HAPPY jaycey BIRTHDAY!

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My little sister turned 17.

She's so little. I don't think she'll ever grow up.

ha ha.

just kidding.

i think she's coming along just well.

Happy Birthday, and many to you.

It Found Me

Before I tell some fun stories, I want to post about something that kinda scared me today.

Last night I got all my homework done at 10:30. Yes, I did it on the Sabbath. Sorry to those of you whom that offends. But I was proud of myself for finishing that early. Usually I put it off forever, but good ol' Amanda was being such a good example that I decided to study with her in the kitchen (also, I would have been bored if I didn't study anyways).

But then Megan came home. And we stayed up watching Stargate until 1 AM, I think. I should've gone to bed, but oh well. Mondays I don't have any classes in the morning, just an institute class, so I wasn't too worried about skipping one day of it. I promised myself not to stay up so late again (just like I always promise myself).

I set my alarm for institute anyways just in case I felt rested enough in time to go. If I still wanted to sleep, I thought I should still at least wake up to tell Megan that I wasn't going with her. Just a courtesy alarm.

So I texted Megan. But then I couldn't fall back to sleep. So 10 minutes before I had to start walking to make it on time, I changed my mind and decided to go to institute.

Keep that in mind while I update you on what happened Wednesday in institute.

On Wednesday I went to Doctrines of the Gospel with Megan and Amanda. Megan recommended this class because it is taught by Brother Jacobs, one of her favorite instructors. And I trust her, so I followed my instincts of trust and followed her into a classroom full of people even though it would probably get hot and sweaty and stinky in there before class was over (it didn't).

Brother Jacobs wanted everyone's picture, and so sections of the class would leave during the lesson to get their pictures taken in the hall. When I finally got in line, I was thinking to myself, "I bet I could walk back into the classroom without anyone noticing that I didn't get my picture taken."

So I tried it out to see if I could do it. I put on my sly suit and turned right as someone passed me on their way back into the class, and I followed behind them at a leisurely pace. I don't think anyone noticed. I was thrilled at such a stupid accomplishment, because hey, I love being sneaky, and this really wasn't hurting anything. I was sure that Brother Jacobs would recognize my face when he realized that he didn't have my picture.

I also didn't sign the role because I wasn't registered for the class yet and I didn't want to make the secretaries register me just because I was lazy (they would try to register me if I wrote my name on the role).

So that was Wednesday.

Today in Doctrines of the Gospel, Brother Jacobs opened by calling out certain names and telling those people to go register because the class was closing and no one else could enroll after that (because the class was too full). One of the girls (my obnoxious roommate Frankenstein with the voice of a booming supersonic explosion that will deafens the heavens) really was registered even though she was on the list, so she didn't go. But I DID go, because I didn't want to be kicked out of the class for procrastinating.

And while I was going over there, I thought to myself that I should just go back home and go back to bed so I could find a different institute class to take on Mondays and Wednesdays. But for some reason I didn't. I stuck around to risk getting caught as the girl without her name on the list who's being sneaky and signing up.

Luckily the registrar secretary ladies just counted the number of names on the list and registered me.

On my way back to the class, I could not help realizing how lucky I was that everything had just worked out...at least for now. I hope Brother Jacobs doesn't find out and tell on me.

But the lesson today gave me the answers I have been praying for for a long time. It was a HUGE deal, because this lesson proved to me that I'm not crazy and that I really believe in the CJCLDS. It verified one experience for me, and in that experience, it verified so many wonderful truths that I was thinking...

I almost missed out on that.

I risked missing out on that lesson.

I nearly missed out on that because I keep listening to the big voice inside my head that tells me to do stupid things just for the heck of doing it. I keep trying to be sneaky and tricky about things that don't matter, only here's the thing:

Everything matters.

So many things added up to distract me from going to institute and hearing that lesson. Not putting my name on the role. Not getting my picture taken. Staying up. If Frankenstein didn't register. Almost going back to bed. Not registering. Almost going back home...

I'm so glad that somehow it all worked out, because that lesson found me. I'm so glad it found me against everything that it was working against.

And I AM even 20 now!

No one's gonna tell people about my accomplishments and say:

"And she's not even 20 yet!"

That is a happy fact, because it always embarrasses me, as much as I appreciate people thinking that I'm awesome enough to brag about that way. But the truth is that I'm not that awesome. I'm just stubborn. Ha ha.

