Today I marry my prince!

Updates

Tomorrow will be my last day with Tonero. We are taking him away, for good.
I will be taking my things out in the morning and bidding my last farewells.
I havent even been able to drive him the last week. He decided to croak on the way to Micky-Ds last friday. My little Brother had to push him off the road. Bummer! I am glad it wasnt me on my way to work though.

The wedding countdown is now FIVE days!!!
This weekend I will be marrying the love of my life! Wow, it seemed like time moved so slowly awhile ago, and then BAM five simple days left. Incredible.
I am so dang excited. I am so filled with gratitute as plans have come together and things have worked out. Its been tough. I had no idea getting married was going to be so time consuming :D

I love you McGee!!!

My little black Tonero, which is a 1990 Toyota Camry, is living his last days.
Like me, he doesnt like the bitter cold much and he has seen far too many Winters.

Current symptoms:
-Crack in glass (the cold is making it grow daily)
-he needs a prayer to start (sometimes two)
-overheats (yes, in the winter. plan crazy)
-heater doesnt work (pile on the sweaters folks)
-head.gaskets are practically blown
(I refill coolant every couple days)
-Idle speed is somewhere around 10mph
(this means he leaps when I take my foot off the brake)
-Alignment is now a sharp right.
(dont let go of the wheel or you may flip a U w/out meaning to)
-He died on my way to the Fiances house yesturday
(good thing I wasnt going to work)

I could go on, but its just too hard for me to admit that I dont have enough money to fix him. He legally belongs to my father, but I have been driving him for the past three years. We predict that he'll be in the dump before too soon...sad. sad. sad

I will miss you Tonero!! You have been so good to me for so long...

My life is in a place where time moves most curiously.
Sometimes it is not passing nearly fast enough and other times it simply FLIES.

I have recently been thinking about how strange it is that weddings take months to plan and they are overwith in one day. My reception has been quite stressful for us, especially for my sweet mother. She has been working full-time on this event the past few months. My fiance Christopher and I decided to go with an oriental theme. He went to Hong Kong on his mission, so he loves that stuff. And I have had loads of fun shopping for it.

TWENTY DAYS LEFT!!! Amazing. I am realizing that (without knowing it) I have been planning and preparing myself for this step my entire life. I never thought I would get married so young, so soon. Just look back to my January 3rd blog. I made it a goal to not get married yet :D

Christopher McGee is an amazing guy! It would only take someone as incredible as he, to sweep me off my feet :) I love him so much and I cant wait to marry him!

A simple guide to living with Gc

First- When you take ice from the ice tray, refill it before putting it back in the freezer.
Second- I dont mind if the toilet seat is up as long as its cleaned regularly.
Third- Put the pitcher back in the fridge when your done. And dont waste tap-water while waiting for it to get cold.
Fourth- Tuck me in at night and occasionally sing or kiss me to sleep.
Fifth- If you put the last roll of toilet paper on the holder let me know so I can buy some more before its gone.
Sixth- A closed door means I cant come in. A cracked door means I must knock first and and open door means feel free.
Seventh- Rinse your dishes. What takes fifteen seconds now will take fifteen minutes later.
Eighth- When going number two, flush every few minutes.
Ninth- Tell me you love me even when I have morning breath and messy hair.
Sixth- Water glasses can be used many times before they are dirty.
Seventh- Dont leave cupboard doors open; I dont like them knocking me out in the middle of the night when I am lurking around for a drink.
Eighth- Sneak up on me and kiss me on the back of the neck occasionally.
Ninth-If you discover the full garbage can, empty it rather than letting it pile up.
Tenth- Heat things up with me while I am making dinner ;)

....more to come soon......

Music Video

I LOVE YOU ALWAYS FOREVER

Press pause and be very very patient . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . then press Play

My LOVE for you is vast as the Ocean

When I was younger, and totally infatuated with my best friend of fourteen years, I asked him if I were brutally murdered, if he would avenge my death. He said no, he would just make sure the killer got the justice and the punishment he deserved. And then I, in my naivety, was foolishly upset with him for the rest of the day. He loved me, so I had imagined a romantic, brave or heroic answer, not the sensible one I had received. Later that evening he told me that if he, in anger, avenged my death by taking out the murderer, he would not be able to live with me in heaven :)

I simply LOVE to mow

I love to mow...you must think I lie
For not many folks enjoy it as much as I.
The warm sweat trickles down my skin
A sweet-looking tan from this I'll win.
I'm filled with pride as people through the fence
Ooo and Ahh and give me compliments.
The smell of fresh-cut grass fills my nose
As I struggle to wind up the looong hose.
When the hard work is through
I lay in the shade and kick off my shoes.
The dog next-door disturbs me as he barks
As non-existent mohawks line the tire marks.
When asked to mow....my brother will whine
But I simply love to mow.... I'll do it every time.

