Audrey Melissa

Consistent Intentions.

2010-06-12T09:50:00.000-07:00

Each person has defining characteristics that make them, them. I believe in order to understand your importance in life, you have to know those defining characteristics. What makes you tick? What is the driving force behind your actions? What are your goals in life? What makes you feel special about yourself? What do you need from others to feel loved? What are you willing to change? What do you NEED to change? What do you refuse to change because you feel it makes you, you? I agree with George Bernard Shaw when he said, “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”

One day I was having a long talk with my sister and I was expressing my confusion and concern about the many scriptures that indicate that the Lord knows the intents of our heart and I wanted to know what the importance of truly praying for guidance was, when the Lord already knows what I should pray for before I do. I also was familiar with the doctrine that our destiny isn’t fixed, but is dependent upon our decisions. I operate on an intellectual level and this did not sit well with me. It did not make sense and I have a hard time doing things that don’t make sense. She did a fantastic job of explaining how the Lord knows us so well, that He knows what decision(s) we are inclined to make in a certain situation because of previous decisions and the certain qualities that we possess. Just like any new truth, this caused me to ponder on what the intents of my heart were. I want to know myself as well as the Lord knew me. Sometimes I feel like I want to change things up - make decisions that I normally wouldn’t. I’m sure the Lord is well aware of my strange desire to change things up. This is just one of many of my quirks that makes me, me. Everyone is so different, yet the Lord knows all. How amazing is that!

So, I also agree with Aristotle when he said, “We are what we repeatedly do, excellence then is not an act, but a habit.” If we understand the true intents of our hearts, we control our excellence. Once we understand what we need to change and act upon it, we master ourselves. I want to be put in a situation and be thinking, “I bet the Lord is thinking I’ll make this decision because I am constant and the intent of my heart is to do good continually.”

A Quote

2010-01-14T20:40:00.003-08:00

This sums up exactly what I've been thinking and feeling lately.

Elder Holland said:
“It has been said that envy is the one sin to which no one readily confesses, but just how widespread that tendency can be is suggested in the old Danish proverb, ‘If envy were a fever, all the world would be ill.’ . . . As others seem to grow larger in our sight, we think we must therefore be smaller. So, unfortunately, we occasionally act that way.

How does this happen, especially when we wish so much that it would not? I think one of the reasons is that every day we see allurements of one kind or another that tell us what we have is not enough. Someone or something is forever telling us we need to be more handsome or more wealthy, more applauded or more admired than we see ourselves as being. We are told we haven’t collected enough possessions or gone to enough fun places. We are bombarded with the message that on the world’s scale of things we have been weighed in the balance and found wanting
[see Daniel 5:27]. . . .

But God does not work this way. . . I testify that no one of us is less treasured or cherished of God than another. I testify that He loves each of us—insecurities, anxieties, self-image, and all. He doesn’t measure our talents or our looks; He doesn’t measure our professions or our possessions. He cheers on every runner, calling out that the race is against sin, not against each other. I know that if we will be faithful, there is a perfectly tailored robe of righteousness ready and waiting for everyone [see Isaiah 61:10; 2 Nephi 4:33; 9:14], ‘robes . . . made . . .white in the blood of the Lamb’ [Revelation 7:14].

May we encourage each other in our effort to win that prize” (in Conference Report, Apr. 2002, 72, 74; or
Ensign, May 2002, 63–64).

A Quote

2010-01-14T20:40:00.001-08:00

Things I'm going to miss about Arkansas...

2009-05-07T21:52:00.001-07:00

1. My parents. My dad's random jokes. My mom's little notes of encouragement.

2. GREEN! Arkansas has turned so BEAUTIFUL with all this rain. I love how lush and fresh everything is.

3. Humidity. My own personal sauna outside. Plus, my car runs better...

4. ColumbiaMex. Authentic carne asada tacos with onions and cilantro. Yumm. Ahh, and how much better is it when you wash it down with IntaJuice...

5. And of course...Mi amigos. I'm going to miss my friends.

Although, here are the things I'm looking forward to:

1. Playing with my nephews whenever I want.

2. Cooking/Baking with my sister. Shopping. Talking. Picking cherries. You know...typical sister stuff.

3. Having a big girl job. Making big girl moneys.

4. MOUNTAINS!

5. My Utah (Ex-Arkansas) friends. Colton Coleslaw Bramwell. Haha. Erin Steiner. Plus, new Utah friends. Oh, and my nemesis.

