A Week of Interesting Developments

First off, you are going to hate me because I titled this post a week of interesting developments but I'm not going to tell you what any of those developments are. Some of them aren't my secrets to tell, others are much too personal to tell. Isn't life a bummer? This week has been an adventure. One of my really good friends had her farewell, a month early, and I got to hang out and see some people that I haven't in awhile which was kind of fun. You know me, I love people!

Llama Fest!

Last weekend we went to llama fest and it was so so so so much fun!!! I got to pet lots of llamas and watch a llama race and hang out with some of the best people I know. So, for your enjoyment I am posting pictures. 

 Ka, Me, and K

 Our game faces are on.

 His breathe was really smelly

 Me and K waiting for the llama race to start!

The Krishna temple, soooo pretty!

It's a Good Day for a Concussion

Last week my "family" had a reunion up at the Lake. It was so much fun! I was sad to have to come home and go back to work. We ate lots of yummy food, played many a games (most of which I won), and were on the boat for 3/4 of the time we were there. Boating for me is a unique experience because I was once terrified of water, absolutely terrified. You couldn't get me anywhere near a boat let alone in a boat. But all that changed in the last four years and I love to go boating now. It probably has a lot to do with my "family's" enthusiasm towards all things water related, it's kind of contagious. And learning to swim my senior year, which is credited to my "sister". Last summer I learned to wake board and while I'm not sure I totally love it I really do like it. I think more than liking the actually sport I love that I can do it and that I am not afraid. It's exhilarating to know you've conquered something inside you that was holding you back from fully enjoying this beautiful world. The bad thing about wake-boarding are the falls, they hurt a lot. And since I'm still pretty new to it, and still learning, I tend to fall a lot. This week I totally face planted it hitting an edge and had the wind knocked out of me. My "brother" had to pull me out of the water and my head felt like a ton of bricks on my shoulders. Don't worry, all is good now and I can't wait to do it again!

A Few Pictures A Little Late

 The San Diego Temple with some of my "family". That temple was beautiful! The inside was even more spectacular than this outside, if you can imagine.

 Baby K's first time in the ocean! We were both nervous!

You can't tell but my feet are freezing cold. My "sister", S, made me take this picture so I had something to send to N. 

A Healthy Dose of Over-Preparation

Life is too short for me not to prepare for the next fifty years. I have an addiction. I like to know exactly what, when, and where I will be five years before I am there. The other day I saw a little quote by a Mr. or Mrs. (I'm not really sure) Lao Tzu it said "If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present." Now, this made me think for a few reasons first off, I have acute anxiety and sometimes it makes me sick to my stomach with worry over things I mostly can't control. Also, I began thinking the other day (as I was planning my wedding and how many kids I was going to have and in which month my first child was going to be born [ya, I told ya!]) about how so much of my, and I'm sure others, happiness lies but only a few steps into the future, but we will never get there. We will take those few steps and realize happiness is really only a few steps more. I believe very strongly that my thinking this is due to over preparing myself for life. The thing is you can't prepare for life, at least not to the extent I try. You have to take it how it is and love it! Otherwise, your happiness will always be a few steps ahead of you. It's my new goal to let go of the future just a little and try living a little bit more in the present.

And They Walked and Walked and Walked and....

This past weekend my car was feeling a little down. The weather outside was so hot, we are in a heat wave right now and it was triple digit temperatures. Well, I was feeling a little down so I wondered if it was just normal for Carlos (my car) to also be feeling a little slow. After, asking my "dad" about it we decided since I needed to get an oil change we would just have the shop look at it, just in case. So, Monday morning Carlos and I took a trip down to the repair shop. Now, the repair shop is on 3900 North and I live on 1000 North. I'm not sure where my brain was on Monday morning but it definitely wasn't in my head because for some reason I thought I could walk home and survive the venture. That is more than just some little jaunt! I began my walk home and after fearing for my life a few times on the main road (there is no sidewalk) I decided I needed to take a side road, where there are no bus stops. I made it to 2200 and had no idea how I was going to make it the other 12 blocks. Now, these are not normal blocks, these are country blocks that last FOREVER. My "sister" lives up 2200 and I decided her house seemed a lot more appealing than my apartment at this point. I turned up the street and headed towards her block but when I got there she wasn't home! Someone must have been looking out for me because by some miracle the back door was open. And that is how M came home to me crashed out on her couch watching Cake Boss. It was a really long walk.

P.S. Carlos is fine. I paid them an extra 40 dollars to tell me nothing was wrong with him and that it was just the heat but, at least I didn't have to pay for a huge repair.

The Tyranny of 3" Godzilla

Last week as I was sweeping the kitchen Ka and I noticed a village being built on the foundation of popcorn. It was a dilemma, indeed. To the small, mostly innocent ants beneath Ka's feet (I was supervising on a nearby chair [and yes I do use supervising and squealing synonymously]) she must have looked like a giant dragon whose only joy in life was tap dancing on the unsightly souls of hungry insects. Actually, that pretty much describes her-just replace unsightly with beautiful and insects with Felicia. The poor ants went running for their lives, their children's lives, and their grandchildren's lives, but to no avail because the foot of Ka is all powerful and it leaves no survivors. As she swept up there little corpses and I "supervised" some more she noticed something black, ugly, much bigger than an ant, and zombie looking. Godzilla of the insect world had been living, breathing, eating, and crawling all over our kitchen for who knows how long! And now he was dead, just lying there all over our floor. Needless to say Mr. Centipede caused a lot of "supervising" on my part.