My Memorial Day with McGee

Last Tuesday

Feliz Cumpleaños!
AHORA SOY DIECINUEVE AÑOS VIEJO!!!

bp- is that the best way to say it?
Delhimi- what should I say instead?

Boyo, I love my job!

Shakespeare

"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow." -- From Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 185)

Taipei 101

THE WORLD'S TALLEST BUILDING = 20,040 inches

Blood or Beet?

1-4-7, 2-5-8

I got an A in Metal Sculpting.
I got a B in Psychology.
I don't know yet what I have in Politics.
He hasn't put in the grades yet....
At least that is what I am hoping.

I start my new job early tomorrow.
I will be at a Credit Union as a "Member Service Representative."
Training will last for fifteen days. After that I am deemed capable.
I am through with serving plain customers;
I've moved on to serving share-holding members.
I love challenges, I love learning new things. Bring it on!

SPACEMAN SPIFF

You know you like Calvin and Hobbes too much when...

Your duplicate makes duplicates.
You spend countless hours playing with a cardboard box.
You need a guardian angel to survive a trip down a hill.
There is more water on the floor than in the tub after a bath.
You run around the house wearing a cape.
You ask your stuffed animal to eat your worst enemy.
Whenever a crime is committed, you pretend you're a private eye named Tracer Bullet.
People are not surprised when you run naked in the yard.
You make snowman effigies of people you hate.
You constantly turn your lunch into gross things.
You tell your teacher your stuffed tiger ate your homework.
You try to collect fifty bugs in five minutes for your bug collection project that you were supposed to work on all month.
You bury your dad's wallet and call it buried treasure.
The monsters under your bed talk to you.
You discover old junk and call it fossils.
Your bike tries to kill you.
You wear a mask on the back of your head to prevent tiger attacks.
You constantly think you are a Jurassic dinosaur.
You think bats are bugs.
You can't add 3 and 4 without coming up with three billion gazillion.
You always bring something weird to Show and Tell.
You pretend that the snowman you built has come to life, made more snowmen, and is building an army that is out to get you!
Your dad reads "Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie" to you every night.
During school you try to escape by jumping out the window.
You take a picture of your toy tiger pouncing on you.
Your dad thinks you just threw your toy tiger up in the air.
You wake up at 4:30 AM on Christmas and Saturdays.
You play croquet, volleyball, and badminton at the same time and call it Calvinball.
You have to recite a poem about tigers to get into your treehouse.
A typical day is when your personal gravity reverses polarity, and then you grow so big that you fall off the planet.
You try to knock your dad's hat off with a snowball.
You spell ZQFMGB in Scrabble.
You think your parents are really bug-eyed aliens from Neptune.
You eat too many Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.
You tell your babysitter you're on a Big Mac diet.
For Valentine's Day, you send a girl hate mail and dead flowers.
You test the safeness in getting off a chair by dropping a shoe.
Every time you build character, your dad saves a couple hundred dollars.
You have a tiger greet you at high velocity when you get home.

Bit of Truth: I have some compulsive tendencies.

1. Cans in the pantry are right-side-up and have all their labels facing out. So does every Pepsi and bottle of Sobe at work. So might the drinks at Maverick if I’m really bored.

2. Skittles etc. If there are ten purple, eight yellow, nine red and four greens I will eat six of the purple, four of the yellows and five of the reds so that there will be a perfect four of each. Yet if there are twelve orange and eleven greens and three of the other colors I will eat all of the lesser colors and one of the orange so that I leave eleven of both orange and green.

3. You can often find me walking around the house with a plastic blue bowl full of Cheerios. However, there isn’t any milk in it. I eat one out at a time. And though it may appear like I am just eating ANY one at a time, I am not. I eat the “abnormals”, the different ones. Ex. The huge ones, the tiny ones, the skinny ones, the darker ones. And I eventually end up with a handful of PERFECT Cheerios in the bottom of my dusty bowl.

4. Peanut M&M’s. I am even strange enough to combine my tendencies. I do the skittle thing with M&M’s, and I eat the abnormals too. Some peanuts aren’t as perfectly shaped as the others. And if the little white M is missing or faded, that sad candy faces the same doom as its funny-looking cousins.