Happiness

2009-03-29T12:33:00.000-07:00

I was browsing through some bumper stickers on facebook and I happened to run across a quote by Bob Dylan. NOT the usual person I would quote, but it caused my mind to contemplate what he really meant and what I drew from it. It said, "Behind every beautiful thing, there is some kind of pain."

Everyone has pain. Everyone has some sort of trial in their life that causes some kind of pain. That's the fact of life. The ability to cope with this reflects our happiness or our "beauty." Sometimes it's easy to perceive a happy, beautiful person and long to be like them, but it's fact that they have some kind of pain. The reason they are beautiful and happy is because they were able to think positive and move forward.

Being able to progress amidst the trials of life makes us beautiful and happy.

What will be your legacy?

2009-03-25T22:08:00.000-07:00

As I was going through the security line at the Salt Lake International Airport, I saw a group of people of all ages congregated with a "Welcome Home" sign and video cameras. I used my quick thinking and deducted that they were waiting for the return of a missionary. I WAS in Utah. Intrigued I tried to move as slowly as possible through the line so I could watch the arrival of this missionary. Unfortunately the line was short and I was on the other side. I really wanted to see the excitement on this missionary's face. So I found myself sitting myself down on a comfy seat so I could watch. With hindsight, that was kind of weird. I hope they don't look through there videos and see me! Anyway, I sat there and kept my eyes peeled for a young man wearing a suit and nametag. I didn't see one. However, I did see a senior couple couple wearing tags walking towards the exit. As I heard the screams as the crowd spotted the couple, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears welled up in my eyes as the reality of the ripple effect settled in. The senior sister missionary cried out, "There are our kids!" There was her posterity. Her sons, daughters, son-in-laws, daugther-in-laws, grandbabies and other people that were affected by her. How wonderful of a feeling that must've been to see just a small portion of people who loved you dearly and anticipated your arrival. People who missed you.

I look forward to the day where my children and grandchildren can "welcome me home" with such love and excitement. I pray that I can be such a woman of integrity, to leave my legacy.

My camera's battery was dead, or I would've stalkerishly tried to sneak a picture. I wanted to remember the emotions I felt, so I quickly sketched what I saw. :)

Defining Audrey Qualities

2009-03-05T21:42:00.000-08:00

I find it is easier to maintain control over my emotions in life when I understand myself.
So, here are the top five things that I've classified as my "defining Audrey qualities."

1) The one thing that brings me the most happiness and the most sadness in my life is the same thing. People. I love people. I love older people, middle aged people, young adults, little kids and especially babies.

I was blessed with the ability to care for others. I love people easily. I will do anything for someone who I care about, so I generally will do anything for anyone if it brings them happiness. I believe that random acts of kindness are the missing pieces in life. This brings me the most happiness.

I care too much for people. When I see someone hurting, I hurt. When someone doesn't live up to his/her potential, I am disappointed. When people are sad, I'm sad. This brings the most sadness in my life.

2) I like to be unique. If I'm in a situation where I feel as if my uniqueness is jeopardized, I leave.

3) I have to feel needed and loved or I shut down and run away.

4) I'm afraid of failure. Because of this I rarely do my best in anything. This only applies to situations where failure could be humiliating. Even though I could care less what others think of me, I would be humiliated if I failed at something. Even if nobody cared, I still would be embarrassed. On the same note, when I put my mind to do something, I'm going to do it well.

5) I love everything. I love all kinds of varieties of movies, foods, books, sports, clothes...everything. I used to think that I was a people pleaser because I liked everything everyone else liked, but I realized, I can be down with anything pretty much.

My life should be made into a comic book.

2009-02-16T19:41:00.000-08:00

This was the conversation that my Dad and I were having tonight. While I was cutting cheese for quesadillas.

"Hey Dad, do you know what your midclavicular line is?" - Audrey

"No, what is it?" - Dad

"Well it's..." -Audrey

"[Interrupts] WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT! I FEEL SORRY FOR YOUR CHILDREN! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TEACH THEM ANYTHING! YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD HUSBAND!" - DAD

"But Dad...I was just teaching you about your midclavicular line." - Audrey

[Dad Walks Away]

So, while I was talking, I was using a knife to cut the cheese. And instead of cutting AWAY from my hand, I was cutting TOWARDS my hand. So, I was thinking about it and followed up with this.