August 28th was my 20th birthday. I got awesome cards from my family, lots of wall-writings on facebook, tons of texts and voicemail, an email from China, and an AWESOME surprise that I totally wasn't expecting.

I came home from school (disappointed that my class was a let down because we didn't have a quiz and we discussed everything I had already memorized about the history of the management of organizations and people, so it was super boring), and I was caught up in my own little world of texting and iPod music/dancing on my way to my room. I standing next to my bed when I took my backpack off, and as I lifted it to put on my bed, I realized there was something there, something that I didn't put there. I got a little scared because of the foreign object in my room, so I stepped back and realized that there were LOTS of foreign objects in my room.

there was a posterboard with writing on it that i couldn't comprehend in my stunnedness, balloons in my favorite colors, a large white box with real ribbon on it, and a card. So naturally, I said

Whoa.

And I stared at it for a couple of seconds, trying to read the posterboard. After a few tries, I finally focused enough to remember the alphabet and how to read words. It was a happy birthday surprise!

I came out of my room and looked down the hall and Amanda was standing there with a big grin on her face, then Megan popped her little joyful head out of her room and we all went back in my room to unwrap my present and read my card.

The card was BEAUTIFUL. and the present ROCKED. lots of scrapbooking paper and stamps and some runner glue refills (always desperately needed!) and oh my goodness it was all so perfect i couldn't contain my joy. i think i hugged those twins at LEAST a dozen times each and i couldn't stop jumping up and down.

then cassie came over and we went to tandoori oven. YUM!

then andee came up and we made cards and had confetti cake and aggie ice cream and watched 50 first dates (FUN! YUM! YUM! FUN!)

and...i'm tired so i will blog more later. but my 20th birthday totally knocked my socks off, and while i was sad that i didn't have everyone there, the people who WERE there made it a birthday that i will never forget. :)

Managing Pregnancy

So I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE love LOVE my management of organizations and people course (stats can die, and hip hop hasn't really started yet).

This summer, I had a Fundamentals of Marketing course that was about 3 hours long EVERY DAY. Anyone who knows me realizes that I cannot sit still and be quiet for that long.

But

This class was discussion based, the instructor had great stories and props, and it was pretty much playtime based learning! It was awesome, and so was the material.

Now this management class...it is even BETTER! Today my professor made a chef hat out of printer paper, wore it, and explained how management is like baking cookies. I could barely contain my excitement when I discovered his great sense of humor as he concluded by saying, "Man, that makes me hungry. Does that make you hungry? Talking about management?"

Let me tell you, that is not the best joke he had today. I am very pleased with my investment in this course. And my minor in marketing. I am very pleased. Statistics courses will be worth the effort.

Next topic.

(Disclosure: I'm being inappropriate and saying that I am a virgin, and I don't plan on changing that fact until I marry. Hopefully since this is in parenthesis, it will not be such an inappropriate thing to say on my blog. Keep this fact in mind as you continue reading.)

If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was pregnant.

Let me tell you why.

My sense of smell is very acute and has been for a while. Let me tell you, for as many delicious smells as there are in the world, there are at least 7 horrible smells. It's a 1:7 ratio, trust me.

I will give you an example of one of my meals in the past 3 days. Most of my meals have been this involved. First stage: full Totino's combination pizza. Second stage: hamburger, pineapple, chips, cookie, watermelon, another cookie. Third stage: strawberries. Fourth stage: Coldstone. 5th stage: strawberries. I still wasn't full. Go figure. I remember saying to my friends at one point: "Does anyone else feel sick?" But that moment passed in less than two minutes and I was starving again.

My period stopped. (Whoops...forgot the disclosure this time...hmm.) Perhaps this is just a coincidence, but still.

And last but not least, I had slight morning sickness. I mean, yes, I usually feel sick when I eat breakfast, but this sickness prevented me from eating breakfast at all.

Yesterday I had a mood swing toward the deep dark dense depths of depression. I am most wonderfully happy today. I think pregnant women have mood swings like this, but it might just be because they are women and have nothing to do with the fact that they are pregnant.

Next topic.

Question to everyone reading this (my roomies and I have discussed this to a certain degree):

How tall does a bowl have to be to be considered a cup? (*Notice the two To Be's in that sentence. Weird, but it's correct.)