5. Bill-facing. In my wallet all the money is facing the same direction and they go from the twenties in the back down to the ones in the front. And none of them have folded corners. The till/drawer at work most certainly MUST be faced at all times. If it isn’t I will fix them immediately. Even though I have trained a dozen people to run the register and stressed the importance and the need to have the bills faced they still don’t do it. It really shouldn’t bug me, but it does. I do not get upset at them or anything like that; I will simply spend the time to face them.

NOTE: Being prevented from doing these things does not cause me anxiety. If someone offered me ten bucks to mess up the registers drawer and leave it that way, I would not have a panic attack. It would be very possible for me to not do any of these. The thought of having the drinks at Quiznos all facing backwards does not interfere with my other thoughts. Therefore I don’t have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

"OLIVE JUICE" -me

"Someday My Prince Will Come"

The day will come, when I am asked to be married. And when that day (which is far, far away in the future) comes I have decided that a regular proposal will not suit me. I decided long ago that no normal Joe would be my guy; no regular fellow will have my hand. It will take an extra special guy to sweep me off my feet. And because He will be so incredibly amazing, an equally amazing proposal will certainly be anticipated. “Will you marry me?” –Although totally romantic it is too ordinary and customary for me. I will not have an ordinary husband, so I do not want an ordinary proposal.

I have recently been very entertained by thinking up good ways for me to ask myself to marry me. I will share with you my favorite:

“Gc, I decided long ago that the Celestial Kingdom is my ultimate goal. I however, cannot get there alone. I need a righteous daughter of God to join me on this long, adventurous journey. I want someone that will make the rest of my life purely wonderful. I know that you are the only one who can do this for me. I now kneel before you to ask you to be that righteous spirit; to be that someone who makes life eternally joyous; to be my wife, and my Queen. In return, all I ask is for the chance to love you forever.”

Dang that is good, how could any girl refuse? I hope I’m really asked with something like that. It would sure make for a great story; especially because the guys are so incredibly nervous at the time of asking. To say those four words is hard enough for most guys, but memorizing an entire paragraph takes an extraordinary man. It would be a challenge and a difficult effort that would be treasured forever...

Erin Go Bragh!

May the light always find you on a dreary day, When you need to be home, may you find your way. May you always have courage to take a chance, And never find frogs in your underpants.
--Bob Curran

358

Tomorrow night I ran backwards a thousand miles through the sunny mountain roads near the dry ocean ceiling. I am running with invisible stains on their t-shirt because I ate corn off the cob while waiting for the lights to turn green. My wrists hurt from all the pounding pressure you take from them these future few yesterdays. My warm socks are changing blue from the fresh-cut grass as I run full speed though the waist-high asphalt. The blinding moon glares off the turtle cars as they zoom by on their driveways. A small yawn enters as I struggle to crawl throughout the moving vines which stick to my moist skin. Warm snow begins to drop from the heavy red clouds as the white vultures triangle above me in the ground. My sore soggy throat is parched from the deep hunger that is drowning my insides. My flaming muscles are on fire and the silent raging river isn’t working to put them out fast enough. A creamy chill walks up my back like a spider flying though the empty darkness. There is a white silhouette in the near distance leaving towards me. I turn around twice and freeze in the back of a three feet-short Hawaiian palm tree. It quickly holds a golden coconut out in the palm of its palmtree hands for me to take. Impatiently they wait many long seconds for me to unthaw and break the ice from my sorrow. I lean up and take it from the eager hairless mammal; I unscrew the top and put my lips to the fuzzy edge. Bitter honeywater sluggishly creeps into my mouth. Electricity sprints through every bone in my soul. It fills me without any use of what Brown did for me. Smothered memories smoke as they return from whence they left. A vision appears and a huge chocolate lemonade waterfall sits towering below me at hundred feet high. As I stare up at it I fell again into an empty oblivion. I have eventually decided to run backwards more often…perhaps again yesterday evening. However, next time I will try running downside up for TWO thousand miles....

Water-filled Henry Weinhard’s

Oh the Joy that fills my heart…
Upon seeing a bottle, my spirits take flight.
Imagining all that wonderfulness,
My mouth begins to water with anticipation.
Oh the sweet taste of delicious cream soda.
Smooth as it passes through my lips,
Refreshing as it caresses my thirst tongue.
Creamy Vanilly goodness.
Truly a drink for the Gods.

