i have a secret

whenever i look at the moon, it doesn't look like a moon. instead i see a face. i literally see the man on the moon. its not my fault! maybe people like ricky skaggs and feist should stop singing about this "man on the moon"

dancing queen

about twice a week i babysit for the Youngs. 3 girls, 1 boy and lots of craziness. for some reason, they are obsessed with my ipod. let me rephrase that: they are obsessed with 3 songs on my ipod; Fashion by Lady Gaga, Thriller by Michael Jackson, and Baby by Justin Bieber. wow. such diversity. but really. we dance for hours! they absolutely love it.
(this is Ruthy, she's 5)

moving day!

dear orem,
you have so much to offer: beautiful scenery, lovely friends, a castle for me to live in, more boys, and a long drive to work of which i can sing... by myself... in the car. splendid.

more...

more minutes on my phone,
more gas in my car,
more gum just for me,
more time with the girls,
more than 5 hours of sleep (for once),
more flirting.

maybe a break-up is not so bad...

Out in the Fields

a lovely poem given in relief society today that i must share...

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees;
Among he singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might pass,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with God.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

one day

i hope that one day, a friend, who's been the best friend, will stick around even after a fight. i hope that he'll talk to me even if he doesn't want to. i hope one day that friend will come back to be a best friend, again. maybe. hopefully?