No Treat Month (tomorrow)

crap.........

Yes Treat Month (tomorrow)

So I don't know if i've mentioned it, but I was off treats from Halloween until Thanksgiving. (I think I over-mentioned it)
...Anyway, I did it because my mother told me I was eating too much candy and it really ticked me off that she noticed. So I was trying to prove to her that I wasn't dependant sugar. But anyway I did it. If you knew how much sugar i'd been eating before Halloween, you'd be more impressed than you are.

Well if you were wondering what the record for fully diving back into sweets is.....I did it in about a minute.... so I think I beat whatever it was previously. I tell you I have eaten more treats (eg. pie, cookies, candy......I can't believe i'm giving examples of treats. you're not idiots) since Thanksgiving than I ever thought was possible. Kinda thought i'd be able to control myself after being used to nothing for a month. No sir. I've proven to myself I can only do one extreme or the other. But see, I decided it all evens out.

So here is the plan........ I figure if, for the rest of my life, I just go a month without them and a month with them I should equal the moderate sugar eater. Here is where I need assistance. All I need is someone to tell me i'm eating too much sugar, near the end of the treat month,  to slightly offend me to keep me motivated. You can take turns. I don't care how you decide to divide it out.

December is yes treat month
January is no treat month
February is yes treat month
March is no treat month
etc

Thanks for your cooperation. Happy Holidays! Best time of the year. Tis the season. Bring me some holiday candies.

Apparently I decided to color code the holidays/months.

Jane be Jane on LORITAB

This is from about 4 months ago... I just barely figured out how to get it from my phone to my computer. Judge it up.
Too bad this kid doesn't get her wisdom teeth out more often. Get ready...... This is funny.

I have another video where she gives away HP7.5 entirely, but I decided not to post that one just in case anyone has yet to see it. You're welcome.

Anyway, its all extremely real. She was a wreck. 

Our family watching this movie the night before didn't make her feel good about the drugs.

Good thing BJ doesn't have a Christmas CD

Much like my friend Juneyb, i'm loving Billy Joel right now. Actually because of her, he's all i've been listening to. Which consequently, has got me thinking about Larry... which has got me missing high school choir. Simple times. Anyway, typically I am eating up Christmas music about this time of year. Maybe its a good thing i'm not...apparently it is kind of controversial. Sorry to those i've offended. Thanksgiving is a good holiday. Gratitude is nice. I'm grateful for a lot of things. 

Including Christmas and music. And Christmas music.  

Call Me Abe

Today I was reviewing some old posts on It's Me Bear, as i'm sure most of you do daily. While reading, I realized that some of them aren't entirely accurate anymore. I would like to do all things in my power to be completely honest to all of my many many many many readers.
So I am now going to revamp a few posts (in no particularly order):

1. I love water. I really do, but I can't say I am drinking quite this much anymore. I should probably start doing that again. You are correct, that wasn't that long ago. I don't keep goals very long.
2. I definitely have this professor again. And much to my dismay, he must have bought a whole new wardrobe over the summer. I mean we occasionally get to see the old articles, but for the most part, he's doing pretty well for himself in the clothing switching up business.
3. Our toaster is working just fine. But, I also don't eat as much toast as I used to. Yeah but I really think it's adequately toasting our bread. I was being dramatic. 
4. The more I've thought about it, i'm NOT looking forward to Halloween. Still hate it. I think I was confusing Halloween with fall. Because i've decided I LOVE fall. It was an optimistic day, October 3rd, but not very realistic. 
5. It's not even a question in my mind anymore, i'm not really an adult.
6. I have many more problems than this would suggest. 
7. Honey is real good, but it's not the new nutella. Come on! What was I saying? Nutella will always be the new nutella. 

Other than that, i'm pretty sure they're all current.  Just trying to be truthful here. 

P.S. I should probably clear this up.... but I didn't see it was fitting in the list because I never really "said" it.... I suppose it was implied though.
This picture....

was pretty posed if I recall... i'm not as good with children as it may appear. Although, none of them look blissfully happy, so maybe it's pretty on.

It's Wet Again

I rediscovered this song over the weekend.

