Just one more thing. Or seven.

Lately I've been...

Reading The Chosen. I'm about to meet Danny's father...

Wearing boots. I like wearing boots, I decided.

Loving chocolate chip cookies. The ones with the large chocolate chips. Ohhh.

Drowning in schoolwork.

Listening to Pink Floyd. And I'm comfortably numb.

Backpacking. Camping on the top of Maple is extraordinary. Yes, extraordinary. Except for the part where we almost fell off a cliff. That part, not so good.

Thinking about marriage. And that it and I don't want to be friends for a long time.

Think #1

Reasons why I want (more than anything) to be a mountainwoman:

1. Spring water tastes so much better than water choked up by the city

2. At night the stars just multiply and multiply until there are so many you are mesmerized by the sight

3. The air is easier to breathe, it calms and frees

4. What used to matter doesn't matter

5. There are no people to judge or to stress or to be angry or fight

6. I would smell like campfire all the time

7. There is no time table, nothing to rush

8. There would be no mirrors or phones or televisions

And plus, food always tastes better when cooked over a fire.

Someday...

Catwoman is a Moron.

If I could choose my superpower, I'd definitely choose to have super jumping powers. That way I could jump across the world in one hop. And, when its late and I don't want to drive home, it would only take one bounce and bam! I'd be home. And when I want hami from the hami melon stand, I could jump right on over to Central Market in Houston, no sweat. It would be like I could transport myself, but with the joy of jumping through the air. No missing out on the scenery.

Today my friend Morgan asked, "Are you one of those people who lives for the weekend?"

Although I initially almost answered yes, I thought about it for a second and realized that I don't. Not that I don't love the weekends, cause I do. It gives me a chance to catch a breath, maybe pick up the mess that has built all week. But you know, I think I'd miss half the fun if I only waited for the weekends to enjoy myself... its the listening to Bob Marley on the way to class, or being up every morning to see the sun hit the top of Mount Timpanogos, laughing at work, calling my sister, or being so excited all day to go home and eat a strawberry, its those things that I love, and whether they happen on the weekend or not, it doesn't really matter. So no, I don't live for the weekend. I'm living for now!

What about you?

Just a Turquoise Garage Door

"Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left."

--Hubert Humphrey

Rice crispies really do snap, crackle, and pop!

Have you ever read PostSecret, by Frank Warren? 

Its fascinating. It is these anonymous postcards from people telling their secrets. Its crazy, people send in things that no one in the world knows, and this guy puts them together into books. They really makes you think. The first time I looked at the book I though about how we have no idea what people are going through. I heard a statement sometime, somewhere and it said, "Everyone has at least one secret that would break your heart. I think if everyone realized this there would be a little more kindness and compassion in the world." Isn't that true? We really have no clue what people have been through or are going through. My goal for today? Stop judging. 

What's your secret?!

One for the Money, Two for the Show

People say that they always have these great ideas while in the shower. Shower thoughts, they call them. Like Kramer on Seinfeld, for example, he thinks that everything is better in the shower. He even cooks in the shower. But what about those of us who don't like to shower? What do we do?