You Might Want to Re-Think That Man Crush

Sometimes it takes a good friend to help you see things in a different perspective, whether it be good or bad. Thank You Carol S. for spending your late night hours in hopes I won't make the biggest mistake of my life by planning a cross-country trek in search for Steven Tyler and the attempt for a Love Child. Thank You for also making me realize the importance of using facial cream daily so I can hopefully keep a somewhat youthful look as I age. Either way, those two hidden messages opened my eyes a bit.

You might want to re-think that old man crush Kara.
In my defense I have never found Steven Tyler attractive and was only trying to point out that my bed head looked similar to his everyday hair. However, wouldn't it be funny if this was a deciding factor for a future spouse or shall I say break-up.

**To truly appreciate this post you might need to go back and review...
"This is for you Hallie J." posted on 2-2-09

Hey, That's My Church Pew!

I find it interesting that when you walk into the Chapel on Sunday you find yourself entering in through the same door (whether it be on the left or right side of the Chapel), stroll down the same aisle and oddly enough sit in the same Church pew. What's not funny... How you feel when you accidentally walk in a little late or... extra family and friends of a ward member attend due to a blessing or farewell and you find yourself unhappily wandering back to the overflow and the "hard chair" section. What is funny... How you glare at the folks who are in your soft bench for the remainder of the meeting, after all that is your "assigned seat" (as if the Bishop made a chart) and just about every other Ward member is in their rightful spot. You also try to muster up the courage to roll up your program point it in their direction while screaming

"THAT'S MY CHURCH PEW!"
but decide not to because Hey, We're all Christians.
** I guess it's time to start sneaking out of Sunday School 30 minutes before just to place your Scriptures (seat savers) on "your pew" and then quietly sneak back into Sunday School hoping the ward members don't know your devious scheme (sad thing is... people really do that, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)

WHAT WAS I THINKING?

I miss the days when the Ice Cream Truck was exciting, I could get hugs and kisses and they would sit on my lap long enough for me to read them a book.

Now my days are filled with homework, fights, sports, oh yes... and a broken window in the neighbor's truck that 2 anonymous 11 year old boys failed to tell me about. (stupid me for thinking they could handle a BB-Gun) I always thought it would be easier as they got older.

That's what I get for Thinking.