Then all of a sudden……WABAM!!!
Hatred begins to fill me completely,
Rapidly consuming all my joy,
Eating away at all my happiness,
Consuming all that I love about life.
I have been cruelly tricked.
Someone’s fool I have become.
They are watching from a distance…laughing
While I become angry, while I kick & shout.

I trusted. I was so purely excited.
A bottle brimming with deceit and lies.
The sincere genuine label hides the truth.
Faking authenticity and veracity
I am now learning that appearances lie
The fraud liquid sloshes about in mendacity.
My veins are flowing with mistrust
I do not want to be hurt anymore.
Pretenses will never again lure me into charades.

People are not always who we think they are.
Even after many years of friendship…
It might all be a lie. They may be one big deception.
Covered up with good intentions and love,
But eventually things are finally fully revealed
I have lost my faith in him.
I don’t know if I can ever trust him again.
He was just putting on a show, a second face.
It is all an illusion: He is not real. Not anymore.

Dreams

Dang I just love it when I wake up in the early morning after having a great, super memorable dream. I just love that feeling, the sensation. If it’s a good one I play it over and over in my mind all morning long. And sometimes I elaborate and recreate and cut pieces and add new bits. I have fun with this, its not like I purposely do it, but as I think about it, it becomes more real and becomes something I can feel and touch for a long time to come. Sometimes I write my dreams, that way I can capture the feelings, the mood, the conversation and the intense emotions I experience. I fill in gaps and complete story lines. I smooth out fuzzy places that make little sense and transform them into masterpieces worth remembering forever.

Emperor Constantine of Rome was the great warrior who brought Christianity to the Roman Empire. “Under God’s watch, we shall conquer and never fall!” He proclaimed wonderfully, standing atop… well, what you can now visit as the ruins of a once great nation… but the inspirational sentiment still moves the soul. He did much which eventually conrtubuted to the bringing forth of the true gospel to the world today. We are indebted to him and should be grateful for his noble efforts.

Random Ponderings:

Why do people call it an ATM machine, but they know it's really saying Automated Teller Machine Machine?

What does the T in T-Shirt mean?

Why do toasters always have a setting so high that it could burn the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

I'm hooked on a feeling...

Ooga Chakka Hooga Hooga Ooga Chakka Hooga Hooga Ooga Chakka Hooga Hooga Ooga Chakka

My Cocoon

Wrapped up all secure and warm.
Snug and safe; Protected from the world.
Life is so wonderful when I am sheltered in his arms.
The threatening whirlwinds of the world can’t reach me.
Strong Biceps and forearms envelop me.
Covered in the armor of God he wards off evil.
He is my shield, my defense against wickedness.
The world all around fades into bliss,
Completely separating us as we hold each other.
We are purely enclosed in a blanket of happiness.

I am certainly certain:

My Heavenly Father loves me.
I am one of His daughters.
I enjoy killing spiders.
The church is true!
I’m not good at holding grudges.
I don’t want to get married until I’m at least 21.
Mountain Dew looks like horse urine.
Toothbrushes have many uses.
Super-gluing your fingers together sucks.
Track is a mental sport.
All government is going to become corrupt.
Painting worn-out white shoes makes ‘em look new.
I don’t write poetry because it’s cute.
I will marry a Returned Missionary.
Liberals are pro-abortion.
I will not put up with people who are reckless with my heart.
R-rated movies are R for a good reason.
The alpine slide is exhilarating, but expensive.
Working at Quiznos has resulted in my gaining excessive weight.
I will get old and wrinkly LONG before I am ready.
Duct tape fixes everything…but hearts.
Flogging Molly is an Irish punk rock group.
I do not look good in a bikini.
My feet smell better than yours anyday.

My Turn

Adonis is a Greek God who makes the hearts of young girls flutter. He even taught me the philipino word for Beautiful. He called me Mugunda for a week before he told me what it ment.

Bryon “Adonis” texted me a few days ago. He was wondering if I'd like to hang out this Friday night. Amazingly enough I don’t have work this Friday night so I consented. However while at the institute with McGee I saw him. We had a nice chat and I got to tell him all about a new computer that I’ll be getting soon (he is a computer geek). He then told me the reason why he wanted to “hangout” this weekend….He has been planning for a week how to let me down easy.

“So. Gc. The reason I wanted to hang out with you was to tell you that I don’t think we would ever work out.”

