Listography

Today is a day for lists.

LIST #1: Instructions for Baby

 

INTRO TO LIST 2: I finally got to go home for a while for Christmas, and I loved it! I haven't been able to visit home very often because I've been working so much, and I've really missed being with my family and being at home. 

LIST #2: Things I Love About Home (in no particular order)
     1. Falling asleep to the sound of the heater vent. Ahhh, dear heater vent, I love you! One of my favorite things to do around Christmas is to sit on the heater in the living room with a blanket, and look at the tree, all lit up and stuffed full of homemade ornaments. (I'm not kidding about the plethora of ornaments. The tree is more ornament than tree. All homemade. It's by far the best Christmas tree I've ever seen. FACT.)
     2. Real food. Yes, I'm not ashamed to admit that one of the best parts of home is having real food. Food always tastes better when Mom makes it.
     3. Family. Playing games, laughing until all hours of the night, skating on a frozen pond, dumpster diving, playing with babies, creeping on people, etc.
     4. This house has everything. Washer and dryer, dishwasher, working toaster, a microwave that doesn't smell like a chain smoker, pots and pans, dishes, knives that actually cut, a yard, towels, a huge supply of toilet paper, medicine, furniture--the list goes on and on. (Woah. This is a list within a list. Mind blown.)
      5. I love the feeling that is present in my home. It's a feeling I can't get anywhere else in the world. Hooray for families and being at home!

LIST #3: Demotivational Posters. Because they are hilarious.

Smarts

Sometimes I feel really smart and intimidating. Like today, for instance, when I found out that I didn't receive my checks because I put the wrong address on the shipping order. Heh. Apartment addresses are easily mixed up in my head. But thankfully, I got it all figured out with my good old credit union. Bless you, AFCU.
On another note, I'M GOING BACK TO SCHOOOOOOL!!!!!! I couldn't be more excited! Today I got my tuition waiver all figured out, and I have almost the exact amount in my savings account that I need to pay tuition. Coincidence? I think not! So now all I have to do is get the stupid website to cooperate with me and my money, and I'll be all set. I never realized how much I loved school until I wasn't in it. This month has been especially hard for me. I feel stagnant, trapped, and useless. I'm very thankful that Heavenly Father blessed me with a job so that I could earn money to go back to school, but it's just been wearing on me lately. It's getting harder and harder to go, and I'm looking forward to having less hours next year. If I'm not at work, I'm at my apartment; and while it's a wonderful place to be, I start feeling like a big bird in a small cage. I have so much passion and adventure, and I want to go do things and see things and experience life. But I encounter some problems, and they are: money (or lack thereof), transportation, and someone who will go with me. Right now I know that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, but I get so restless when I feel like I'm not progressing in my life. I've been painting a lot, which helps, but the painting I'm working on now is so frustrating because I can't make it work like I want it to. I've also started running again, but lately my ankles and shins have started aching after 10 minutes of running, which is very frustrating for me.
So, since painting and running, my usual escape methods, haven't been working, I had to come up with something different. Every day, I go on an adventure. Sometimes it's pretending that I'm a speed skater as I walk to work, or a spy who has to avoid being seen by cars. I often go out at night by myself and explore the abandoned construction site by my house. I found a sweet construction tube there, and I can sit in it and spy on people. Perfect. Sometimes I walk around making dinosaur tracks in the snow, or I pretend that I'm a lost mountain climber, trying to find my way back to base camp before the temperature drops and I freeze to death. Sometimes I go out into a field, lay down in the snow, and just stare up at the moon and the white mountains. It really is beautiful up here, and Heavenly Father has blessed me with a greater love for nature.
I'm so excited to be able to go home next week, to finally get out of Logan, to get away from work and the same people I see every day. I'm so thankful that I can go back to school, and although it's been pretty rough at times, I've learned a lot these past few months.
So, I guess the moral of this post is: Don't mix up your addresses.

It's not funny, it's art.

Sometimes I feel like Blanca.