I go through phases with Ben, like with most artists.

Coming out of a drought.

hate hate hate double hate loathe entirely

I think I say hate too loosely. 

• What on earth is this? I HATE her. But I like this. Maybe it's because of Tony, but she sounds surprisingly good.  
• I have always HATED ranch dressing. I've always made the biggest scene about it too. Well what the crap, i've been getting these little vegetable things at school and they have a little ranch dip and guess who has been dipping their carrots in it and enjoying it? 
• I HATE Halloween.  Always have. Wellllll, i'm actually kind of excited for it this year. What? The last few years have been much better than expected. Maybe it's not that bad of a holiday.  I get to watch Sweeney Todd, eat sugar cookies, and see some cute children dressed up.  
• I vividly remember in elementary school telling a little girl that I HATED Winnie the Pooh and that it was trashy, I think was the word I used. Goodness me, he is one sweet little bear. Recently watched a few episodes and its kind of great. Who doesn't like Pooh? Also the trailer for the movie looks charming and I want to see it. 
• Picnik is pretty stupid. Why does everyone use it? I think I HATE it. Oh wait.... maybe i'll use it to make a header. A boring header, but a header with the help of picnik. 

Either Way It's Alliteration

I get addicted to things really easily. I should probably never try drugs. This is also why I try my hardest to not start watching television series. 

We could look at this as a problem or we could look at this as me being easily satisfied... either way.

Potentially Problematic:

I have eaten a bowl of these... 

every night for the last week. I'm obsessed with them. The funny thing is, they're not THAT good. 

 I feel sick every night after I eat them, but I can't stop.

Simply Satisfied:

I listened to this...

probably 20 times today while driving. (No that's not an exaggeration, I drove a lot) I just kept pushing repeat. And every time I was just as excited to hear it.

I thrive/deteriorate on repetition...apparently.

Listen to James II

Listen to James

TMI

So I set a goal when school started. It wasn't an obvious beginning of school goal like:

  get a 4.0

  study X amount of hours a day
  be on time to class 

  form a study group

  read the chapter before class

  balance my time etc

  

Although those are all things I would kill to do this semester, the most attainable short term goal I could make for myself was to............drink more water.

You got it. That was my big goal.

Well guess what, I have completely attained that bad boy. Since August 22 (1st day of class) I have had approximately 5-6 water bottles a day. I grab it in the morning, and I drink and drink and drink. It helps that I have a huge water purifier right next to my desk at work, and that there are "water bottle filling stations" all over campus. Anyway I just am really into drinking water. 

Which poses a problem.

I ALWAYS have to go to the bathroom. Always. I go probably 3 times at work (5 hour span) and before and after class usually. Its getting out of hand. While sitting at work I consciously think to myself, 

"it looks like I just left, maybe I can hold it a little longer so its not noticeable that i'm going again." 

Sorry Brooklyn Foster, that you have to wait for me constantly. And hold my book/papers/food/WATER BOTTLE. 

Sorry to all if that was a little too much information...

Push Me Over, Its Easy.

For over a year now, my eyes have bothered me. Just your typical activities, playing a board game, looking at the computer, taking notes in class, driving etc, seem to give me a headache right behind my eyes. I've thought to myself,  "Well gee, that's probably not normal. I should probably get my eyes checked" for quite sometime. So finally, I went to the eye doctor this summer. Weird, as it turned out glasses are needed for the exact activities which caused my eyes pain. Who on earth would have known? (me, I had an inkling.)
About a week later, my dad, Jane and I, went to pick them out. I was way too indecisive but got it narrowed down to a few pairs and decided to bring back Paul and my mom, see what they thought.
A few days after that, the three of us went in.
Paul, unknowingly, told me that each of them were his favorite. Apparently he saw no difference. He left after about ten minutes.
So there we were, me my mom(T) and the eye glass lady(Shannon).
I had it narrowed down to two pairs, that looked pretty similar, when she pointed out that one of them fit my nose bridge a lot better. I didn't know what a nose bridge was exactly, but I knew I didn't want anything not fitting it. I became paranoid and "realized" that those weren't comfortable and they hurt my nose...on the bridge. But it helped make the decision. So fun, I had picked a pair of glasses.

