Give me a miniature horse & I give you my heart

I want to get one of these and keep it in my back yard. 

I want to get this miniature horse fitted with a saddle and put a baby doll on its back ...

Maybe this is a waste of blog space but I want one of these. I honestly didn't know they really existed. I wasn't in to horses because they're so complicated -- even though I've always wanted to ride one, just once, for the experience.

But yes, these are adorable. You could totally keep a miniature horse. Yes I do.

Passing out at work is fun to do

Yawn. Work was dragging the other day. I went in at 7 a.m. and I didn't go to bed till 3 the night before. How do I make the time pass by? Well the word "pass" definitely factored into how work "passed" by last Friday.

Are you looking for a way to make your job more interesting? Are you trying to make the time fly while you sit at your desk job? Are you looking to make an impression as well? Looking to get noticed at work? I have found a way to make all these things happen. All you need is a bathroom floor.

I was sitting at my desk that afternoon and suddenly felt the need to vomit. I'm a polite soul and so I jumped from my desk and ran to the bathroom. Actually, I didn't run, I stumbled, while holding onto various objects to keep me from falling.

Everything was spinning. I walked into the bathroom. My cheek smacked into a stall door, I slid to the floor. I felt like dying, I thought I was dying.

I was so hot, so nauseous and I was completely deaf. I put my head between my legs . . . didn't work; its not a ladylike position, it wouldn't work. And so I rolled to my right and lay curled up on the floor.

I was actually starting to feel better, the cold floor was making the sweat cool, I was thinking about stretching out but my peace was interrupted by a couple women eager to pee -- women are always peeing and so the bathroom is always occupied.

"Is she ok" said one woman to another (of course, as women we like to pee in pairs). This was lucky for me because as they assisted me to my feet, it required the strength of two.

As soon as I stood up I was assaulted with that feeling of death again. My deafness was replaced with blindness. I couldn't see. They walked me over to a couch. The walk seemed to last forever and by the time they sat me down I felt death knocking on heaven's door--cause that’s where I'm going. The couch felt amazing, I didn't know there were couches, always a good thing to learn. Maybe passing out was worth it?

I now knew where I could take a nap . . . oh and EVERYONE now knew who the New Media intern was. I had found a way to be noticed. I always thought hard work and innovation were good ways to get noticed but apparently laying on the bathroom floor can get you places too.

Somewhere among my dying thoughts I had the presence of mind to be embarrassed; the attention was embarrassing, the weakness was embarrassing, all of it was very embarrassing; especially, when they asked me if I was pregnant.

They were pushing to call an ambulance but I assured them I would go to a doctor immediately. I called my boyfriend; he picked me up, took me home and I slept for a few hours. I was a little loopy the rest of the night but basically fine.

So, if you want to get noticed at work, if you want to make thing more interesting then just go pass out on your bathroom floor, it worked for me.

My blank pages are getting some color

So, this weekend has lots of promise. Erin Topper is coming to visit and spend the weekend with me. Brandon's son Michael will be here this weekend. Madison and her Fiancé, Israel will be here too.

Lots of things planned including a possible trip to the Festival of Colors on Saturday, maybe a trip to the Salt Lake and a trip to Temple Square.

Next weekend hold promise too. I will be working Saturday but Sunday I landed tickets to the afternoon session of GENERAL Conference for Brandon and me. I am super stoked; although, he may not feel that way. Also, Madison is having an engagement party Friday night that Brandon and I will most likely be attending.

And then, the Sunday after this I will be in Maryland for a day and then North Carolina for Madison's wedding. After all this things will slow down but its all pretty exciting.

Looks like I have plans for the immediate future and some plans for a more distant future. I will be going home for July, coming back to SLC in August and may go on a road trip to either California or Las Vegas and then I will start graduate school at BYU, which will be my life for the next two years.

So, there you have it. I finally have a few things to look forward to. The pages of my future have been water colored; they're no longer as blank as they once were.

Get back on that horse, fool.