Right...wait, what?

My coworker asked our facilitator the difference between USU and U of U, because the facilitator attended both places, and my coworker is curious about things like this.

The reply was excruciatingly funny.

For half an hour, our facilitator talked about the class he's teaching this fall, the classes he taught last year, the way the No Child Left Behind program is affecting what students are expecting from universities these days, how many articles he's written and how his King Lear article is required reading for some German professor...

I have no idea what else he talked about. I wasn't really paying attention. My coworker actually left me alone with the facilitator for a while.

And at the end of the conversation, when the facilitator was trying to make a conclusion to his monologue, he said:

"So that's uh...that's...well that's just um...something interesting."

He couldn't remember what his point was or what he was talking about or why he was talking! It was so funny!

So he just moved on to another topic.

Let me say that made me LOL in caps.

I actually made faces behind his back while he was facing my coworker. That was the best part of the day.

Anyway, 30 minute monologue. At least 30 minutes.

And I can laugh because I do it too.

Zombie Chicken

I don't know if anyone noticed, but I got a wonderful surprise yesterday that I prominently used.

It is called the Zombie Chicken Award.

As a recipient of this award, I've proudly displayed it on the right column of this website. Scroll down a bit and you'll see it and the description of it.

I find it to be a hilarious and touching compliment. Mostly hilarious though.

Also as a recipient, I have the priviledge of awarding other people with the zombie chicken award, but I have to be careful who I give it to, otherwise the wrath of the zombie chickens will come upon me and the awardee.

But I'm willing to take the chance to give the award to....

drum roll please...

Andee DeMie of "Andee Leigh" at http://anabananandee.blogspot.com/

and

Connie Ward of "Connie's Ramblings" at http://conniesramblings.blogspot.com/

These two too wonderful women have taught me so much with their blogs, and I think they are the perfect candidates for this award (according to the description).

Congratulations you guys! Copy the picture and description and display it on your own blogs. If you want. :)

And congratulations to me! Yeah!

Two Posts in a Day

I know, two posts is a lot. :)

I just want to tell my best friends how excited I am for them to be going to China, and that I am waiting for them to come back so we can party and they can tell me all the awesome stories about China and the kids there that are named after Harry Potter characters. :) I will miss you guys and I love you tons! Have fun!

Also on the topic of best friends, I am so glad that Megan and Amanda are finally moved in! I love them so much. Plus, they saved my life today from a spider THE SIZE OF MY EYEBALL (and I am not exaggerating. Amanda verified that I wasn't exaggerating when she saw it. I'm pretty sure Megan would not deny its size either. I was rather disgusting and scary. I whimpered.)!!!!!

And I am jealous that Megan and Amanda are living together. It makes me miss living with my family. :(

To The Cut

I'm not editing this before I post it because I have to post it ASAP before it's too late.

A friend of mine is going through a rough time, and she feels even worse about it because she knows that she should forgive in order to feel peace and be a "good" person, but no matter what she does, she can't seem to completely forgive. I know that a lot of us think that we forget about something that hurt us, but then we remember it at the most unexpected times, and you have to go through the whole process again. It sucks. I don't know HOW to make that easier, but I know that it's one of the worst things about life--living a heart ache over and over and over again.

I've had my own experiences like this. I'm not going to go into them, but I know that forgiving is hard, and forgiving people who aren't sorry is harder, but the hardest part is forgetting. And when you try to forgive and you can't forget, you feel the pain associated with whatever wrong was done to you, plus the guilt of not being able to let it go. It's not a good combination.

You may have heard me quote my mother several times already, but I’m saying it again: “You are only expected to do your best, and your best changes every day.” I think you should keep this in mind when you are being harder on yourself than necessary.

Do not feel bad about struggling with forgiveness. The fact that you feel bad about shows that you are willing to forgive, and you understand the importance of forgiving. You just simply haven’t found out how to do it yet. There are some things that hurt our hearts so much that it would be unreasonable to forgive right away. God knows that. God isn’t unreasonable. He doesn’t require that you run faster than you have the strength to (Mosiah 4:27). He understands and is willing to help. I can’t tell you how to feel better because each person’s way is different, so I’ve assembled some quotes that you might find useful. the quotes don't give you the answers, but I hope they can comfort you. And I know you love quotes. I put my favorite ones first and last:)

“Do not feel guilty or worry if you are struggling with forgiveness. It is easy to take
scriptures about forgiveness out of context and assume we must be immediately ready to forgive even serious harm from others.” –President Gordon B. Hinckley

In the everyday circumstances of life, we will surely be wronged by other people—sometimes innocently and sometimes intentionally. It is easy to become bitter or angry or vengeful in such situations. The Savior counseled, "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you" (Matthew 5:44).

