and an incredibly huge hot dog at a gas ...

My dear family took a trip around the river a few weeks ago on a lazy Sunday evening to once again acquaint ourselves with the out doors since we still aren't used to the fact that everything isn't covered in snow. So we packed up the baby, put on our walking shoes and made it our mission to make some new discoveries. While walking we found that the benches placed around the river were strangely artistic. After reading the inscriptions we realized it was part of a city project called "Art you can sit on". Original right? Paw prints and strange rocks.  Some actually looked like benches while others were designed as fish hooks, paper air planes, or other strange doo dads. On one side of the river there were masses of people gathered to feed the wild life.  Ducks, Geese, and several seagulls were gathered for the evening feeding session. Baby Bro had a blast squeaking and pointing at these new water creatures that were now part of his discovered world.  But a...

Begin the insanity right away so you don't have to wait. this include finding pop grass and having a tweeting war in your cousins face.  Make one giant wish after another with the giant grandpa dandelions.  Remember that it only works if you do it in one breath. and to let your little  girl cousins dance in the flying fairy fuzzies. Enjoy the view form your perch ( don't forget to look for a way home). Realizing just how small you are in the vastness of this earth really puts things in perspective.  Document the moment of truth when you realize that your shadow reflects not only your outer self but your inner glory as well.  Snack on the prickly pears who decide to attack your socks as you walk by.  and don't forget to take a break to eat your fruit snacks.  Catch a butterfly or two.  Contemplate the beauty of the path you're on ( or sneeze, whichever is more convenient). And at last follow that little gray rabbit in a waistcoat down a hole ...