La Vida Es.....

....messy
The past several months have been full of heart break and disappointment. It's been a rollercoaster with very few ups but a lot of downs. It's amazing how your heart and soul and body cope with all the things that you throw their way.
I'd like to make an apology to my body. Not only does it run on an average of 4-5 hours of sleep a night, but I just started training for a half marathon and my body is definitely not happy about that. If I die at the age of 35 we'll know why.
But I'd also like to make an apology to my heart. I've put you through a lot and there's a good chance that I could have avoided some of it. Red flags were popping up left and right, but for some strange reason it doesn't matter what your head says, your heart always leads the way...and then it usually leads you to where I am now. You find yourself by yourself at the movies, you decide to go see the Fault in Our Stars that way when you're crying people will think it's somehow related to the movie. Hint: It's not.
And now for an apology to my soul. I'm sorry for having doubted you. I'm sorry for not continuing on when things have gotten the hardest. The struggle is real and it's not just a saying. They say everyone struggles with being who they are but what happens when you don't even know who that is?
But here's to new beginnings. Here's to the thought of an ending not being an ending, but just another page to be turned, another story to be told and another day to be lived. Life is never going to always be this beautiful experience, but I'm learning that you can always find beauty in any experience.

Year Long Recap?

Welcome back fellow followers...if there's any left. It's been almost a whole year since I last posted.
And I sit here looking at this blank post, wondering how to condense a whole year into one post. Where do I start? How deep into details should I go? Day by day, I feel like not much has changed, nothing exciting happening in the life. But looking back, I wonder where did that life go?

I had just finished my 3rd year of college last post. Living back up in SLC with the fam-bam. Working, still at Rubio's (still there, just for those wondering, surprise surprise). Went on a family vacation with our dog up to the lake, which if you know my dog means an adventure. I gained a decent amount of weight over the summer and by the time the school year started, I could hardly fit into my pants and had to wear flowy skirts to camouflage the rolls that had begun to appear on my body.

School started and I began dancing again, which luckily helped with the start of the weight loss. But along with school brought stress and trying to figure out my life. I continued with geography as my major and the Spanish minor that I've done all along. Random fact? My favorite class was Spanish linguistics. Grammar and I aren't besties, as I'm sure you all know from my posts.

Finals passed and I was faced with the decision and stress of whether to attend school winter semester or not. I ended up dropping classes and working full time at Rubio's. Since then I have gotten a second job. For about 3 weeks I was working a good 80-85 hours a week and killing myself! Since then I've cut down to 65 hours a week and I'm feeling alright. I have the worlds weirdest sleeping schedule since I start my morning job at 6 am and don't get off of my night job until after 10:30 pm.

But without school, it's been interesting. The first couple weeks when I wasn't enrolled in school I had dreams about taking classes, being in the testing center, studying my textbooks. Oh how badly I missed school, especially the first few weeks! Until I do return back to school I'll be taking a few online classes, playing Sudoku and reading as much as possible so my brain doesn't turn to mush.

Well if you wanted the boring overview of my life for the past year, you got it. Don't worry, if there's some important thing that happened I'll let you all know.

In the meantime, I'd say I follow my tagline of my blog: "Sometimes we don't get the whole story, but we do get bits&&pieces."

You are Appreciated

For those of you that don't know, my mom was married for 7 years before she had any kids. Luckily after much waiting, she finally had 3 beautiful baby girls. Our mom worked graveyard shifts from 6 at night to 6 in the morning so that she could stay home with us during the day. I personally can't imagine watching three little girls on zero sleep. But if anyone could do it, it would be my mom.
And this folks, this lovely lady, is my mama.

Through thick and thin, she has held this family together even at it's hardest times. She was there for me when I had nightmares as a child. She was there to wipe my tears when boys broke up with me. She would cook special food for me when I was a stubborn child and wouldn't eat hamburgers because I was vegetarian  She would drive me to early morning cheerleading practice and late night dance practice. 

She puts up with all the weirdness in the family, even my little sister. You can tell by her creeping in on my picture with my mom. My mom puts up with all of my weird dating stories. She puts up with all of my complaining. She puts up with all of my crankiness when I'm hungry or tired (or a horrible combination of the two). And no one could do it as well as her. 