"Hey Dad. You know what?" - Audrey

"What?" - Dad

"Even if I have a good husband my children are still going do stupid things. Because I had a good dad that taught me not to cut like that and I still did it!" - Audrey

"Yeah, but you're not going to do it anymore are you. Are you..." - Dad

Never again will I doubt my dad's teaching methods.

Joy of Children

2008-12-15T15:30:00.000-08:00

Today at work, a woman and her little daughter came into my store. The first thing this little girl did was swing the door open as hard as she could and it made a loud crashing sound. The mom was FURIOUS! She yelled at her daughter. I immediately started laughing, not at the mother yelling, but at the fact that this little girl didn't realize her own strength. It made me think of Elder Wirthlin's talk about laughing in times of stress. I giggled and winked at her, hoping it would keep her from crying. Of course, it didn't faze this little girl too much. She obviously got yelled at frequently. About 2 minutes later I looked over at her and she was staring at these pottery snowmen that my boss makes in amazement. As any curious little girl would do, she reached out to touch. Her mother yelled at her again. "Do NOT touch ANYTHING! You hear me!?" I don't know how the little girl wouldn't have been able to hear her screeching mother. I'm pretty sure all the little kids in Chucke Cheese two stores down from us heard her. The mother asked where some supplements were and I showed her the products she was looking for. We looked over and the little girl was on the floor just carelessly touching any and every supplement close. Her mother yelled at her again and this time the little girl bowed her head and started wimpering. The mother even used the phrase "This lady doesn't like when you touch things!" I of course didn't really care and was a little taken a back that the mother would turn it on me and make it seem like I was the one upset. The little girl looked up at me sadly like she had disappointed me. I just silently smiled, hoping she would know that it was alright. So, the mother started walking near the back of the store and I walked to the register. The little girl followed me and asked "Whatcha doin'?" Her mother immediately followed with, "Stop asking her questions. Leave her alone." I ignored the mother and started a conversation with this girl. I could obviously tell after about 15 questions how her mother found it annoying, but to me it was a curious little girl starving for attention. It made me sad to think that parents get so easily annoyed with their children and treat them in such a way. After spending time with my nephews at a grocery store, I know how hard it is to handle children in public places, but if they treat their children like this in public, how do they treat them at home? No wonder depression is the number one "illness" in America. ADHD and other similar problems in children, to me, can be easily avoided. It all starts in the home. I wanted to take this little girl home with me. Cook up a yummy dinner and read her a story. Cut her long bangs back from her beautiful little eyes and answer any question she could come up with. I know that parents do the best they can, but I wish they would take time to sit back and evaluate themselves. Satan is definitely abroad in the land and he is destroying everything. And guess where he starts. In the home.

Poodle Hair!

2008-11-23T16:49:00.002-08:00

Here a few pictures of my new doo. Saturday morning I woke up and thought, "I love curly hair. I'm going to get a perm." So, I rolled out of bed and decided to drag my dear ol' momma to come with me. I don't think she liked it very much, but it'll grow on her. Afterwards, we made our own country song something like this, "My dog died so I permed my hair. I don't need a dog now because I have poodle hair!" (With howling in the background of course). Haha.

What a Pleasant Surprise!

2008-11-20T20:17:00.000-08:00

On Monday I was supposed to go pick up dad from the car shop where he left the car. He told me he would start walking and to look for him on the side o the road. I hung up the phone (I was still in bed because I wasn't feeling well), and fell back asleep. I woke up 20 minutes later and was like, "Uh-Oh!" So, I hurry to my car (didn't brush my teeth or even change my clothes, I was still wearing Sunday clothes) and there's the UPS truck in the driveway. I managed to barely slip my car out and just figured a package for dad had come. When we got back to the house, I told him a package had come. He handed me the package and said it was for me. I was shocked, I figured dad had ordered me something and it was going to be a surprise when I opened it. Well, it was a surprise when I opened it, it just wasn't from dad. It was this cute little yellow book and the packing slip said it came from Amy. I was shocked! Pleasantly shocked! It said that this book was to inspire me to write to help me heal (even if I didn't want to heal). So, I immediately took it up to my room and read the whole thing. It was very cute and I loved it. Then, it turns out there was another package! For me again! It was another book. Very thin book that was "To make me laugh." It most definitely made me laugh. It was hilarious. I encourage everyone to read these books. Thank you Amy for that pleasant surprise.

