Second Chances (and coincidentally, my first post as a nineteen year old)

No one has been nagging or I guess, reminding me to update my blog at all. Right. Anyway, I figure now is as good a time as any to inform you all of an extra-special friend I have that will be picking me up from the airport. We dated before, and we're on the "second try." I think it's only fair to give everyone a second chance. Anyway, I like him, obviously, so you should all give him a chance and get to know him. If this sounds cryptic at all, it's okay, because all will be explained when I get back on Thursday! Hurray! I'm nineteen! I'm going to be going through my second year of college! That's scary! Anyway, so Ryan (sorry, I couldn't think of a great pseudonym)and I have been communicating, rather well I might add, over the summer, and I have realized how much he has begun to mean to me, and this has been good, because we've been able to get to know eachother a lot better than I would've back at school, especially since I kind of made the decision to not date him so much, as most of you might know. So here's to second chances.

I took Dancing Queen to seminary today, and am actually sitting in my car typing this. This is the first time I have been able to get internet on this baby for months. It's so great. I'm leeching off some unsuspecting unsecured network. It's great! I'm not too tired yet, but since I'm doing this today and tomorrow, this may very well catch up to me, pretty fast. Makes me glad that I'm done with high school.

Thanks everyone for the occasional phone call and time online, I appreciate it, especially since you are all great and fantastic people. I love having family nearby, it makes life very much more pleasanter. Yup.

So, the moral of the story is, never say never, be open to new relationships, take time for family, and of course, always make good choices!

One Week Til My Birthday!

I've got a job. I've got a job. I've got a job hey hey hey hey. From the movie "The Little Rascals" in case ya'll were curious.

The job is as a prep cook for a week at the Chicago Mariott. I get $10 an hour (whoo hoo!) and it's from 8-4:30. However, I will be working on my birthday, and the fam will be out of town in old Nauvoo. Yea! I get the house all to myself! Maybe I'll eat out while they're gone. I haven't done that for a while. And I owe this job all to my loving and wish that I would get a job mother. She knows someone who works at a temp agency, and so the job was pretty much mine. All the paperwork is done and I am going to start Monday. Party! Or not. We shall see what I do with my time.

Una Tontaria, remember when we went to Tacano's when your brother and your parents were in Utah? I filled out the birthday thing, but since it's for the month of August, and I won't be there any of August, I was curious if you would like me to send it to you so that you guys could use it. If not, perhaps Compulsive Indecision or other blog readers would enjoy it. I would use it if I were there, but since I am not, then, I might as well make others happy.

That is all.

Laundry Systems

Dancing Queen has the most fascinating way to store her laundry. Her clean clothes end up in a laundry basket in the basement, where she goes down to get her clothes from there every day. And then she throws her dirty clothes in a corner in her room, defeating the purpose of the laundry basket. Interesting.

My system is to do the laundry, then hang up the shirts that I don't want to shrink on hangers to air dry. Then my clean clothes end up back in the drawers and my dirty ones in the hamper where they belong. Does that make sense to anyone or not? So, I guess to each his own system.