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.

Tales of a Beautiful Nomad

There's a large part of my mind that believes that I only need a job to pay for my personal trainer, I only need a husband to pay for plastic surgery, I only need children to dress them in Burberry and I only need to live in Utah so I can wear fur to church. I try to fight that woman with her shallow desires. She costs a lot and doesn't eat very much.

Shingles

Remind me later to tell you about all the insane things going on in my life. In the meantime, a good Laugh for your monday morning.