Friday, December 31, 2010

boys....sigh {part 2}

Thanks for all the hope and support guys! I think I'm going to have to call it on "Pretty Boy Swag" as he has now been deemed (thanks Sayer and Jasmine). 2 weeks and I haven't heard anything...maybe I just don't remember how dating goes, but I think that's a bad sign ;)
Anyway, that's not the point.
So I have this friend, a guy friend, and it's the best thing ever!! His name will be "Gent'" as in gentleman, because that is the one word that totally encompasses him. Also cowboy, but that's a different story. Anyway, so Gent' and I have been out of touch for a while (a little over 2 years...) but he found me and it's so awesome! I can't wait for him to move to Provo so we can hang out. A few days before Christmas he was up in the area doing some shopping and invited me to go with him. I needed a break from wrapping and gladly accepted the invite. The kid is amazing. And so easy to talk to. The best part about guy friends? No pressure. We talked about school, made jokes, talked about work, Christmas, his girl drama and me being the big D. The other best part about guy friends? They have drama, not me. I love listening to his drama about this girl and dating and "what do i do?" moments! It's great because I can tell him my opinion and what he should do and it in no way affects me! But it is kind of sad to listen to his stories of young love quashed in the tender stages of infatuation and uncertainty.
Anyway, he's the greatest and any girl would be lucky to date him. We were just hanging out and he opened my door for me (in and out of the car) opens the door of stores, uses clean language (for the most part, but it's nice to feel like "one of the guys") is totally respectful-and totally opinionated, and is down home awesome kid. Not all boys don't call you back.

Saturday, December 18, 2010


So getting back into the "dating scene" is kind of weird. I know I was only gone 2 years, but seriously? I don't get it. You see a cute boy, he asks for your number and.....that's the end? Aren't phone numbers supposed to be used? Maybe I'm old fashioned. Well, the cute boy that asked for my number finally used it. The first time we "hung out" (that's right, not an actual date) we had a marathon of The Office...marathon being the operative word. It was awesome, he was so easy to talk to. We talked through pretty much the entire 4th ...or 5th....or whatever season we were watching....and it was so comfortable, none of this awkward "what's your favorite color" kind of stuff. After that it got weird though. I got one or two texts over the next week, but that's it. SOOO, I'm ready to say "see ya lata jack" and then he goes and says he'd really like to hang out but he's busy with school and has to babysit...ok?
So last weekend he actually asked me out...kind of. Anyway, we went to a movie and ran into his friends in the lobby of the theater and decided to go with them....BIG mistake. These friends have been dating for a little while so they're like, official. Kind of a lot of pressure for a first date/2nd hang out. Anyway, the movie turns out to be a complete bust so we leave and sneak into a different movie halfway through...I felt so rebellious. Anyway, again, this kid is sooo easy to talk to. We made up our own back story (because we had no idea what was going on) and the drive home was so fun. He told me all about his grandparents, his major (aviation science), how he feels when he flies, everything. So here we are a week later and.....nata. This time however I think I can pinpoint the issue....let's discuss my issues for a second:

Severe claustrophobia: check
No depth perception: double check
Embarrassing there any other kind of moment?

How does this play in? Let me explain. The depth perception thing makes it hard to tell exactly where things are and I usually end my day with a lot of bruises on my hips from running into counters, my toes are usually stubbed because I didn't realize the chair was so close, etc. So we can see how the tiny, little, dimly lit hallway in the theater between the doors and where it opens into the auditorium can present a severe problem for someone as challenged as I am. Well I had a panic moment, turned around to see where the doors were, turned back around to head down the minuscule, panic inducing hallway and ran smack into the fire extinguisher box!! I even have a bruise on my arm to prove it....not that I really want to relive that moment. He laughed, I laughed (luckily it was dark enough he couldn't see the mortifying color of crimson that my face turned) and we continued down the hallway. I thought all had passed until he turned to me and asked if I needed glasses or wore contacts.
So what do we think: Did I totally blow it, or will he give this hopeless nut another chance?

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Busy Bee

Ok, so for any of you who don't know, I have my own "business." I kind of don't like to call it a business, it's more of a hobby I've gotten REALLY into the last year and I happen to sell the things I make. I love it! I have a blog Topsy Turvy that I display my products on and I'm currently working on setting up a Big Cartel shop. Because I don't have everything set up on Big Cartel yet, I thought I'd display some of my products, just to see if anyone is interested. If you would like any of these products, or would like the same idea in a different color feel free to e-mail me at! I happily do custom orders!
There is no quiet way to get out the door while wearing these
but I'd wear them everyday

Monday, December 13, 2010


Sometimes I worry about myself. Not really, but I probably should. I seriously wonder why I go to BYU. Especially when I'm sitting in Biology with a bunch of freshman and hear conversations like this:
Glasses: "Oh my goodness I talked to him today!"
Old Lady Sweater: "No way, tell me everything, what did he say?"
Glasses: "He said he liked my glasses! Do you think he wants to go on a date with me?!"
Old Lady Sweater: "Oh he definitely does, do you think you guys will get married?"

Again, I pose this question: Why do I go to this school?
Get over it, he probably just said he liked your glasses so you'd stop staring at him, or get out of the way on his way to the door.

Or fragments of conversations like this:
"Well you see, dating is just like the Gospel...." I don't even want to know where that one was going

And don't even get me started on the couples snogging in the corners of the library. I'm not bitter, but seriously people, get over it!

I had a lady ask me today how I had managed to be at BYU for 3 1/2 years and not get married yet....I just laughed and wished her a Merry Christmas.