Ouch! Burned. Singed. (Please understand that this is the first ever time I have been rejected and it hurts worse than I thought it would) At least he was nice about it. There are many worse ways to smear someone. He even told me that I was a good friend. Thanks bud that helps a lot! J/K. I could probably still be friends, but it is going to take awhile for me to come around. I just don’t understand. It’s not like there’s another girl is there?

I am not sure why but I have decided to include this tribute that I wrote a few months ago:

I love the simplicity of him. His pure honesty. His genuineness and his innocence. How lucky am I to be here right now. The cold outside bites, but I am here all cozy warm. I love this feeling- whatever it is I do not know, but I love it so. The comfort, the perfect-ness. The relaxed feeling I get when I am with him. I was once afraid to reach this point, but now that I am here I couldn’t be more happy. A huge leather LoveSac holds us while we hold each other. Our hands seem to melt so perfectly together, so naturally like I was meant to be lying here next to this sweetest sleeping man in all the world. His chest moves heavy and slowly. His breath warms my cheek. My hair tangles with his as his head rests on mine. My arm beneath his strong bicep, my other lies across his chest. My left hand lays peacefully interlocked with his strong, yet gentle one. My other on his elbow and his on mine.

I want to memorize this. This pose, his smell, this feeling, this moment. So simple, so sweet. Like warm chocolate oatmeal cookies. Like cool, fresh apple juice from a thick oct-tangular glass. I softly kiss his forehead. It’s my little secret, he will never know. I wish I could enter his thoughts as he lies here dreaming. The muscles in his hand shudder a bit as he sinks deeper into sleep. His breathing slows and becomes deeper. I am so comfy, so calm, like there isn’t a care in the world. But there are cares. He has work early tomorrow morning and I am robbing him. As I am laying here composing I am making his next day more tough. Yes he is sleeping now, but he needs to climb in bed and go to sleep for real. And I must return home. Though I haven’t any reason except his. I must not be jealous. No matter how much I like this moment, it must end. For him. Oh how I wish I didn’t have to wake him. He is so peaceful and cute lying here beside me, holding me so warm. I slowly move my right hand to his shoulder and softly stroke his chin. One last deep breath and he opens his eyes and smiles at me. With those big brown eyes of his that melt me to the core. We untangle and he takes my hand as we walk to my car. I give him a hug and linger, holding him a little longer. Goodnights, sleep wells and then I hop into my chilly car, awaiting the next time I can lie awake next to him all wrapped up in his arms….

R e L i v e d

My opportunity has come.
The chance that I thought I would never have.
My prayer of deep desires has been answered.
It has finally arrived

I dreamed of the day when you’d hold me close,
And look deeply into my eyes.
I longed for the warmth of your hand,
Your hands that fit so perfectly in mine.

I was honored to be there by you,
Breathing slowly, deep, and in sync.
I have long wondered how you felt
And now I am so happy to know

Not more than a year ago
I ached for the loss of your love
And now I’ve been given this gift,
This chance to love you once more

But time is growing short
Sand pouring through the glass
The ticks and tocks they sound so deep
Reminding me that things can’t last

You are not mine; Can never be.
But that is not what I wanted so badly.
I got what I needed. Gained what I wished for
The chance for love is all that I asked

I guess Love is like money
You can never have enough
No matter what I’ve been given
I still want more

God has made him Great

Mr. McGee
Date #2

Let me start out by saying that within the last year I made a rule for myself to not go to the temple/temple grounds with any date. Well, I already broke that rule….

On Tuesday after "Teachings of the Living Prophets" we were playing Ping-pong as usual when he asked me if I’d like to join him in doing baptisms for the dead. I said Sure. Though at first I regretted it, I no longer do.

It was really nice to go to the Jordan River Temple the next day on Wednesday. I have not been for far too long. After doing baptisms we headed the Café Rio, one of our mutual favorites. We both got burritos enchilada style. Mine was Chicken with pinto beans and his was beef with black beans. We both like the green medium sauce. The restaurant was packed so we drove to his house to eat. When we pulled up to his “house” I made the comment: “So, is it the biggest in the neighborhood or just the second?”

He then taught me some tricky moves with his Nunchaku Nunchucks. (Watch out folks I can now kick your butt with them.) He demonstrated with wooden ones, but only let me use foam-covered ones. –Good thing, because if not I’d be covered in bruises.