But wait.

T: "Oh Sarah, did you see these ones?" (referring to a brownish greenish tannish pair)
Me: "Yeah those are out. I already eliminated those."
T: "You should just try them on."
I try them on.
T: " Ohhhh those are so great. Wow. You should get those. I would totally get those over the other ones."
Me: "What? Really? Me and Jane decided they didn't look great."
T: "Oh I think they're perfect. In fact now that I think about it those other ones are pretty trendy and black kind of make blonde hair look green." (that might be an exaggeration...but it was something to that effect)
Me: "What? Alright guess I can't get those now."
T: "No I mean you can, they look fine. But these... oh boy, these look great."
Me: "Really? I don't love them."
Shannon: "I totally agree. Those look great on you. I'd get those too. They look way better with your hair color and everything."
T: " Well do what you want. You can get either one."
Me: nothing
T: "Man I can't get over how great those look. Also she's a professional, she might know what looks good."
Ten minutes later.
Me: "Fine."

So. I got the ones I didn't want.  I'm a push over, OR i'm oblivious to eye fashion.
For the record i'm not bitter towards my mom. She was just trying to get me to make a decision. Otherwise we would have been there for a few more hours, because I can't decide anything. Ever. So she was probably just being realistic.
Anyway now that school has started and i've realized that I pretty well need to wear them all the time...in class to see the board, and at work to see the computer screen... i'm wondering if I should have gotten a pair I liked. Because really, i'm still not sold on them. And now they're quite apart of the wardrobe.
Also sometimes I don't even know if they help or not, because my eyes still hurt 85% of the time.
Soooo perhaps the inkling wasn't right after all. I'm just going to be one of those girls with a headache most of my life. Which according to Paul, is every girl.
But the moral of all of this is, I need to become less of a push over and make decisions better.

three in a week...

thank you a. child for getting me started.

Bunking Cousins

Maeby: I don't get it. Why do we have to change rooms?

Lindsay: Cousins of the opposite gender shouldn't be sharing a room.

George Michael: But that's just the point. I mean, we're cousins. You know, gender has nothing to do with it. Cousins can bunk together. That's why they call it "bunking cousins."

Lindsay: They call it "kissing cousins."

George Michael: We're not kissing. That's the point.

These are most of my sweet little cousins we just spent a week with in Lake Tahoe. 

I love them more than George Michael loves Maeby.

 photos courtesy of juneyb

Patience Iago Patience

It's really rough but...
I've got to get through three hours of the singles ward today. Good luck to me.  

Desire for Dairy > Desire for Clear Skin

The other day Jane came into my room after a face/skin/acne appointment and informed me that our dairy intake is most likely causing a lot of our pimple problems.

I drink a lot of milk.
I have a lot of zits.

Guess what I just did? Popped a big old white head and drank a glass of milk. I guess the information didn't really sink in. And I'm not sure it ever will. I love milk too much.

No Biggie.

Saw my pal Sondre this past week. Finally get to cross him off the top 5 must see artists. 

I did agree with this a bit, but defintely worth seeing. And possibly the best was.... we totally met him! Sure he was a little tired and a little sweaty, but he was great. Super nice and charming guy.

You'll notice his arm is around me. He also called me by name... my mom told him my name, but he did say it. So. We're buddies. 

For sure my favorite song of the night. Although I wish I had the version he did for us, it was better, but whatever. 

a person who is fully grow or developed is what?

Yesterday while I was on a run, (walk with an occasional jog spurt) I saw ahead of me two little, adorable, freckle faced boys standing by their bikes. As I passed them they asked if I'd come help them get a rope out of a bike wheel they'd somehow managed to get caught. I went over and tried to help. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how the rope even got in there, let alone how to get the rope out. Then one of them looked up at me and said, "should we go find an adult now?" I ignored him. I was determined to get the stupid rope out. Then after a few more minutes he tapped me on the shoulder and again said, "hey shouldn't we go find an adult?" I agreed and helped them walk the bike back to their house.  While I was walking away I thought to myself... (in this order)

a) how old do I look? 

b) did they think their mom was going to miraculously get the rope out? because I'm pretty sure I'm not an idiot, and it was going to have to be cut out. 

c) am I an idiot and would an "adult" be able to get it out?

d) should I feel bad they didn't consider me an adult?

e) I dont think I am an adult.  