I admire those that have addictions but still keep trying even though they are constantly assaulted by these addictions, assaulted by others' judgments.

I fall; I get my act together; I climb back on the horse, only to fall off, again. The person riding next to me doesn't fall or; at least, doesn't fall nearly as often as I do. I can't understand why they don't.

Is it because they're a better rider than me? Am I lacking somehow? Or is it something else? Sometimes it is the rider, but sometimes it’s the horse, sometimes it’s the environment surrounding the rider and the horse.

We can be no judge of what causes others to fall. While some ride upright, tall, in their saddle; there are those of us that find our horses trotting too slowly, shaking us off or galloping quickly in the wrong direction.

We can't understand what obstacles the rider deals with. I look at friends, I look at siblings, I look at past relationships and I remember seeing them fall.

At first, their reasons for falling were ridiculous to me. Smoking? Why did they start in the first place? Drinking? Don't they know any better? Pornography? Why would you look at such things?

But then, with age and time, I began to fall myself. I fell harder and more frequently. Oftentimes I fell for the reasons that I had judged others so harshly on.

My horse hasn't been the best, my training has been a little lax and sometimes the grass covers an unforeseen hole on my path.

My point is that we don't know what others weaknesses feel like, we don't know what drives them to their decisions but all we can do is support, love, admire and respect them each time they fall and still get back up on their horses.

There are so many who fall and don't get back up. I admire those that fall, sometimes for the same reason every time and still get back on, still keep trying.

Radio LIVE ON!

While I own most of Jim Croce's music, it still gives me a thrill of excitement from my hip bones to the tips of my fingers when a song like, "Don't Mess Around with Jim" comes on the radio.

Some believe that the radio industry is dying but I think it is living and will continue to live. I-tunes, grooveshark, Pandora . . . all of those things are amazing, but in the end I prefer the random shuffle of music on the radio.

I like flipping the stations and either hearing a new song or flipping to an old song that has many memories for me.

My determination to hate SLC has died off

I've taken hardly any pictures since I have been in Utah. I've just been really busy and honestly, I was determined to hate Utah and so I felt no photos were necessary.

But Brandon took me to an area by the Great Salt Lake last night and I took some pretty neat photos with my little Cannon camera of the sunset. Wish I had grabbed the big SLR but the little Cannon (for what it is) did a pretty nice job.

Brandon has taken Sam's spot, while I am here in Utah, as my model, along with his dog Tucker. I guess these photos were really just for fun and to prove to myself that Utah isn't really that ugly (but the Salt Lake does smell . . . really, really bad).

I'm allergic to your PDA

I'm sensitive to your public displays of affections. I break out in a rash, a very contagious rash, and my nails start to grow at an incredibly fast rate. Ok this is not true but too much public affection is just disgusting.

I used to think I was sensitive because I wasn't getting any but I can get and get plenty of affection from my man.

My problem with couples is that they are so obsessed with each other that they can't see beyond the sphere of themselves.

I've noticed a decided selfishness and a grotesque increase in affectionate noises between loves who display just a little too much affection in public.

I don't mind holding hands, I don't mind even a kiss or some flirting but when company is present, please keep it to a minimum; especially, when the company is there to see them, communicate with them.

If they are dating that person, then they can spend tons of time doing those affectionate things, while I'm not around.

I mean, it's kind of like me having food on my table when a guest comes over and then eating that food and not offering them any of it. But not only do I withhold the food that they want but I also eat the food with as much gusto and noise as I possibly can make.

But, being etiquettly adept, you would offer me some of the food on your table when I came over. So, looking at this situation logically, just as you'd offer me the food, I should expect that you would share your man too, when you're so blatantly "eating" (aka kissing, rubbing,) him. So, if you want to make out in front of me or flirt in front of me, then you better not get upset when I try to get in on it.

Of course I would never really do this but too much PDA is uncomfortable, rude and inconsiderate.

So, get off your man when I come for a visit or don't get upset when I join in your fun.