There in lies happiness

I realized that it truly is the simple things that make life the greatest. I love to help people. It simple its fun and it leaves you with warm fuzzies. You know your life is good when you get home from helping a friend at midnight and you can make warm delicious cookies to eat before bed. I don't know why cookies taste better in the middle of the night, but I'm thinking it has something to do with the fact that the whole house is quiet and it's just my little secret... eating 3 cookies and a glass of milk before bed, there in lies happiness.

Baby hungry...? Really?

So I can't figure out why I'm baby hungry all of a sudden, but I am. All my life I've felt like I've had babies around. Ever since I can remember at least. Seriously. I was seven when Moriya was born, and I had just barely stopped being a baby at that point. By the time she was three, Lia was born and she was always around to hold. Then one short year later my niece Ally was born, so then there were two babies to hold. Around this time I starting babysitting like nobodies business and then there were dozens of babies to hold. By the time the babysitting business slowed down, my nephew Brad was born and then he was the baby for a few years. An since then, about four years ago, it's been a dry spell. And then Scotty(photo) was born eight months ago, but I just don't see enough of her to be satisfied. (However, little insertion here... she is the cutest baby girl. You just can't go wrong with those Bradly genes.) And all this was realized as I was at a friends house whose parents we're watching their oldest daughters kids while they were on vacation. Looking at the adorable one year old little girl I realized that I was baby hungry. I mean, I don't know if I really "want" my own kids right now or anything like that, but seriously I just need to hold one more often. I think they are precious. Don't get me wrong, I am super excited to have my own kids, but now isn't really the right time, me being not married and all... not that I'm ready to have kids anyway, let alone be married... seriously I still act like I'm five. Now I've gone off and mixed up my words completely. In the meantime I suppose I'll just have to stay content snuggling with Charlie, who as cute as he is, just doesn't count.

Accept or Decline

I got home late this evening, and by late I mean early in the morning, from Sica's house with the strong urge to check my email. I've checked it more often than I usually do the past few days hoping for an email from a certain person.... coughelysecough, but sadly there was no email from them. However, possibly even more exciting there was an email from EFY titled Accept/Decline. I am happy to announce that I did in fact get offered a position as an EFY counselor for the first week in June at BYU! I readily accepted and am now eagerly awaiting for more information. I'm still in complete awe of the fact that they offered me a position.

 I sat in my interview with eight other girls who, I felt, out shined me in all aspects. Some we're more out going, others we're over my head intellectually and spiritually, not to mention I was the youngest applicant out of the nine. I'm still having a hard time wrapping my mind around it. Not that it was ever a competition or anything, I just didn't think I'd have a chance. Every time I think about it I have to hold back a squeal of excitement... which is followed by a wave of nervousness and nausea. Don't get me wrong, I really am excited, I'm just uneasy about being a counselor for 15 young girls for an activity I've never been to in a place I'm completely unfamiliar with.  I think that I'll be more anxious than any of the girls there, and after going through the training manuel a little bit, I don't think nervous and shy are really an option for the counselor. The feeling of complete inadequacy is starting to seep in too, cracking my already delicately thin shelled ego. Faith and trust are going to have to take me a long way on this one, because the confidence is seriously lacking. 

So where is the excitement coming from you ask? Because, despite all my fears of being the worst counselor ever, it is an experience that few get and that I've grown to want incredibly bad over the past six months. After they asked for my w2 and i9 form, I think I would have been more than a little crushed had they not offered me a position. All apprehensions set aside, I'm really really excited and eager to actually do it.

Swimming and French Fries

Here's my awesome membership... don't I look so enthusiastic? 

There was some leftover magic from the past few days that was sprinkled over today. I slept in till after noon, which is unheard of. I went to work for an hour and then I went and bought a one month membership at Holladay Lions and spent an hour and a half swimming laps. It felt so good to get some exercise and I forgot how much I love to swim laps. I'm sure I look like a dork because I have no idea how to swim strokes 'properly' but I enjoyed myself none the less. Most of the lane swimmers looked pretty legit and I felt a little out of place, but for I didn't really care what I looked like. I do however need to get some goggles, I think that would make the breast stroke a little bit easier. My arms  are seriously sore today and I can't imagine how bad there gonna hurt tomorrow, but hopefully its a good hurt. I'm going to try to swim 4 times a week. I'll let you know if I can hack it.

After swimming I came home and made some delicious battered french fries in the oven. Now I know this sounds completely counter productive, but thats usually how my life goes. The fries were the most amazing fries I think I've ever had, bar none.

Just a plain old good day

I like to think that today is the day that I'm coming out of my rut. I woke up at 8:30 and realized there was no way I was going to make it to work on time. Without really thinking about it, only being half awake, I turned off my alarm and rolled over hoping to get back into that elusive dream that I can no longer remember. I woke up for the second time to the vibrating of my phone. A co-worker texted me at 11:00 asking where I was. Regretfully, I got out of bed already forgetting the good dream.

 I arrived at work at noon, exactly two hours late for work. I felt really guilty, but at the same time I don't think I've been late at all since I started working there again, so I tried to get over my guilt. Work flew by quicker than I would have imagined while enjoyed the lovely writing abilities of the talented Jane Austin between phone calls. 

By the time three o' clock rolled around I was out of the building and in a ray of sunshine. I drove home with my window down, having the sixty degree weather blow through my hair. I don't know why today felt so magical, but it did. A combination of sunshine, good weather, and an extra two hours of sleep made all the difference in the world. Cheers to many more good days.

Frustration

Today seemed like the longest day of my life. I can't figure out for the life of me why it sucked so bad. I slept in and then I went to work at three.  I thought I was going to be able to leave work a few hours early but then I ended up having to stay till close. Then I even had to stay ten minutes late. I was so desperate to get of work, that I practically ran to my car. On the way home I got stopped by every traffic light known to man, only increasing my irritation. Then my car started making funny noises and I have to wonder how much longer my poor little sentra is going to live. I arrived home hungry, tired, and more irritated than I can remember in recent past. Look what some stupid snow and traffic can do to a perfectly good day.