We should pray for strength to forgive those who have wronged us, and we should abandon feelings of anger, bitterness, or revenge. We should also look for the good in others rather than focusing on their faults and magnifying their weaknesses. God will be the judge of others' harmful actions.

“We must not lose hope. Hope is an anchor to the souls of men. Satan would have us cast away that anchor. In this way he can bring discouragement and surrender. But we must not lose hope. The Lord is pleased with every effort, even the tiny, daily ones in which we strive to be more like him. Though we may see that we have far to go on the road to perfection, we must not give up hope.” –President Ezra Taft Benson.

“I just wanted to say how profoundly sorry I am for this burden you are called to carry. I wish I had answers to all the questions. All I know is that moving from pain to healing is a process.... a process that can't be rushed. I know that peace will come to you. The anger is normal and understandable. It is part of what helps us understand injustices. You will eventually be able to let go of your anger as you give the heaviness of it...the unanswered parts of it to God. What you are going thru right now is the essence of the why the Atonement was accomplished. I use that word on purpose -- accomplished. The same applies to your process. God will lead you to healing. Allow his wisdom to teach you whatever lessons he will as you pass thru it all. Forgiveness will come. It is ok that it isn't all here today.”

Felony

So now that I've written four letters (thanks for all of your comments guys. You are all so great. And Brain is a lot like Brian. ha ha), I'm moving on to something strange that happened last week.

I went with a couple of friends up Logan canyon at like midnight to watch the meteor showers after submitting to attacks of peer pressure that I needed to stop working so much and take a break for an hour or two to see a heavenly spectacle. I don't regret it. I got to make a lot of wishes that night, and we had a lot of fun chatting and joking while lying on a blanket at the side of the road.

We cut through campus on the way home and we saw the car in front of us get pulled over by USU bicycle cops. It was a funny site. We laughed at them, and someone announced how embarrassing it was to be pulled over by University bicyclists, so we laughed harder.

Until one of them started chasing us on his bike.

We were literally two blocks from home and we were getting pulled over by a man in tight pants.

And of course I hate to buckle up, so as I'm turning around to look at the cop, I stealthily grab the seat belt and pull it with me while I'm turning back around, but I couldn't get it snapped in place before the cop came up to the window, so I pinned it between my elbow and hip and tried to look relaxed like I didn't have anything to hide, but scared enough to look like I understood the seriousness of being pulled over. I had to do this while struggling to keep the seat belt from snapping back up behind my shoulder. That wasn't exactly easy.

My driver friend asked the cop what the problem was, and he asked for her liscense, registration, and proof of insurance, so she popped open her glove compartment and complied with him, asking him again what the problem was. He didn't respond for a while. He went to the back end of the SUV and flashed his light in the trunk. We thought he might be searching for someone in the trunk or something, and then someone said that this might be a joke because the cops were bored and they were just looking for something to pull someone over for.

The cop came back and told her that ONE of her TWO lights on the license plate was out, and that's why he pulled her over.

I'm like, say WHAT? You can't pull someone over for that. Only one of the lights has to work if the other light shines enough. These cops must be really bored. This is a waste of time. I need to get to sleep.

I didn't say that out loud though. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have had the chance to because of what happened next:

Cop: "What's in that bottle?"

[everyone looks around for a bottle. driver lady sees a bottle of pills in the glove compartment]

Driver Lady: "Um, looks like Ibuprofen."

Cop: "Is it labelled?"

Driver Lady: "No, but I'm pretty sure it's Ibuprofen. It looks like it. But I'm not sure. This is my dad's car."

Cop: "Well, that's a felony."

Driver Lady: "To have Ibuprofen?"

Cop: "To have anything in a bottle like this unlabelled."

Driver Lady: "Well, this is my dad's car, so I'm really not sure..."

Everyone kinda froze at this point. I was thinking that I have to work, pack, move, and clean, and that I definitely didn't have time to go to jail. So crap crap crap crap crap.