Although I love this following video and it makes me cry, I don't want to be like this guy and have a last minute conversation with my mom about these things. I'd say we're one of the closest mother-daughter families. In the past 3 years of living down at college, I've called my mom every day. She's my number one. I love you Mommy!

I'm Not Really Conservative

But when I say that I'm not really conservative, what I'm referring to, at least for the moment is my earrings. I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee earrings. Maybe a little too much. I have hoops that are literally bigger than a grown man's fist. 

If you don't really know me, then please refer to this picture. Last year when I was at the beach I took these big earrings. And you can see how happy I was with them compared to the little ones above. But I don't want to get my earrings stuck in any rides or anything at Disneymundia because then it would rip my ears off and then I'd die. So I'm being a responsible adult and taking little earrings because that's what adults do and I'm 21 now. 

Now I'm off to finish my packing because my flight leaves in 6 hours and I still can't find everything. Don't worry I'll post a picture or two on the blog and instagram and facebook to make you all jelly. 

My Dearest Readers

I have decided that since my most popular post, which had a lot more of my personal life in it, that I'm going to start going a little bit more into detail for my blog posts. Don't worry, you won't hear what time I woke up, how many times I went to the bathroom or how long it takes to shave my legs. But aren't blogs more fun to read when the person really sheds light on what really happened and you feel almost like you were there? Answer: yes, yes they are. So here's to more detailed and specific blogs.
I hope you're all ready. Because I really do have some great stories. I'd say some of the best ones are my dating stories. Get ready because I've got a lifetime of these bad boys. 

In the mean time, I think I should introduce you to a little bit more of me. (PS: If you have any questions, feel free to put them in the comment box and I will answer them.) I just turned 21. I've got a great birthday dinner story to tell you all. It shall be in my next blog post which shall be about my birthday. Okay, really I don't know what to write to you all about. Perhaps I'll try some blogging prompts, such as, describe to us your first kiss. 
............ Well he's gay and turns out I was just his beard. That's all I really want to say about that. 
I hope that made everyone's day. 

Also I love to Skype and ooVoo and all other sorts of video chats. Mo and I were going to Facetime tonight, until I realized that's on fancy iPhones. So we did a Hangout on G+ (Yes we are 2 of the 249 people that keep it going). I love this girl and I love her family. Beware, when this little one learns how to take screenshots on the computer, she goes cray cray. 

There Was A Festival

So as everyone knows whether you went to it, saw it on Facebook or Instagram or some other form of social media, Saturday was the Festival Of Colors. Which meant lots of people in Utah Valley. Which meant lots of random visitors coming down to every store, restaurant and gas station in Provo and Orem. I ran into a girl I went to high school with. I asked her what she was doing down in Provo for the day. She answered back that she had just gotten back from Festival of Colors.

"Huh," I thought to myself, "they cleaned off really well for just having had been attacked with colored dirt." And then right as I thought that, I saw a group of about 15 people walk right past us in the store and go straight into the restroom to go clean off. They came out looking like somewhat clean people. So then I went to go see the damage in the bathroom and it looked like a crime scene. So dirty. I was so upset. People couldn't go clean off in their own bathrooms because they don't want theirs to get dirty. So they come and dirty other places bathroom. Thanks, but no thanks.

I don't want you all to think that I am a Scrooge when it comes to Festival of Colors because I actually really loved it. I went last year and got attacked with color (see picture below if you don't believe me.) But maybe I don't believe in getting everyone else's things or restaurants or stores dirty with the chalk that is literally falling out of my hair every time I move my head. (This is a big thanks to being right in the middle of the mosh pits when the throwing was going on.)

Perhaps I don't believe in dirtying peoples things because of the car ride home (or common decency, but we'll say it was the car ride.) The guy I was kind of seeing (or whatever we were) was living out of his car at this point in his life. He gladly drove us down there but he wanted to make sure his car didn't get terribly dirty because it was also his house. We brought garbage bags to cover the seats in the car, brought about 1000 baby wipes to clean off with, brought a change of clothes and changed in the middle of a parking lot even before we got into his car. 

So soapbox over. Just clean off before you go anywhere. It's really not that hard.