Wednesday, February 16, 2011


"Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!" -Bambi

I was talking to my friend yesterday about being in love. Now, neither of us have ever been married, so we are both speaking from no experience. But I believe in being twitterpated. My friend was not so sure.

I hope that if I ever get the chance to be in love that I will be twitterpated. Butterflies in the tummy, thinking about him when he is not around, wanting to be together, the whole package. And I hope that he will be too. I know that this will not last forever, but I hope that it can be a part of my relationship.

I do not pretend to believe that marriage is easy. That love is easy. I believe it is hard. That it is hard work, probably some of the hardest parts of life. But I do believe that it is worth it. And really, that is all that matters.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

my life update

My ankle feels much better, thank you.

My mother left town again very last minute to go to Utah to help take care of my sister who just had ACL surgery.

Which leaves me again in charge of 2 dogs, a bunny and a hormonal 15-year-old, but this time, add to the mix a grumpy 54-year-old man who pesters me simply cuz he is bored and has nothing else to do but pester me.

So Izzy is back in my bed again.

I have to wake up every morning at 5am to make sure my sister gets up for early morning seminary. Please hold your 'my children wake up every day at 4am' comments. I am not married, I have no children and if I want to sleep in till noon, I will.

Izzy has a nightly pee break at 2am. Which works nicely with my nightly pee break at 2am except I do not have to go outside to piddle.

Also, Izzy has taken to sleeping with her head on my laptop which is in my bed at night. Weird. But to close to my head for comfort. Specifically cuz her stench wakes me up at night when she creeps to the top of my bed. She is sooo stinky. She is going to the groomer tomorrow. Thank goodness.

My mother comes home on Tuesday.