Breathe Me

I had two goals last week.

1. exercise


2. buy furniture

I did neither. I did, however, recover from a paralyzing illness, buy some beautiful, winter appropriate clothing (think leather, think fur, think denim. nom nom nom) make some unlikely but very fun loving friends, call my mother, beat a tough level on angry birds, sleep in on Saturday, bake winter treats, go dancing in my new city, celebrate Drake's birthday, and surprise my baby girl with her BFF.

Thursday Favorites.

1. New York Time quoted Dallin H. Oaks to help understand Mormon Style. See the article here. “There is nothing inherently wrong about long hair or beards, any more than there is anything inherently wrong with possessing an empty liquor bottle. But a person with a beard or an empty liquor bottle is susceptible of being misunderstood.” -Dallin H. Oaks


2. Holiday parties coming soon. I've started shopping outfits. Including this little ditty by Suzy Chin for Maggy Boutique. Eeeeeeeekkk I die. And so will everyone when they see it!!! I think I might break it out this weekend and see where it takes me....


3. I love my family. I love my friends. I love the beach. In three weeks I will be on the beach with my family and friends. I'm ready. My skin is ready. My six pack is almost ready.

We Interrupt This Drake Album For A Moment To Feel Something

Don't second guess your feelings you were right from the start
And I notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart
This city is for strangers, like the sky is for the stars
I think it's very dangerous if we do not take whats ours

And I'm winning you with words because I have no other way
I'd love to look into your face without your eyes turnin away
Last night I watched you sing because a person has to try
And I walked home in the rain because a person cannot lie

-Jaymay

admitting emotional limitations

Yesterday, I got to work 15 minutes early and I was worried that I was late. I wore blue and I wanted to wear red. I curled my hair and I wanted it straight. I couldn't remember how I had arranged my pillows and I wanted to go home and make sure they were perfect. You know, Normal feelings for a normal morning.

Walking to my desk, I stopped by the supply closet and grabbed these.

Half an hour later it had successfully turned into this.

The significance of this is that about 6 months ago my security blanket was a ball of rubber bands that I carried in my purse and pulled out while I was reducing my dependancy on medication. I have distint memories of being at dinner with friends or church or work or even driving around and there being rubber bands all over my lap because I was stressed for no reason.

One time, my therapist was trying to understand this and she asked when I felt the most anxious. The answer shocked both of us. Friday afternoons around 4:30 and Sundays. You know, the time of week when the rest of the world is feeling good. BREAKTHROUGH.

She then inquired about my dosage and I said, don't worry, I just bought a new package of rubber bands.

Online Shopping

today i saw a woman get dropped of at Jenny Craig in a taxicab

things the salty city does not have:
the perfect Pho place
the perfect Yoga place
the perfect Tanning place
good shoes at Nordstrom
the perfect barbeque place
the ability to stay warm year round.

guys. i swear i'm optimistic and i chose this and life could not be more in-line. but like HOW DO I LIVE?

Grateful

How To Hate. by Weezy F
iOs 5
My poppa
My family having the means to travel and see eachother
The way a fake tan looks real
My bod
Candy
Coke (a-cola)
Presidential Election Excitement
Kyria and I currently being into the same music
My selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor.

Moving Day

Moving again. I won't waste time blogging about it because it's all the same stuff. I will just link to old times I've blogged about moving and you can just assume that I am experiencing the same emotions.

Actually, my biggest concern with this move is that I am going to be buying hangers again. I hate buying hangers.

2011

2010

2008- Warning: I was a little dramatic back then....

2008- ....and sometimes depressed.

Musica

My friend and I recently shared our individual choices for the most romantic songs ever. In light of that I am currently listening to: To Whom It May Concern by The Civil Wars.

Great, Now When People Google 'Swizz Beatz', this website will come up...

Picture this: Me, dressed to the nines, on the day of my first ever Taylor Swift concert. Giddy and twitterpaided trying not to think about the cares of reality. Driving around running errands before I leave for the show. I turn on As I Am by Alicia Keys, which is definitely a top 10 album. Lesson Learned comes on. I try to push from my mind that the song was written about Swizz Beats (yikes X 75). Remembering the optimistic words of this song.

....my soul has returned, so I called it a lesson learned

And I was reminded! That as soon as you are happy again! All of your problems turn from being 'problems' to Lessons Learned! And it's like really exciting! Real life example... I was having major issues with my hair today and then I changed my part and attacked it with the CHI and then it was fixed and now I know what to do in that situation. Lesson Learned.

Happy Birthday, Dad!!

Happy Birthday to my idol. the love of my Mother's life, the father of my best friends, the man who taught me to hold my tongue and laugh uncontrollably and get dressed up because I am special and to wake up early and work until there were blisters on my hands.

Happy Birthday to the man who changed my life, who gave up dessert for no reason, who flew to visit just me when I was alone, who didn't know how to say anything negative, who loved to kick back and watch TV after a long day.

Happy Birthday to the greatest person I've ever known. He taught me to have self respect. He taught me to love everything. He taught me the gospel. He taught me to live life zestfully. He showed what joy meant. He showed what it looked like to love a family. He wore his heart on his sleeve and apologized regularly. He was flawed. He was imperfect. He was funny. He was at times irreverent. Miss ya P-diddy.