For My Husband (3)

You know, love. I've been thinking. 

The guys I know now are REALLY going to make me appreciate how great you are, even more than I already would. Not meaning to harp on my guy friends Ok, so completely harping on my guy friends, I have to say that you had better be nothing like them. Haha, alright, alright. You can be a little like a few of them. 

The ones that make me laugh--you can be like them. I love to smile. You can make me happy like they do. I'll allow it. The ones that make me feel important--you can be like them. I love knowing that I mean something to someone. You can make me feel special like they do. I'll allow it. The ones that respect me--you can be like them. I love to know that I am worth even more than I think I am. You can make me feel like I am worth everything. I'll allow it. The ones that hold the priesthood--you can be like them. I love the spirit that comes with such a great blessing. You can be worthy like they are. I'll allow it. 

I have some great friends that are men, but unfortunately I have yet to find someone that has all of these things that are important to me all rolled into one great package. Does it sound like my expectations are too high? I doubt it's as hard of a job as it sounds. Being worthy of the priesthood is a worthwhile thing to do, regardless of me. Making me laugh and smile is easy--I laugh at pretty much everything. As for making me feel important, if you give me one compliment I'm good for a month. As for being respected, I'll just get back in the kitchen and make you a sandwich. Hehe.

Anywho. Don't do stupid things. No careening off of cliffs or drinking yourself into a coma. I love you, remember? Be good and I'll see you soon.

Your wife,

Chels<3

A Jumbled Mess of a Post

My life has been kind of hectic lately, even though it's super boring. :) I don't really do anything at all, and yet I am somehow always kinda too busy to get anything done. That, my friends, is called a lack of motivation to do anything but sit on my butt and watch re-runs of Grey's Anatomy. And I figured I should at least motivate myself to do SOMETHING, even if I am still sitting on my butt while I do it. So that little bit of motivation resulted in this blog post. 

I realize that I haven't been on here in awhile. I guess I just couldn't think of anything worth saying. It's like writing in a journal--it feels pointless if it's always the same thing:

Dear Diary, 

Today I didn't do too much. I went to work for a few hours, 

came home, ate, and slept. Blah blah blah blah

blah

blah

BLAH!

Yeah. Super boring, and so not worth writing about. And that isn't to say that now I have something worth writing about. I don't really. But I have to feel at least semi-productive.

News as of late: 

• My brother Justin and his girlfriend Ansley are engaged.
• I am pondering switching majors. Yes. Again. 
• There really isn't any more news. 

 

Oh. Well actually, I don't know if I mentioned that my birthday passed. Yeah, June 25th. I'd rant about how I'm getting so old or something like that, but I'm 19. I'm not old. For my birthday I fed a giraffe.

Oh! There is more news. Very recently I underwent a procedure that has been nicknamed the reverse Michael Jackson.

"Dat ghetto booty," as Dave says. 

Speaking of Dave--I cut my hair. And he really likes this dress. So. There. Behold the dress of wonder...and short hair.

And last things last, I have to address the Casey Anthony trial. I only have one thing to say about that.

Too soon? I think not.

Mood

I took a vacation. It was nice. Then I came home. Now I am listening to this song on repeat. 

That is all for today.