I love...

1) matt.
2) days when it is so rainy, new lakes form in neighborhood parks.
3) soup & salad from Olive Garden.
4) scarves.
5) bit-o-honey.
6) candles.
7) blankets.
8) disneyland.
9) t.c. eggington's brunchery.
10) clean sheets.
11) the number eleven.

week of all weeks...

For those of you who know me well, you know that I am a lover of rain. I can never ever ever get enough of it. It is so beautiful and cozy and offers something so spiritual to my soul. It's almost like God is just wiping out all of the dirt and muck and mire of my soul and cleaning it brand new. Well this week we have had a record amount of rain in az. it has been absolutely beautiful. and I am going to olive garden to have soup and salad with momma to celebrate this beautiful weather.

Nightmares...

I am sitting at home right now, watching one of my guilty pleasures (one of many) Say Yes To The Dress, and fantasizing about when it will be my turn. My turn to walk in to a shop for the first time and try on a beautiful white wedding dress...for a long time I didn't think that day would ever happen for me. (For a lot of the reasons I made my 2010 resolutions) But I have patience. And belief that my day will come...
which reminds me...
I have been having some of the strangest dreams/nightmares lately...
I have been dreaming that Matt is proposing and the first dream, a delivery man drops me off a box in my room, has me sign for it, and leaves...I open the box and it's a ring...an ugly ring...and he is nowhere to be found.
my most recent of dreams, he proposed with a quartz looking cloudy diamond...let me explain...
we have family cabin in payson with a dried out river bed. We oft go searching for treasures in this river bed (mostly with the little girls who LOVE looking for 'diamonds' as they call them) and return with dozens of little pieces of quartz that are usually, honestly, very pretty...but not for an engagement ring (wink wink)
back to the dream...
not only was it quartz, but I turned it over and looked at the diamond from the bottom and it was black. and it was a tiny band. I'm Italian and have been blessed with Italian, Noni hands. They are large. I need a big band. This ring was, let's just say, less than thrilling.

I have been warned from my friends in my program that these dreams would only continue and may even get worse (as a wedding ensues)

anyway...just reminded of my nightmares...:)

It's a New Year

Well, the hype of 2010 has settled, the confetti has fallen, so I will now begin making my list of resolutions for this great new year. I figured if I made a list January 1 it would be based on emotion and all of these great high expectations that leave me feeling unsettled and disappointed. So here they are folks...in no certain order

1. memorize scripture - my plan for this is to write out note cards and take them on my weekly commute from arizona to california.

2. love myself more - i have no plan for this yet...just cease to believe what hollywood says, as sara bareilles says, "The situation's always the same You got your wolves in their clothes whispering Hollywood's name Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it's not me"

3. do not worry - i will listen to the sermon from mars hill on not worrying (as much as needed until i believe it)

4. believe in myself - i tend to become overwhelmed easily, which causes me to doubt myself. this year i will have confidence in myself.

I decided I did not want to make any resolutions that would do anything but uplift and encourage me. If I fail, I will not chastise myself, but rather seek God's face.

What are some of your resolutions?

LOST

I know I'm catching on a little late, but I just became obsessed with LOST (during the last month of my semester...you know, right before all of my major papers were due?). Matt and I watched 2 seasons in 3 weeks. Netflix allows you to watch each season online immediately but Kaylyn was so gracious to lend us Season 3 on DVD and now it's up on the big screen...much scarier. I am only on episode 1 so DON'T RUIN IT. I just met Juliette, and saw their view of the plane crash. So brilliant.

I love...

1) ginger ale on airplanes.
2) a clean car.
3) pistachios.
4) rubbing my face when i don't have makeup on.
5) post secret.
6) date nights.
7) boots.
8) looking at christmas lights while drinking hot cocoa.
9) my mom's homemade pizza.
10) journaling.
11) netflix.

I will never be nice on an airplane...

I can't be nice on airplanes.
I get conversation claustrophobia...in case you don't know what that is, it is real. I have it. If I don't know you, and we are contained in a vessel flying thousands of feet above the air and I have to turn my head to talk to you so I can't see outside (I always sit nearest the window) I just get queezy and absolutely crazy.
Last night, during my weekly flight to California, I felt so sad for the girl two rows in front of me. She had clearly just been through a very long day as she was the last one to run on the plane with flushed cheeks and luggage strewn about. It gets worse. She gets seated next to this man in the aisle row catty (kitty? cadie?) corner behind her. Not only did he talk to her the entire flight (which was only 56 minutes, but still...) but she had to turn nearly backwards just to listen to this man who chatted her ear off...
So if you get seated next to me on an airplane and I don't know you....sorry. I will be the girl next to you completely silent, avoiding eye contact lest you attempt to start random, unnecessary conversation. It's not you. It's me.