Anyway i'm not entirely sure how to take this. I can't decide whether to be offended or flattered. I also can't decide what the definition of an adult is. Is there one? If there is one, and it's true that i'm not, I either need to embrace the fact that i'm not or I need to grow up. Or perhaps I shouldn't let a seven year old impact me so much.  I think as a kid I had an idea about what an adult was, and I was pretty off. Maybe a kids explanation of an adult isn't something I should take seriously. Or maybe I just look super young. None of this is making much sense.

So lets just turn to..... Modern Family. The episode when Alex says that if acting like an adult is acting like someone in her family, then it can't be that hard. Which I would love to put......here.......  but it doesn't appear to be on youtube. But I did manage to find every possible interview with the cast while looking.  Fun stuff. It turns out that Phil/Ty is even greater in real life. Is he an adult? Anyway, If we take the teachings of that show seriously, no one is ever an adult. So. Maybe i'm good. But thats a TV show, so maybe I should figure it out.

3rd fav holiday

love love love memorial day & my parents & my grandparents & my siblings.

                                    

This is a VERY big deal

This is Annie, our VERY coddled dog.

This is also a VERY big day for me. I'm about to do something VERY big. 

So back in '07, our family got Annie because Jane wrote a paper entitled "A Plea for a Puppy."  

Somehow, my parents gave in. Weird, they never give into Jane. 

Anyway....I HATED Annie. I hated her. I don't think anyone has hated getting a family pet as much as I did. I couldn't even look at her. 

I'm still trying to decide if it is because I was semi scared of her, or that we got her because of Jane, or because we didn't name her Sammy like I wanted to (dog on Parent Trap), or I just didn't like the idea of us having a pet. Whatever the way, I really disliked her. 

The key to all of this, is that its in past tense. I used to hate her. I don't anymore. 

And that is the VERY big thing. 

I'm publically admitting that I like Annie. I do.

Heck, I walk her almost daily. 

I even touch her willingly. And apparently she makes me look kind of drunk.

 I came around. Sue me.

twenty one

 good birthday.

Summer in Present Participles

Finals end. INGs start.

Reading. Learning to like sports---->then Participating in sports. Walking. Hiking. Taking more pictures. Cooking. Attending cultural events. Enjoying concerts. Being outside. Traveling. Cutting out sugar during the week. Organizing. Cleaning. Working. Psyching myself up for fall semester. Not remembering spring semester. Swimming. Spending time with great people. Watching movies.
Just having a good time.

Vocabulary Enhancement

Words I say too much:
Great
used in a sentence: "You're great." "That's great." "That sounds great." etc.
Fun
used in a sentence: "You're fun." "Fun." "That should be fun." etc.
Heck
used in a sentence: "Well heck, that would be great." "Why the heck would I do that?" "Who the heck is that?" etc.
Also
used in a sentence: "Also, you're great." "Also, I want to do ____." "Lets do that. Also, lets ____."etc.

New suggestions for myself:
Great
Enjoyable. Delightful. Excellent. Marvelous. Wonderful. Splendid. Fabulous. Super. Killer. Hunky-dory. Brilliant. Terrific.
Fun
Entertaining. Amusing.  Interesting. Cheerful. High spirits. Pleasure/Pleasurable. Good time.
Heck
Gosh. Goodness. (Why) on earth, (What) in the world, (Who) in their right mind.
Also
As well. In addition to. Furthermore. Moreover. On top of that. What's more. Likewise.

I'm open to other suggestions, and/or words I should discontinue.

Merry Easter, You Wonderful Old Building and Loan!

Questions about the weekend? Let me answer them for you.

