I love my labelmaker less than the gospel, but more than everything else.

If the fourth of July is on a weekend, does that mean that I would still get a three day weekend? if the answer is no, then I refuse to ever work for a living. People in the working world LIVE for three day weekends.

So this fourth was completely un-eventful, which is absolutely okay with me. Usually there are parades that need my attendance, several barbeques that need me there to eat, several pools and lakes that want me to enjoy their liquid love, and fireworks that I would much rather be setting off myself in Byron, WY with my extended family. Who are incredible people. and inspire me. to strive to be awesome. for them.

This fourth, most of our family friends were out of town, and we didn't plan anything, so I decided to treat it like an extra Saturday. I spent the day doing some much needed, though incredibly tardy, Spring cleaning/organizing. I'm kind of an anal organizer. Let's just say that among my prized possessions there is a blue label maker that really lights my fire.

later on I did take a dip in the pool with my parents, and my dad totally wore his pager and his phone in the water. It was funny. Because he kind of overreacted. but then he just started laughing. He's cool. But seriously who wears their phone and stuff on their trunks before they get into the pool? WEIRD.

Sometimes I feel frustrated with myself when I lose perspective and think about me too much. My ex boyfriend received the brunt of this latest episode. (sorry Cody I'm feeling much better now). While wallowing in my own misery, I found out that my dear dear friend, with whom I feel a stronger connection than we probably actually have, finally experienced what we knew was coming. His mother passed away. I can't even believe it. She was a young vivacious mom while we were growing up, and then suddenly while Ken was on his mission she got diagnosed with brain cancer. On mother's Day I went with a group of women to her home to sing her her favorite song and she looked completely different. She was so frail and nervous and she could barely stand, yet she got up to give each of us a hug. Incredible.

So while I'm wallowing in misery, I send Ken a text message about it, not even knowing that his mom had passed away the day before. Talk about perspective and being humbled. and embarrassed. and apologetic. and sad.

The other thing I was upset about I realize stems from a lack of being social, like, at all, here at home. So I finally gave in to a friend who keeps inviting me over. I'm a little nervous because i haven't really been around people in a social setting for so long, what if I'm awkward??? (like that would be a change right? haha.) Anyway I'm scared! I don't know how to act!! this is kind of a funny situation. But I'm sure it will be fine. All I really know is that the church is true. And I'm so grateful that Deborah Johnson is now pain free and in the company of our Heavenly Father. What a trial.

I'm going to go get a new cell phone plan with my mom (hopefully my number doesn't change, I hate that), the we're going to go to a paint your own pottery place, then probably go swimming, and then I'll get ready to go "hang out." What should I wear?? What do people do when they hang out?? I guess I'll find out and let you know.

Peace and love and all that good stuff.