The cop went back to his partner to check about some stuff before saying anything else to us.

He gave us a warning to fix our light and to tell the dad not to do that with his pills again.

Then we went home.

It was seriously a joke.

Letter IV

Dear World,

I have some news I'd like to share with you. I find it exciting, but I will understand if you find it disappointing.

I'm not giving up.

So stop attacking my heart and my head. No matter what you do, I'm fighting for my dreams, hopes, beliefs, and values. You can't get to me, and if you do, watch out, because payback's a bleep. And I'm not letting you get to my family and friends either. I'm sticking up for my people and supporting them when they need me.

I'm going to be successful in whatever I do. I might not be the best, but I will be my best, and that's what will make me successful. I am not, have never been, and never will be worthless or insignificant. Don't ever tell me otherwise again.

I don't need your things to make me happy. I've got enough to be thankful for already. I don't need everything right now. I know that as long as I'm patient, I'll have everything I need and want, with an excellent man by my side.

Next time you try to take me on, beware. I've got a mighty bite.

So take that!

Brittany Hart

Letter III

Dear Brain & Heart,

I wish you two would stop fighting. Yes, it's true that I'm not entirely pleased with either of you right now, but I am thankful for you. Brain, where would I be without your quick thinking to get me out of some sticky situations? And Heart, what would my life be like if I didn't have sticky situations to get out of? Really, both of you add to the quality of my life, even if you both make it harder than it needs to be.

I think you guys would have an easier time respecting each other's differences if you'd focus on school and work. I know that sounds like I'm favoring Brain right now, but hear me out Heart. When it comes to work and school, yes, that is Brain's territory, but I've worked very hard to find educational subjects and valuable jobs that allow me to bring both of you with me. Please realize that work and school are places where you guys work together marvelously. Both of you do so much to make sure that I'm doing my best and loving every minute of it.

Brain, you do overthink sometimes. Would it really be so bad if I could just sit still for a few minutes every day and just breathe? You know that I'll take care of things, and I will always come to you for advice, so just relax. There's no need to get so pushy and critical. I know that's one of the things you do that hurts Heart a lot. We're all on the same team, so try putting forth a little more effort to mind my feelings.

Heart, you get carried away sometimes. Would it really be so bad if I could just sit still for a few minutes every day and just breathe? You know that I care about a lot of stuff, and I will always come to you for comfort and joy, so just relax. There's no need to jump all over the place to catch my attention. I know you are there, so don't worry. I won't forget you. Brain does keep you in mind, whether or not it seems that way. I'm on your team, and that means that I'll pass the ball to you sometimes.

Both of you just need to stop fighting. I know you'll never get along perfectly, but can you at least respect each other's differences? You are both important to me, and I'm never going to pick sides, so please please PLEASE settle down. It'd be an awesome birthday present to me.

Thinking of you always with love,

Brittany Hart

Letter II

Dear Brittany's Brain,

Where do you get off?

You THINK you are the boss here, but let me tell you a little secret: you can't win. Brittany can't stand me, but deep down, she knows that life wouldn't be worth anything if she didn't have me forcing her to try out the different things life has to offer. So maybe I'm a little forceful to get her to have fun, and yeah, sometimes things don't work out well, but that's okay. She's strong enough to take one day at a time and move on. It's not my fault that the rest of the world screws up from time to time.

You, on the other hand, are to blame. If you wouldn't think so much, life would be a lot easier for Brittany. She'd get more sleep. She wouldn't stress quite as much. She'd take more risks and get more rewards. You are the reason for her regrets.

I suggest you follow my lead and do whatever makes Brittany happy, because you aren't on good terms with Brittany either.

With your best interests in me,

Brittany's Heart

Letter I

Dear Brittany's Heart,

I am rather sorry for the timing of this letter. I know you are quite busy these days, but this really must be said.

You are getting out of control. You are taking Brittany on a rollercoaster ride without checking to make sure that she meets the height requirement. You are not even checking the seat restraint. This is bad, because if you had checked, you would have realized that she is neither tall enough for this ride nor restrained in her seat. Yet you pressed the big red button to start the ride. I have one question for you:

WHY?!!!?!