2008-11-18T21:30:00.000-08:00

Have you ever wanted something so badly, but no matter how hard you tried or how much you begged you just couldn't have it? Have you ever felt as if the more you prayed for something the farther from your grasp it crept? I have gone my whole life with the attitude that if I wanted something badly enough, I could have it. I knew that the best things in life aren't just given to you. After this many years, I sit here for the first time wanting something so badly, that I've worked so hard for and I don't have it. Begging. Pleading. Praying. Wishing. Hoping. Nothing. I can't because of a reason that only God knows for sure. I can't because of another person's choices. I can't because I didn't work hard enough while I did have it. Now what?

Pain

2008-11-18T17:25:00.000-08:00

Pain comes in many forms. First off, there's the physical pain. You can pinpoint exactly where you're hurting and what kind of pain it is. Is it shooting pain? Does it come in waves? Is it sharp? Is it a dull pain? Second, there's emotional pain. The kind that can quite possibly result in physical pain. The kind that causes you to dread waking up in the morning. The kind that can put a damper on everything you do. The kind that makes you unintentionally treat others differently. The kind that questions who you truly are. It is constant. It is everywhere. It hurts in places that you can't describe. This pain is triggered by the slightest memory, smell, thought or sight.
I am hurting emotionally. I've been hurting, but have been trying to hold it in; toughen up because of the lack of understanding from others. I hurt every time someone doesn't understand and expects me to be fine. I hurt everytime someone professes to understand, because I know they really don't. This hurt is brought on by someone that I love very much making decisions that will cause unhappiness in the long run. I hurt everytime I go to church and see others living the life I've always wanted. I hurt when I read my journal of times when I was happy. I hurt when I try and fall asleep at night, wondering what he's doing. I hurt when I think of moving on. I hurt when I see his family and how badly I wanted to be apart of it. I hurt when I think of my future. The future that was once so beautiful and hard, but I could take it on with him! The future that is now bleak and dark, the one I don't want. I hurt when I kneel down on the side of my bed and when I beg Heavenly Father to do something, something to make him realize. I hurt looking in the mirror and wishing I could be beautiful for him. I hurt picking out outfits that I know he would love. I hurt when I listen to songs that could've describe our lives perfectly. I hurt so bad when I go to dances and remember all of the times he held me close and swayed to the music. I hurt when I can't act myself because my heart is literally shattered in my chest. Mostly I hurt when I have a spiritual experience that makes me so happy and I can't share it with him.

Be Ok - Ingrid Michaelson

2008-11-13T20:26:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpMI8Qu5fsc

I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I just want to be ok today

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today

Open me up and you will see
I'm a gallery of broken hearts
I'm beyond repair, let me be
And give me back my broken parts

Just give me back my pieces
Just give them back to me please
Just give me back my pieces
And let me hold my broken parts

I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I just want to be ok today

I just want to feel today, feel today, feel today
I just want to feel something today
I just want to know today, know today, know today
Know that maybe I will be ok

Faith Without Works is Dead. Right?

2008-11-07T21:52:00.000-08:00

Today, as I sat in the dentist's chair waiting, I had a lot of time on my hands to think. Lately I try to avoid this, but it was actually beneficial. As the dentist was walking back to get my new crown, I said a silent prayer that everything would work out and I wouldn't have to go through any more nonsense with this tooth. At that moment, I had complete faith that no matter what happened I knew it would work out. As I sat there and thought about this I was proud of myself for this and began to think about my faith-o-meter. The more I thought about it, I felt shameful. There I was sitting there thinking about how wonderful I was because I had faith when I didn't have to do any work. Anyone can have faith that Heavenly Father will take care of them when everything rests in His hands. But, what about the trials that require crucial actions on our part? How often do we pray and expect Heavenly Father to take care of us, yet we receive promptings and ignore them. How many times do we, do I, say "Alright Heavenly Father, help me out here." Then He says, "Alright...you need to do this" and I simply say, "Nah" or "Are you sure?" Then when we don't get the results we wanted we automatically feel as if the Lord has left us alone. He will never forsake us. The day when we completely turn our trust to Him, the day we find that He is always with us and will never leave our side is the day we truly find ourselves and truly live life.

Obama

2008-11-05T21:09:00.000-08:00

I think Obama's first move as President should be to rename the White House. It should now be called "The Crib." Haha. Just kidding.

Should be grateful, should be grateful, should be grateful...

