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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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.