I strongly suggest you grab an engineer and press the other big red button, the button to stop the ride. You are already on bad terms with Brittany, and if you don't stop this ride, there's no telling how long it will take or how hard it will be until you two are friends again.

Sincerely looking out for you,

Brittany's Brain

lyrics

i wrote some more songs lately. i'm being brave and posting my lyrics:

SONG ONE

jaycey oh jaycey i need you to listen.

the wind has been tossling my hair.

i asked it quite promptly my most pressing question:

"will you carry a message so fair?"

the wind answered "maybe, I just might be able.

what is the message to send?"

I said "it is short and it’s really quite simple—

send love to my sister, my friend."

SONG TWO

v1: whoa, i'm in too deep,

and whoa, i've come so far,

and oh, i thought you would keep me,

but no, you're just gonna scar.

ch1: sometimes when the storm clouds gather

i don't care,

'cause even when the sun shines through,

what does it matter if you're not there?

you're not there.

v2: why you backing down?

wait, what'd you say?

hold on, i won't be pushed around.

hold up, i'm not your babe.

ch2: sometimes when the night is dark

i'm not scared,

'cause i know i'll be safe and sound

even if you're not there,

you're not there.

[need to write a third verse...skip it for now]

ch3: so next time when you come around

i'll be prepared

yeah, when you want to treat me right

don't be surprised if i am not there,

i am not there.

i am not there.

SONG THREE

[i only have a chorus so far]

the sun's breath is kissed by the wind,

i can feel it on my skin

when i'm with you

the moon glances softest beams,

they wrap around me or so it seems

when i'm with you

when i'm with you.

the end of lyrics. i wish i could write the guitar music i made, especially the songs without lyrics yet.

Define Mildness

If I let the cheese factories tell me what mild is, then mild is pretty strong.

I had some mild cheese today, and I realized that mild has a lot of flavor. Mild is strong enough for me.

But is that incorrect? I mean, mild isn't supposed to be strong, or is it? This was my question today, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that salsa is an evil creature.

That's right, you heard me. The more I thought about mild cheese, the more I came to understand that salsa is evil. I love salsa, but it LIES!

Salsa comes in mild, hot, and extra spicy varieties. This is what I have grown up with. And I know that I want mild because I'm a wimp when it comes to strong spices, and mild isn't strong.

So what's with cheese? Cheese is pretty strong no matter what's going down.

So I looked up the definition of mild. My favorite words for mild were "moderate; gentle; far from extreme."

But cheese is pretty extreme. It makes the burger. It is the mac. It is the worst type of joke to lots of people.

So if cheese can be mild without settling for a weak flavor, then salsa is lying. Mild isn't wimpy. And if mild means you can still be full of flavor, then I'm gonna be extremely mild.

Lol. Not really. I don't even know what that means. I don't know what anything really means when I think about weird stuff like mildness in the context of cheese v salsa. All I know is that I would never want to be called mild. Mild might not be wimpy, but it sure sounds wimpy.

Still, that's what I was thinking about today.

You Are Here

USU has a quad. It's a big field of grass separated into four sections by two long sidewalks going north to south and east to west. In the middle of the intersecting sidewalks, there's a red circle with a white star in it. I'm not sure if it really says "You Are Here," but when I picture it in my head, I see some worn paint on the sidewalk with those words.

And regardless if it says "You Are Here," that's what I think every time I see it.

I kinda wish I had one of those everywhere I went. Because sometimes I feel lost. I'd like a little star to comfort me and tell me I'm somewhere familiar, or at least to tell me where I am so that I can get somewhere familiar. I'd like a star to remind me who I am and what I'm doing. I'd especially like a star to tell me where I last put down my phone. :)

Most of the time I do have a stars. Stars come in all shapes and forms. Some are brighter than others. Sometimes clouds get in the way so I can't see them, but they are there. They're always there.

So I'm curious: what are your stars? What tells you "You Are Here?" I really want to know.

One for All

I haven't read my little profile introduction in a while, and I realized that I promised people that if they'd leave me enough comments, I'd dedicate a post to them.

I am so sorry. I forgot about that promise I made.

Now I would like to make up for it with a dedication musketeer style. You have all been commenting on my one blog. Now I'm making one post for all of you.