2008-11-04T18:21:00.000-08:00

BUT I'M NOT!

My dad is retiring in February of 2009 and with that comes the ending of my insurance benefits. So, now I have to make all of those dentist and doctor appointments that I have purposely been putting off. So, I said to myself, "Self, why not just be a winner and get it taken care of." So, I called the dentist and made an appointment. Turns out, thanks to the Chavez soft teeth genes, I had a looooong list of things that I need to have taken care of.

First off, I had a cavity under a filling that my quack dentist did before. It had gotten to the point where they couldn't tell by the x-ray if it needed a root canal or not. It was way close. Anyway, they started drilling and finally got down deep enough to look and it didn't need a root canal. It did need a crown though. So, they filled 'er up and put a temporary crown on and took impressions for my crown. Man was that fun or what. So, for two weeks I had this temporary crown that felt like a biiiiig piece of cement in my mouth. I couldn't stop feeling it with my tongue and it eventually made the tip of my tongue raw. Ouch. Two weeks later I go back in for my permanant crown! Yesss, right? Nope. Crown didn't fit. My 30 minute simple appointment turned into an hour and a half appointment with a numb face and goob all down my cheek. Then, they were going to make me a new temporary, but that would be too easy. The impressions they took didn't even remotely fit my mouth. I almost wanted to scream at them, "Do you have the right one!?" Goodness gracious. So they put the OLD temporary back on (that was chipped from 2 weeks of eating food. That night, I sit down, just chillin' ya know, and the temporary crown popped off. Yay! It has now been two weeks since. Anytime I eat ANYTHING that causes suction, the crown pops off. Once, I was eating chocolate and I bit into something hard and I thought, "Man, I didn't know this had nuts." It didn't, I bit into my temp. crown and chipped it even more. I've called the dentist many times, but I can't make myself be pushy with the receptionists. They just answer phones.

Anywho, the other thing that was wrong was I had to have a root canal! Yay! I've had a stainless steel crown on one of my back molars (19 to be exact...) that I've had since I was about 6 or 7. I remember that exact day vividly that I got that on too. A couple of days before that I was chillin' in the bathroom suckin' on a sucker just minding my own. I was sittin' on the counter checkin' myself out in the mirror and the impatient little girl I was couldn't wait to get the tootsie roll (or was it gum?) out of the middle, so I decided to bite the sucka! I ended up breaking a huge chunk out of my tooth. I was horrified. I didn't want to tell my parents so I even tried to super glue the piece back on. Haha, obviously that didn't work. Anyway, they put that "silver tooth" on and I've grown up with that hideous piece of grossness in my mouth until recently. They couldn't see through the crown in the x-rays so they had to "pop" it off. After 15 minutes of the dentist yanking and drilling, I never did hear a "popping" noise. Haha. The dentist said before they took it off, "Now, I don't know what's under there. I'll prepare you for the worst. It could be mush and I we might need to pull it. Or, it might just need another crown." I almost wizzed in my pants right there. Thankfully, there was no mush and a root canal was all that was needed. My root was curved so I had to go to a specialist. Now, that was an experience. They didn't put me under or give me laughing gas. The locals however made me feel way weird. I didn't like it one bit. After two hours of my mouth wide open and drilling I was done. They cracked my temporary crown when they pulled it off, so they just put a sealant over it. When I get my permanent crown for the other tooth I'll get fitted for a crown on the bottom. Then wait another two weeks (if the lab doesn't mess up again).

And saving the best for last, I have to have my wisdom teeth out. Yay. This is the least of all the others I think. My wisdom teefers have been in for a good year or more and they won't even put me under. Just yank those babies out and I'll be good to go.

But really, I am grateful that I have the blessing of being able to go to a dentist and have my teeth fixed and my parents' insurance will cover it. For this, I will be eternally grateful.

I am not, however grateful for numb faces and drooling on my self with sideway smiles.

Nursing School

2008-11-04T15:35:00.000-08:00

Wooooooo!! I got accepted to Nursing School! After two years of hardcore prerequisites, I made the grades to get in! Yess! :) I'm so proud of myself.

Some Cool Pictures

2008-06-24T01:43:00.000-07:00

Roommate Surprise on my door! Thanks Ada!Beautiful Flowers From Marc

The best street in California! :)

Goodbye, Hello

2008-06-08T22:12:00.000-07:00

To be completely honest, it's been a struggle learning to love President Monson as much as I did President Hinckley.