Some Stats:
His love for the martial arts began when he was really young
He is adopted along with his older brother
He’ll be turning 22 in March
He works out loads
His father was a Monk
He has traveled by cruise chip to many exotic places in the world including Paris
He is very refined, proper and simply amazing
As I said before He doesn’t seem to realize just how hot he really is :)

Mr. McGee

Date #One

Wow, talk about a spiritual high! This amazing fellow recently got home from his mission in Hong Kong. He is the hottest looking guy on earth but he is so humble that he hasnt a clue. Girls melt as he walks by without him realizing anything. We play ping-pong everyday after our institute class together and then we often eat somewhere. The unfortunate guy has been trying to get a date with me for a few weeks now but I have been too busy working.

So last Wednesday at ten o'clock we went out for a date. We played Speed, Chess and Poker at my house and then we went out to Panda Express for lunch. I smeared him at Speed, and then I stale-mated his king in Chess. He totally kicked my butt though at Poker. I have the worst Poker-face ever. (Dont worry folks there was no money involved) -Good thing too, I would have lost my piggy-bank :)

The Quiznos dishes get done twice as fast if I am listening to Swagger. My co-workers hate Flogging Molly. Therefore I listen to them as often as I can :)

Her words:

"The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success." -Rev. Anna Garlin Spencer

I always want what's out of reach

-Eve 6 said it and so must I.
I have been asked over and over again what I want to be when I grow up.

When I am asked this question I usually tell them I am not sure yet, that I am still considering my options or that I am simply undecided. But that isn’t completely true. I do know what I’d love doing for the rest of my life…it’s just too far out of reach.

What I want to be and/or do when I grow up:
(When that may be I do not know)

I want to travel. I want to go to Europe on a grand tour. Then I’ll go to Africa where I can build schoolhouses and read fairy tales to starving children. I want to be a nurse and a doctor. I want to heal people, especially kids. I will work in Primary Children’s Hospital for as long as I can before my heart breaks permanently. I want to be a chemist and a technician who creates new drugs to cure future cancers. I want to be an author. I want to write and publish all the great stories I will have when I grow up. I want to be a politician. I will do my best to turn things around. I’ll try to save the government from destroying itself and becoming corrupt. I want to paint and draw and create beautiful things that I can enjoy. I want to do abstract pieces most. I will be entertained when listening to people who try to understand what I was feeling at the time of creation. I want to be an architect. I want to design and help build my future mansion that I will call Home, Sweet home. I want to be a pilot. I want to fly an F-16 from one horizon to the other. I want to be a skydiving expert and be paid to throw myself out of a plane. I want to be an astronaut and go to the moon and the spaces beyond.

Holding Back Strikes

Mr. Retreat -His real name is Michael D. Keller
Date #2 -For some reason he is still interested in a third.
I guess dating a girl 8 yrs younger isnt that big of a deal for him.
Well forget the stats I gave you earlier. Half of them are wrong anyways. So I discovered tonight that he is actually 26 years old, which makes him eight years older than me. That is quite a bit too much for my comfort. Most guys that old are certainly looking to get married. So I decided that I am slowly going to back out now before I hurt anyone. I havent figured out how to do the backing-out part yet. suggestions anyone?
The poor fellow hasn’t bowled for years and I had to REALLY fake my skills in order to not smash his self-esteem. I purposely scored only 106. I hate holding back spares and strikes. I kept saying that my thumb was getting stuck and thats why I was "unlucky"
We watched Corpes Bride. This was my second time. The first was with Brown. And I’d like to say that I liked it much better the first time, and my date had a lot to do with it. The second time simply stank. It smelled like bad cheese or like wet dog. does that give you a clear picture of just how much fun we had this time?
How is it that on the first date I had a splendid time and the second date have almost the opposite?

My goals for 2006:

1. Run until I can no longer walk -my track coach taught me that
2. Beat my P.R.(personal record) in the 400 meter sprint
3. Lose volume(fat) and gain weight(muscle)
4. Pray at every meal (which means at least 5 times daily)
5. Save money by not buying things that I don't really need
6. Learn something new every single day and share that new knowledge with someone else
7. Take up a new hobby or activity this year I am thinking Tennis
8. Pass all my classes this semester with good grades
9. Get a new job that I can excel at. $$$$$$! here I come
10. Wake up when my alarms goes off. The first time.
11. Do laundry twice a week. Never let the pile of dirty laundry get so big that it causes me nightmares.
12. I am NOT getting married this year or the next! You can count on it.
Note: #12 is not a challenge...It 's a promise :) I swear