What happened?I was driving to Richfield with Paul and Jane, and it was really late (12:24 a.m.) and I got pulled over.
Why did you do that? I was extremely tired. I was extremely disoriented and for some reason I thought I was on the main road, when in fact it was a residential road where the speed limit is substantially lower. I may have completely lost my mind. I also might not be as confident of a navigator as I thought.
How much is the ticket? Well I was going 12 miles over the speed limit. So according to Sevier County--------> $115
How did you react? First I thought, ah heck whats another ticket, and was laughing it up with the sibs. Kind of funny. THEN I realized how much money that is and that I don't have it. THEN I realized that I felt really stupid about it. THEN I got a little upset.


THEN

Ok enough of the questions. I'll just tell you what happened after that. My family, my family happened. So I haven't had the worlds greatest car luck in the last year, and this whole thing just topped the cake for me. So I was upset about it. And my family being the great people they are...they knew I was upset. And they know i'm not rolling in it. So lets just say that between my Grandpa, Paul, and my parents... I got over $115. They all chipped in. Just because they're great and wanted to help.  Pity? Maybe. Anyway, I felt just like George Bailey. Now, i'm not saying i'm a real great person like George, who deserved any of it. No sir. But I do think I felt the same as he did, to a much smaller degree. And i'm just grateful for my family, and them knowing how to help. Not even knowing how to literally help me and give me money, although I am extremely grateful for the money, heck it's money. But they just know in every area of my confused little life, what I need. I'm glad I have such a great family. I'm glad that they like me enough to not let me go completely insane. I'm glad I have such great people in my life generally, people are great. And i'm glad, that for one small second, I felt I was in the same grouping as George Bailey. Also I know this clip is super long, and it's only a small segment of it that he is actually getting the money, but I HAD to put the whole thing. Perhaps the greatest movie scene of all time. Happy Holidays.

I've Got a Problem

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I Lied. I have ten.

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Problem one: This ice cream maker we got for Christmas, i'm obsessed with the ice cream it produces. I canNOT show any tiny bit of self control when we make ice cream. Or the next day when it is in the freezer, like today for example. Its disgusting. Me, not the ice cream.

Problem two: I actually should have tacked it on to one, because it includes ice cream. I'm obsessed with dairy. I just want to eat cheese and drink milk all the day long, and I don't think thats healthy.

Problem three: Also having to do with food, and really contradicting problem two. (contradicting may or may not have been the right word) I'm also obsessed with carbs. So I guess dairy isn't the ONLY thing I want to eat. I also want to eat, bread, bagles, crackers, granola bars, goldfish, etc.. ya know. 

Problem four: I should be writing a paper on the The Effects of Socioeconomic Status on Language Development right now, but i'm not. 

Problem five: Also dealing with schooling neglect, I should be going over slides/notes and studying as to finish off the semester...with a bang. (a bang that can hopefully salvage a few grades) But i'm not.

Problem six: I am tired always.

Problem seven: I wouldn't really consider it a problem, but society would. I DIDN'T just skip an Osmond's Christmas song that came on. Ooooops. Oh and another one just came on. Oooops. I forgot to skip that too.

Problem eight: $. (see picture to understand) 

Problem nine: I'm not organized anymore. I would like to blame it on me not having a place to put my things, but I don't think thats entirely it. I think i'm just not as organized as I used to be. I used to claim that as one of my top qualities.

Problem ten: Obviously I don't understand how to place pictures on blogger, its ticking me off. So yes, I realize those pictures are all skewed, but i'm sick of messing with them. Actually, lets say that I did that on purpose to show how I'm all flustered with my problems. Thats better. So really, I only have nine problems. 

Well, there we go. The good news is there are solutions to all of these problems. So I should be fine. 

Amelia Bedelia, she'll grow on you!

So I read this book to a little girl, whose name was in fact Amelia, about 25 times this weekend. 

It's dang funny. I remember thinking Amelia Bedelia was entertaining when I was a kid. But I somehow think that the picture books that are written about the young Amelia, (I think there are only a few, but i'm no Amelia Bedelia expert) are even more funny. Maybe because it's so humorous a little girl would be so literal and smart? Or maybe I just need to read the other ones again?

But anyway, the point is, I was laughing out loud. Its clever. Read it. 

