Comment on baby talk....

So I have a question-and it is simply this-what is it with girls baby-talking to their S.O.'s (significant others)? The only reason I bring this up is that I've had friends say they hear it happening, I hear it happening on various dating reality shows (I mean I hear OF it happening, I don't actually watch those shows-no, not me), and then I was a personal witness to it when overhearing the conversation when I was trapped in the room and unable to leave.

This most recent event that I am speaking of completely threw me over the edge when the convo was closed with the words 'eskimo kisses'. Yes, that's right-I said it.

Now don't get me wrong-I'll kind of baby talk to the babies-you know, in the higher pitched voice I guess, but that's a normal reaction when the baby is cute and looking at you. But I have not once baby-talked to a dude I was dating. Ever. Which begs another question-

Do guys actually find this attractive? I wouldn't think so-but what do you readers out there think? I'm really curious....

Comment on a goal not written down is just a wish....

So once upon a time I was all about goal setting. I had all kinds of goals. Go to nursing school, independent study in the NICU, graduate with a decent G.P.A., get job at my current POB, live in Draper, lose the mission weight, enjoy my church calling, make friends in Idaho. I methodically checked every goal off my list.


But amidst all that goal-setting and achieving I forgot to think ahead to the future. Serious goal-setting has fallen by the wayside in favor of prefacing everything with 'someday' or 'next year'.


Hello future, I'm unprepared. Nice to meet you.


As much as I've enjoyed my goal-free-live-by-the-moment existence, it's time to reign it in. I've had some bumps in the road that were unexpected but it's time to hoist myself up by the bootstraps and get back in the game (yes, I just said 'hoist myself up by the bootstraps'-I don't know what that means but it sounds inspiring).

In order to achieve the goals I've set I get to do fun things like practice self-restraint and reintroduce the word 'no' into my vocabulary. After 2 years of doing whatever I've wanted to do this should be interesting but it'll be worth it in the end, right? And seriously, I'm not going to throw a fit like a 2-year-old if I don't get what I want RIGHT NOW.

At least not in public anyway.......

Comment On Purging......

No, not that kind of purging....I hate throwing up remember?

I would make a terrible bulimic.

But when I feel that I have collected a superfluous amount of stuff that causes my closet and/or room to floweth over, I have no problem 'purging'.

(My purge pile-went directly to DI by the way)

Not that I'm much of a collector of things. I was trained early on that things don't matter, and if you're going to buy something buy quality things and treat them well so they'll last a long time. When it comes to my stuff I have a theory that if I haven't worn something for at least a year or if it's been boxed up and I haven't missed it, then it goes. I don't care if it decreases the amount of clothes I have, if i don't wear it it doesn't count anyway. And if it's in a box and I don't even remember I have it-it's not being used anyway. Of course when it comes to journals or the few things I have from my childhood and my mission that goes out the window. Although sometimes I'm tempted to just toss away.

I think it's cathartic to get rid of stuff. As I toss out the old I'm literally getting rid of things that used to define me, to make room for the new person that I am. I feel clean and fresh and ready to move forward instead of wallowing in the past. I learn that I can do more with less and that I feel more complete when I'm able to move about freely in my own space. The feeling of walking into a clean room with everything in it's place is a breath of fresh air. It helps me to enjoy the silence and the peace. It's fantastic.

On a different note-the moose pants were an official casualty of the purge party. So long moose pants......