This blog is for my family. They've been with me forever, and they'll continue to be with me forever. I know that I'm not always the family member you guys deserve to have, but I'm so thankful that you all love me even with my many faults I've shown you. Thanks for cheering me up, helping me keep in touch with reality, and for supporting me in everything I do, even if you do tease me along the way. I love you all so much, and I'm so happy to be a part of your life.

This blog is for my friends. They are the family that I adopt into my heart. I carry you everywhere I go because of the joy you bring me. Thanks for sticking with me even when I'm an idiot and say stupid things that make you roll your eyes. Thanks for forgiving me with I hurt your feelings. And thanks for being too nice to me for my own good. I really can't imagine a luckier girl on the planet than me. My life wouldn't be the same without you guys, and days when we aren't having fun together are seem to last forever. I love you guys from the heart of my bottom. Ha ha!

This blog is for my general readers who haven't ever met me in real life, but who nonetheless encourage me by saying, "Hey, random stranger, I like you, or at least I like what you write." That brings me a good feeling, and sometimes that's all it takes to get through the day. I hope this dedication to you brightens your own mood, even if it's just for 4 minutes. Hopefully it lasts 4 hours though. Or 4 days. No, 4 BILLION YEARS!

This blog is for all of you, my role models, my inspirations, my supporters, my family and friends and my commenters! Go you all! You rock! You're the best! There ain't no party like my commenters' party! You're off the hook! You. Complete. Me. You're number 1! You had me at hello! You've got what it takes! You're at the top of your game! You are the future! You need a haircut!

Wait, hold the haircut. Your hair is fine.

The End.

Ka-shwing!

Brittany just found her LONG LOST FREE CAFE RIO CARD!

I lost that thing sometime last year. It was rather upsetting.

But now I found it! Know why? Because I was packing, and I was checking a little pirates of the carribean mini-lunch box I got from my sisters. It had fun dip, the plastic fruits with candy powder inside them, two grape laffy taffies, and TWO cafe rio cards, one of which is redeemable for one of the grandest experiences known to a true fat kid. like me. Yes, I'm a Fat Kid. I'm bigger than my body gives me credit for. Thanks John Mayer. Also to the fat kid club and it's leaders.

Cafe Rio is one of my favorite places to eat. If you don't get pork, you don't belong there. That's how I, and many people I know, feel. Cafe Rio pork is a way of life. It is an art. And it is De Li Cious.

When I don't get a pork burrioto enchilada style with extra meat, it is only because it is Taco Tuesday.

Let me tell you a little something about Taco Tuesday. It is available in Logan, Utah, and it is a deal sent from heaven. Probably literally. I wouldn't be surprised if this deal was inspired.

Every Tuesday, you get tacos for way cheap. Like $2 cheap. These tacos look small, but they are beasts. They will fill your stomach right up. And if you get two tacos and add rice and beans, you get a free drink. You can get that for around $5. I can't remember the exact number. I have not been there since my roommates and other friends moved away from me. It used to be a weekly expedition. Mmmmmm....tacos.

But I'm going big for my free meal! Pork burrioto enchilada style with extra meat and a side of beans and rice with a large dr. pepper and those mints you get at the cash register, here I come!

But I think I will wait for someone to join me first. Or I will wait to join someone. Megan and Amanda are moving in on the...17th I think. If I don't go before then (which will be a grand exercise of self-control. My mouth is watering right now...I bet flowers could grow in it. Or they would drown because they are being over-watered. Is that even a word? Is now.

Some day, I will bring my children to Cafe Rio. And I will witness the greatest moment in the history of their mouths.

Perfection

My mom is the perfect mom for me.

She follows the trail of stuff I leave laying around to remind me to pick up after myself. Isn't she kind?

She swats the back of my head in attempt to shake out the little person in my ear who whispers to taste-test whatever she's cooking. That's really nice of her, because that little person is very convincing. I'm very glad she smacks him out of my head.

She tells me to join online dating sites so that I can meet guys. She's so concerned for me, right? How else would I give her grandbabies if I didn't meet a man? I tell you what, she's looking out for me left and right.

And she drives down to Utah a lot to see me. Well, maybe not to specifically see me, but I do visit her when she is down here. I'm so happy she lets me see her when she is around.

And it is her birthday today! Happy Birthday, Mom! Thanks for teaching me the importance of honesty, friends, and family. Thanks for helping me get my life ready to live. Thanks for dealing with my forgetfulness. But I did not forget your birthday! I love you.