Also, I think I like the idea of naming my kids after book characters. Like Amelia perhaps? 

eh, I've got nothing for a title.

Sure, I like to be happy. Everyone loves to be happy. Nothing better than being surprised.  Who can beat the feeling of relief? Or excited...ness? These are all great. But actually I would also put, up there in my top rankings of moods, melancholy. It may even be in my top two, after happy.

Now if we thesaurus the word melancholy (I feel like i'm giving a talk) we read, (even more so) its synonyms are: sorrowful, forlorn, depressed, miserable, gloomy, woeful etc.
Sooooo yeah, apparently I enjoy being depressed? Either my definition of that word is a little twisted, or the previous statement is true. There are few things I like more than listening to sad classical or movie music, (ie J. Williams, Schindlers List, Little Women, Beauty and the Beast, and my latest, Toy Story 3) and sitting on my bed, perhaps reading a book, or just thinking. Thinking about things that make me cry. I love a good cry. I love sitting alone in my room, when its raining, and just thinking. I love watching movies that just make me sad.  So pretty much, i'm just keen on being sad. At least I think I am, because I keep doing these things. There is nothing that makes me feel more timid and meek. (heck, I should have been a lamb.)  It makes me realize that I need to rely on other things/people, besides myself. Being in such a mood makes me want to get over myself.  Makes me realize that my life, in comparison to most others, really isn't that bad. I've recently decided i'm the slightest bit dramatic. I also think another mood example in conjunction with this, and possibly the root of at least some of these feelings, is nostalgia. A word I didn't know existed until this year, what a blessed expansion of vocabulary.  Nostalgia meaning: remembrance, recollection, homesickness etc. I just like listening/watching/thinking about things that take me back...sad or happy. I think all these sad/reflective feelings are semi healthy in doses....perhaps?

Well, I guess in conclusion, basically i'm just a depressed little eleven year old watching Parent Trap on repeat. BUT don't fret, remember this is second liked. My preferred mood is happy.
Woo! Hurray! Fun! Laugh! Ha!

its an EXCITING movie!

Until I have my own children, I guess i'll blog about someone else's
We've all seen this haven't we? Well, its great. It makes me wish I was obsessed with Star Wars...kind of.

 I just think she's the cutest thing ever. I love her inflection. 

If you hadn't seen it, youre welcome for making your day. 

those are very powerful words. yes.

So, You've Got Mail. I have a thing for this movie, along with most girls. But, no offense to most girls, I feel like I have more of a thing. Not all, but most. So anyway, this evening, while doing my homework, I was watching it. Let me proactivly answer a question: I can watch that movie while doing my homework because i've seen it so many times I dont even need to look at the screen. I already know whats going on, I just listen really. When I got this movie for my 17th birthday I watched it every single day for at least two months. Thats real. I have habit of over watching movies. To an extreme level. I'm not sure why I keep watching the same 10 movies over and over, but I just keeping watching them.
But back to You've Got Mail. Tonight while I was listening, shopgirl saying..."I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave?" ...got me thinking. Yes, I'm throwing out quotes. And yes, I would like to ask myself the same question. I'm just sayin. Take it as cheesily as you want, but its a good question and point.

I wonder if i've justifed how "small" my life is, and if I really am semi disapointed with myself because im not doing something a little more exciting. Or am I honestly happy with simplicity. Nope simplicity is the wrong word, my life isn't simple. Uh, am I honestly happy with ... well small. Perhaps I need to up my bravery. So the first thing that comes to mind when up-ing bravery, is change. Something that kind of intimidates me. I am thinking i'd like to flee the country. Even for a short period of time.  Europe? Sure. Anywhere really.  But does leaving the country really mean bravery? I don't think so. What the heck is brave? (We all know that brave is short for brave-er-y.) Maybe being brave means that I stay here instead of spend money? Maybe being brave means that I focus more on school? It could mean I learn to do something totally new? It could mean a lot of things. Eh bravery. Who needs it?

Welllllll on a different You've Got Mail note.......Favorite scene from the movie:

Actually from here until the end of the movie... and really part of the reason is because Signed Sealed Delivered is playing right before this. Also, because of the friendliest flower. Also, Tom's eyes when he says "I do." Also, the vase line. How legal is it to be able to put clips of movies on here? Oh youtube.

