It's like they wrote this song about me.

So I've never actually watched Veggie Tales (was it a TV series? movies? I'm sure wikipedia.org could tell me, but that's not the point). But I do know that Katie Duncan has never been to Boston in the fall. Which is apparently a Veggie Tales song.

So I watched this video, since it will soon not apply to me (the Boston part anyway).

And when I did, I discovered how much it described my life.

I mean, a few things are inaccurate: I've been to Denver. And St. Paul (that's a new one this last summer). But I didn't bury treasure there, so really I guess it's just the Denver one. Pretty much everything else is accurate:

I've never been to Greenland.

I've never swabbed a poop deck (not really sure what swabbing entails, not interested in finding out).

Sometimes I feel like a pirate (ok, not a pirate) who doesn't do anything (I need a job. Real bad. I have far too much time on my hands).

I've never been to Boston, in any season (including fall).

And the clincher: I don't look good in leggings (darn you, current fashion trends).

It was a little creepy. It's like those veggies were singing the story of my life.

Melanie wanted a shout out. Because she reads this blog a few times a year.

The Dream Team

I almost entitled this post "Another Saturday Night and We Ain't Got Nobody", but decided that that kind of pathetic didn't need to go into the title.

Anyways, last weekend, in honor of things changing with the new school year and such, we decided to make some goals for ourselves. A little funny since none of us are actually still in school, except Eben, but we are still here in the Prov living the college lifestyle so we'll go along with it for now.

We made some group centered goals for everyone and also some personal goals for the week. Please pay attention to the star chart. You can never go wrong with a good star chart. We have since moved the goals to a higher technology that is a Google Doc. I love Google Docs almost as much as I love star charts.

These are the people that were fortunate enough to be there in person when it all began, (Eben is looking forward to graduate life already, it was a crazy night).



We have now included some of our dearest friends from across the country in our goals as well. And that is how The Dream Team (or at least this version) was born.

The Dream Team
Not Pictured: Mark Skinner, Deanna Roark, Eben Hinton



Here's to becoming better in all areas of life!

Dear Brian Littrell

Dear Brian,

I just wanted to write a quick note to say thanks for an unforgettable night. I know it's been 2.5 months now, but I still just can't stop thinking about it.

You know, I may not have ever told you this, but back when you guys were first big in the U.S., I totally had a crush on you. A lot of my friends thought Nick was the cutie, but you were the one I was drawn to. You promised you'd be there to make me smile. You promised to never break my heart. You promised you'd be the one. Needless to say, you won me over. You were my fire. I knew that without you all I was going to be was incomplete.

I guess what I really want to say is...Thanks for sticking with it all these years. I know you probably get a lot of crap for still being in a "boy" band at age 35, but I, for one, respect that you are not ashamed of who you are. You wear the matching sequined "B" jacket with pride.

And you still totally own that classic boy band choreography (more than Nick can say...but I'm not sure he was ever a great dancer). Very impressive.

So even though Nick is undeniably the most attractive Backstreet Boy now (and funny how 5 years doesn't seem like much of an age gap anymore), I just wanted you to know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart.

xoxo

19 November 2010

Last night as I was laying in bed, wishing I had my chapstick that was in the other room, I started thinking how nice it would be to be able to conjure up a nice summoning charm. Accio chapstick! I think I may have even started practicing my swish and flick.

[Subject Change]*

You know those dreams where you realize you completely forgot to attend one of your classes all semester and now you have to go take the final? I don't. My mom said she still has that dream from time to time, but somehow I never had stressful test dreams. Until this summer. Go figure, I wait until after I graduate before I start having school nightmares.

Yeah, the Bar was that scary for me.

But the dreams never actually involved the test itself. It was always me, unable to get to the test (I had a very conscious fear of not getting there on time). I didn't have a pencil, and couldn't take the test.** Or we were trying to get pizza before the test and all the pizza places were closed. You know, weird stuff that makes sense in dreams and causes very real stress.

I didn't dream about the actual test until about 2 days beforehand. That one was terrible. I just kept writing essays I didn't know the answers to.*** I woke up and saw that it was like 3am, but I didn't want to go back to sleep if it meant that I had to dream about the next part of the test.

But the worst part is, I didn't start sleeping better when the test was over. I woke up a couple mornings ago in a panic. Oh my gosh, is the Bar today? Did I miss it? Can I still make it on time? That fleeting but intensely fearful sensation may have been worse than any of the dreams.

This post is getting boring and I'd like to be done reliving the Bar in any form.

Let's finish the way we started: HP.

*At one point, the above thought was connected to the below thought in my mind, but I no longer see the connection and am not going to attempt to make a smooth transition.

**This was obviously before I found out pencils were not even allowed.

***Although, maybe my dream wasn't quite as bad as one of my friends, who had a dream where he opened the cover of the test booklet and the first question was about Organic Chemistry. Talk about nightmares.

The Final Countdown

It has come to this. Jill has graduated from law school and after months of studying she is taking the Bar this Tuesday and Wednesday. I'll just be glad to have it over so she can start enjoying the summer with us. I think she might agree. Good luck Jill!

fishtail.

Rational Thoughts

So it might be an understatement to say I'm not a morning person. I love how much I can get done when I am awake early, and really do LIKE mornings. It's the getting out of bed part that I just can't do.

I get all sorts of thoughts that seem to make sense at the time, but when I think back on them, they make little to no sense at all. They usually involve reasons for me to stay in bed. I'm REALLY good at convincing myself that it would be a better idea to go back to sleep than get up and go to the gym (sometimes this happens even after I've been up and actually out of bed for a few minutes). I'm also pretty good at rationalizing skipping class.

Sometimes in the hour-long process of waking up and hitting snooze, my dreams mix with conscious thoughts.

Here's a thought pattern I had the other day:

(Note: This very well could have taken place over the course of like 30 minutes. Time is so fluid at this time of day.)

Oh man, it's St. Patrick's Day isn't it?

(Roll over.)

Yes, it's St. Patrick's Day.

(My pillow is so soft.)

Hmmm....That means it is ValPal's birthday.

(Stretch.)

I should give her a call. Or at least send a happy bday textual message.

(Get out of bed. Walk down hall, through kitchen, through laundry room, towards bathroom.)

Man, good thing I wore green shorts to bed. I wouldn't want to get pinched right now.

(Pause.)

Wait a second...it's June. It's not St. Patrick's Day. And it's not Val's birthday.

That's too bad.