Boy

I miss my brother. i called him boy. he called me sister girl.

i went to one of his best friends homecomings today and i just wish it would have been his.

no one can describe my brother. you just have to meet him cause he is just ian. he is extremely blunt and straight forward but in a way that endears you. i miss him telling me exactly what he thinks of this world. he never tried to put himself in someone elses shoes, so his views were always very skewed, but i loved them. he always told me very bluntly if i was wearing too much make up or didn't look like i cared about myself. i actually miss that. i love his honesty. and oh the tact he lacks. i love it.

i hated him when we were little. he loves bugging. and he takes things too far a lot of the time. but its just how he is. you get used to it. then you learn to do it back. haha. my mom always said that i got away with saying things to ian that no one else could get away with.

ian loves learning something new and then sharing it with you. he loves to teach in a way that makes you think and sometimes makes you feel stupid haha. he doesn't have much patience until he tries to teach you something. he takes the time to make sure you get it. but he can be a pretty harsh teacher sometimes.

i remember once he was teaching me to drive stick. he was driving us home after i had finally started to get it in one of the many church parking lots in pleasant grove. we stopped on a huge hill and he said ok drive us home. anyone that drives stick knows hills are VERY hard. especially when you are learning. now the problem was i REALLY had to pee. he very matter of factly told me that if i wanted to use the bathroom i was going to have to get up that hill some how.
i drive up hills perfectly.

ian never sways from a belief. he is out serving a mission in brazil right now and i know he is doing amazing. he's been out for a year and i miss him like crazy. i can't wait till he gets back.

oh the plants

the joy of working in an herbarium full of smelly plants is, on occasion i come across words that make me giggle to myself. of course everyone else that works in the herbarium actually likes plants and they know why the heck the plants have the name they do. but i don't. so i giggle about the names such as:

Wawawaiensis or almost as good, Happolopapis.

i have really seen these names. this is the part of working at the herbarium i like. the part where i see wierd words then i go get the plants and realize they are actually sage brush. why can't they just call them sage brush? but you know whatevs.

just try to pronounce this please

wa-wa-wa-IENSIS! or hap-polo-pap-IS!

yup

sometimes i fall asleep on a couch in the memorial room in the wilk.


sometimes after i fall asleep i have really weird dreams about my mom and micah coming in and not being quiet when it is a quiet room and then anndee, devon, eli, and devon's little brother. that he doesn't have. and five month old eli keeps running away from his mom and i have to carry devon's brother. who is older than me. then i can't get a plane for those dang jonas brothers because i can't punch out the people shaped tickets quiet right and finally i end up stranded with the jonas brothers in the jungle. the jungle that has conveyer belts going every where. those jonas brothers are more annoying than you'd think. they didn't want to signal down a plane. they just wanted to learn how to live with the monkeys in peace. (micah i really hope you read this.) p.s. this is the condensed version of my crazy dream.


sometimes i wake up in the memorial room after having a crazy dream and my whole sleeve is wet.


sometimes i wonder how many people stare at the sleeping, drooling people in the memorial room.

mmmmhmm. i love sunday.

i've decided that sundays are just the best day ever. it feels like every really perfect day is a sunday.
first you've got the weather. like this sunday the weather is the very best fall weather i could ask for.
but mostly just this sunday has been really nice.

i woke up....late....which is nice. i like sleeping in on occasion. (my mother is laughing right now and saying 'on occasion?!' love you mom.) anyway....then i went and met my mom and micah at the hospital to visit my dad.
it was great to see him. he looks really good and seems to be doing a lot better. we had a really nice conversation about the pictures on the walls of the hospital (all of which were no where close to his pictures. he is the most amazing, artistic photograher i've ever seen) and doing 'laps' around the nurses station and over to the vending machines.
i love my daddy. he is so smart and so creative and definitely my hero.

so that was the start to my day. after we were done visiting my mom, micah, and i went back to my house in pg. i love it here. (i'm here right now) i love when micah hasn't seen me in a while cause he won't leave me a lone when i come to visit :) i love that little boy. who i guess isn't so little seeing that he is taller and weighs more than me. but i still love him.

we ate a late lunch over at the howards. i love dena howards food. she cooks like she is from the south. everything has so much flavor and butter. i love it. the howards are the greatest people. they will literally give you the shirt off their back if they think you need it. or even want it. that whole family is so giving.

i went on a scooter ride with trent after lunch. i've only ever driven a scooter once in my life so it was interesting at first. i killed it a few times. how you kill an automatic i don't know. but i did it. haha. it was nice to get out into my neighborhood again. feels like i haven't seen any of it for a very long time.

i ran today. first part of my new resolution to run every day. haha anyone that knows me won't believe i'm going to do it. but i will show you all. and i will out run you all too.

i'm trying to be better about exercising and eating right. i've decided its time i said goodbye to my truest friend. diet coke. (mom i'm serious.) so goodbye diet coke. maybe if i get a migrane i'll turn to you once more, but for now farewell. someone else will have to drink you. try my mom. she would. :)

i just love my family. my little brother is so amazing. sometimes i wish i was as nice and open as he is. he has soooo many friends, and good grades, and he rocks at football. i hope he keeps it up. cause he is awesome and i love him. he is my poopsie after all :)

OH BOY! my laundry is done! i love folding warm yummy smelling laundry! yay! folding time here i come.