I'm Removing the Superfluous Colors

We all know George Banks and his frustration as an American consumer....

Old George. He is onto something. Here is my relatable displeasure with marketing companies....

It's a tad different then hot dog buns, but i'm pretty sure I have a point here. If not, just humor me. It makes a lot of sense in my head.
So the movie How to Train your Dragon, its a hit in the childrens world.  Funny enough, i'm not even a fan of the movie. But this really gets me.

So first, what color is he???

Is he blue?

Is he black?

 

And this guy....

Is he green?

orange??

or blue?

Who the heck really knows anymore.

You see, here is the problem. 

Big shots over at the plastic dragon making companies, book companies, and film industries, they all get together with each other, and decide to rip off the American public. They think they can just switch up the colors of these dragons whenver they want. So the consumer, slash the consumers child with a very convincing reason as to why they need yet another dragon, will be sucked into buying it. These kids they go to the store and they think well heck, i've got to have the orange zippleback, the blue zippleback, AND the green zippleback.

Why you ask, do I have such a concern for this when I myself don't even like the movie, let alone play with dragons? 

 A) As it turns out, I do play with dragons. I have this friend, and we play with dragons all the time. And i'm sick of explaining to him why the same dragon is different colors. I'm sick of saying, "Yes your blue toy Night Fury, is in fact the same character as the black Night Fury in the book." I'm sick of explaining it, because THERE IS NO EXPLANATION.
 B) One day, (in the VERY distant future i'm sure) I will be one of these mothers buying my children 12 of the same dragon because they need all versions of it.
C) This problem spreads across a variety of marketing areas. From hot dog buns to dragons. 

They're all trying to scam us! 

italiani di visitare

We have a foriegn exchange student, Marti.  

We think she is crazy and loud.

  We're glad she is here. She's fun to have around.

We think she makes our family better.

We have anticipated her parents visiting... 

They brought us Italian candies, pasta, and books. 

They made us delicious, authentic food. Twice.

They tried hard to communicate even though they spoke little English.

They did more things in Salt Lake in a week then we have our whole lives. 

They love Walmart.

They were intrigued with temple square.

They have cool shoes.

They love steak.

They were so gracious about everything we did and said to them.

I am really glad they came.

I love that without talking much, you can know people.

I love how quickly I felt connected.

I love that we're going to visit them in Italy. (I figure if I make that a statement, it's true.)

I love that we got to learn about their culture.

I love what sweet parents they are.

I love our Italian friends. 

I'm just sayin'

Typically i'm not an every day blogger. But glance down at bullet #1 on snowy days post, for background, and just hear this nine minutes out...
Also, the times are approximate. Obviously I wasn't looking at the clock.

8:38 a.m.
Put in a pice of toast.
8:39 a.m.
Its not adequately toasted, so I push it down again. Also, I start cooking an egg.
8:41 a.m.
Its burned. I'm ticked.
8:41.5 a.m.
Put in a new piece of toast. Turned the heat up to see if I can do it all in one.
8:43 a.m.
Remove my perfectly cooked egg from the pan onto a plate. But since I was busy with the egg, I forgot about the toast.  Look in the toaster, and the toast is back behind the little holder thing somehow. I then get a knife and lean down to try and get it up before it catches on fire or something. Meanwhile while i'm leaning down, my hair touches the stove burner and sizzles...apparently I left that on. I then unplug the toaster, realizing its probably not safe to be sticking a knife in there with it on.
8:44 a.m.
Switch over to a fork instead of a knife...better grip on the toast.

8:44.5 a.m.

I realize how loud this song is blasting...

      .....and my phone is ringing. Thank you Alyssa Child.
8:45 a.m.
I get out the toast with a fork, and put in a new one.
8:47 a.m.
Everything is fine. I'm eating an egg and a piece of toast (#3), while chatting with a pal.

I'm just sayin' that was a little rough, and unnecessary.  I think something is wrong with the toaster... Or i'm very open to the idea that there is just something wrong with me.