Jealousy...

So tonight I was reading a friends blog, who is expecting. I am so happy for her, but I must admit as well that I am a bit jealous. I would love to be a mom. I know that my time will come and I look forward to that time. I want to experience the morning sickness, the first movement, the pain giving birth, what a joy it will be.

Mamma Mia

Life has been really calm lately, it makes me wonder what is about to happen... The calm can only last so long, at least that is my experience.

So last weekend I went and saw Mamma Mia. I loved it. I just wanted to get up and dance in the aisles. I would recommend it to everyone. It was so fun. Plus I love the Abba music. It was just a feel good movie. I also want to see The Dark Knight and Get Smart... I would even see it again!

Memories...

1. As you comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember.

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.

Grandparents...

Today was a bit of a rough day, my emotions were very high and close to the surface. When I am feeling this way I like to go to the cemetary where my Grandma and Grandpa Carroll are buried. I find peace and comfort there. My grandpa was always one to say, "Everything is OK." When it said that to me, I could feel that everything would be OK. Until I was 10, we lived around the corner from Grandma and Grandpa. I remember being mad at my mom and dad, so I would pack my little red suitcase and run away to Grandma's house. I always knew that Grandma would have fresh baked bread and cookies and Grandpa would let me help him pick the vegetables in the garden or play in the irrgation water if it was watering day. My grandpa taught me how to fish. I remember the camping and boating trips to Flaming Gorge and Bear Lake. My Grandma bought us our sweet puppy, Sadie. There was this little pet shop down the street from my grandparents house. Chad, my younger brother, had gone down and found the sweetest little baby girl. The kids all fell in love with her, even my mom fell in love with her little waddle. My mom had never wanted an indoor dog, but the kids headed back to grandma's and what grandma says no to her grandchildren. So we took Sadie back to Twin Falls with us as the newest member of our family. We were blessed to have Sadie for 17 years.

When my Grandma passed away on January 6, 2003 I remember the family getting together to plan the funeral. After the funeral we all got together and watched the home movies on the reel to reel projector that they had. Afterwards my cousin had those (silent) movies put on DVD with music. I love to sit down and watch it. I remember watching my grandpa help the mortuary staff place grandma on the gurney and take her out. He was always so kind, gentle and loving towards her. My Grandpa passed away December 23, 2004. It didn't really feel like Christmas that year. My grandpa had been sick for quite sometime. He was so worried that his posterity wouldn't get there Christmas money from him and grandma that year. Ironically he passed away the morning after we told him that the money was in the envelopes and ready for everyone. They got to spend Christmas together that year. Ah the fond memories of my sweet Grandma and Grandpa Carroll.

Friends

I must admit that I have the best group of friends. I am so thankful for each and every one of them. I am grateful for the support that each gives me on a daily basis. I was reading thru my journal from college, and oh the memories that came flowing back, from the waterfight with the neighbors in the middle of the night in January. The end result of that was a soaked kitchen floor in the good ol' college ave apartments. Granted we girls did start it and the guys finished it. We started it by finding the fuse box for the complex and discovering which switch belonged to the neighbors and of course mysteriously ending up with a copy of their key. So we flipped the switch, let ourselves into their apartment and turned everything on... then flipped the switch to turn everything on. Well there wasn't a good enough reaction, so we did it again, which started a gigantic water fight. We were all soaked, and it was so much fun. Oh the memories. College was crazy, but I wouldn't change any of those days.

Poetry

One of my favorite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.





The Road not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow woodand
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --I
took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

Have you ever seen a foot of hair?

Here it is!!!

12 inches or one foot

I have been growing my hair out for quite some time now and recently decided it was time for a change. My hair was driving me nuts. So I did it again. I had a foot cut off. I have donated the foot of hair to Locks of Love, a wonderful organization that makes wigs for children who are going thru medical trauma and losing their hair, such as cancer. It is a fun thing to do and I figure my hair grows back and I do have a ton of hair.

I am coming back!

How stinking cute is that... I did not want to go for a flight....

Over the last couple of weeks I have come to the conclusion that I am content with life at this point. I am very grateful for all the lessons that I have learned thru life and especially lately. I have always been such a fiesty individual, never really one to be walked over. I always knew what I wanted and I went for it. My mom reminded me of a story when I was 11 or 12. I had gotten a perm and I hated it, the woman that permed my hair did not listen to what I wanted, it was horrible. I had been saving up the money for quite sometime, babysitting. So I had my mom drive me back to the salon and I marched in and told her exactly what I thought and I got my money back. Over the last few years, I had lost my zest for life, I had stopped standing up for myself and going after what I want in this life. Well the fire is slowly coming back. I am glad to be finding myself again.