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.