I love President Hinckley so much. He is one of my greatest inspirations to do good. I have a picture of him hanging in my room and whenever I don't feel like reading my scriptures or saying my prayers I look over at his picture and feel as if I'm disappointing him. I feel like I have this close relationship with him and I've never even met him! When I was going through the refiner's fire, I felt like he was there guiding me forward. I feel like my conversion process started because of him. It was when he gave his challenge to read the Book of Mormon from cover to cover that I felt like I was truly converted. I love this man. He is like the grandpa I never had. At his funeral, I sobbed and sobbed wondering what I was going to do without him! I wanted so badly for him to be back to his wife, but I also wanted to be selfish and keep him longer. I want to live my life in such a way that I can meet and marry a man like Gordon B. Hinckley.

So, here is this man who is taking his spot. Called of God and trusted to lead His children. Why am I struggling so much? I'm not sure. But today I had a break through. I was reading in the scriptures about Lehi's dream and how Nephi desired to know the things of his fathers dream. Even though Lehi was a prophet and received revelation that he shared with his family, Nephi desired to know for himself. Although I knew President Monson was called of God simply because he was next in line, I had to know for myself. I need to love this man in order to follow him like I should. So, here I am now. I testify that Thomas S. Monson is a living prophet today. He is a mouthpiece of our Heavenly Father. He is to lead and direct us today, back home.

"The Lord revealeth his secrets unto his servants the prophets." (Amos 3:7)

The Story of My Sickness - Watermelon

2008-06-04T20:00:00.000-07:00

I absolutely love snow and everything winter entails, but here some VERY big reasons why I love summer:

1. WATERMELON
2. MY BIRFDAY
3. WATERMELON
4. Other cool summer stuff

Here's the story, in pictures...

Just lounging around...trying to figure out to do with my life...

Then, I realized...I COULD BUY WATERMELON!
So, I bought two.
I cut all the rind off...And diced it all up...
Got uber excited!!!Praised the Lord for His Tender Mercy!
Started eating them one by one...trying to savor...
Then pigged out, man!
Completely sick out of my mind.
Haha, Fooled You. That's not Possible.

But I did make a new friend...Potifer
The End. My Life is Complete.

The Aaapartment

2008-05-30T22:36:00.000-07:00

This is me after I drank a Sunkist. I know, no caffeine, but carbonated beverages and sugar other than candy have a weird effect on me. Sometimes I go crazy to keep things hoppin' in the "Aaapartment." This name was just formed after some deliberation. The "Aa" stands for Audrey and Ada. We sometimes shorten it to Aaaaaaaaaaah. :)

Gettin' Started!

2008-05-30T00:59:00.000-07:00

This blogging thing seems like it could become very addicting!

Life has taken some different turns lately in my life, for good and bad.

Right now I am living in an apartment with Ada Skoch for the summer and that seems to be going great for now. Her brother and sister-in-law lived in it previously and moved to Texas for the summer, so we're keeping up the place while they're gone. It's very little compared to the house I lived in before, but I'm making adjustments as they seem fit. I have since then became very organized and I really like cooking and cleaning for myself and a messy roommate! :)

I'm taking a summer class at NWACC. I found out that since I took Anatomy and Physiology I at NWACC (due to classes filling up at the University of Arkansas), I have to take Part II. I started the class on the 27th and it seems enjoyable enough. It starts at 5:00 pm and ends at 8:50 on TWTH. This is a huge conflict with working Avalon and currently I only work on Saturdays. I got an application for Cracker Barrel and haven't turned it in yet, due to my horrendous fear of the unknown. Also, I have separation anxiety with leaving Avalon since my boss, Betty, has been so good to me and it's like leaving part of my family.

Last semester was kinda hectic due to the sudden appearance of an attractive young man whom I wanted to spend every waking minute with. Marc Clune and I have been dating since February and things are going very well. One minor detail is he left on May 3rd for California for the summer. It seems so trivial, but dating for less time than he will be gone is kind of hard to swallow. We have hit many rough spots since my over-the-phone communication skills aren't the best, but things are leveling out. It's hard not being able to tell him everything that I did during the day and have him make me laugh. I keep trying to focus on the fact that things will be amazing when he gets back.

These are the most pressing matters and my next posts won't be as long. :)

Random Joke: What did the duck say when the waitress came?

Put it on my bill!

2008-05-29T20:52:00.001-07:00

Make a Smilebox scrapbook