my heart is lost in Alaska...

last summer, a week before getting my Wisdom teeth ripped out, i went to Alaska, on a cruise.

i may have left my heart there by accident.

anyways, my parents want to move there so badly their teeth hurt.
my dad applied for a job. we'll see how that goes.

if they go, i'm totally going.
remember how i always move? yeah....well, at least i'm good at it.

my dad had a call about a job today. cross your fingers so i can go rescue my heart!

the voice....

two voices, actually.

i miss That Voice...you know, CB, the lanyard guy. sexiest voice ever to go missing from my life.

two.
the show that is on t.v. with C-Low Envy, Adam Ravine, Christina Agulieriraiala , and Blake Shelldumb.
it's fabulous. watch it. yes, i know i butchered those names. it's legit.

one more thing:
i miss my Crazy Tammie.
all i want is to spin, yoga, do weights. anything. my poor body without her...
only, i think my butt is bigger now? muscle, maybe? either way, i was hoping for SMALLER! ;)
kidding, love you Tamster.

adorable...plain and simple.

First, watch this video. a. it's lovely. b. because i told you so.

p.s. my mom is walking down the hall as i type this. i'm in bad trouble. because i'm yet to unpack my stuff.
since she was busy telling me to clean my room or die, (she didn't actually threaten death) i didn't tell her i got a job.

you know the glow-in-the-dark stars that six-year-olds litter their ceilings with? i have some. i'll be honest. i always just stay awake a few extra minutes at night checking out my stars.

you know how i go through phases with words or complete phrases? well the new word-combo is "thingy thing." it could describe basically everything.

two and a half months. it's all i have left of my two-year No Dating moratorium. Maybe I'll go for another two years. i'll be honest. i didn't do so hot at it this time, as you probably well know. also in two and a half months...he's coming home. he doesn't write to me. but he's coming home. and we'll see how that goes. he broke my vase once upon a time. and with such a short time left of the two year journey, paraguay is seeming all too close.

rediscovered some fave tunes/artists today. where did the ting tings, anberlin, and k. clarkson go? oh, just into the vault of neglected music is all. have no fear, i opened it back up.

did you know i doodle my name on pretty much every single piece of paper? it's like a nervous habit...only not? i think it's more because i'm narcissistic and love everything about myself, starting with my handwriting.

now, if you'll excuse me. i must appease the Mama Beast. she's really not a beast. i'm just NOT in the mood to clean my mess. ugh. i'm working at cold stone tonight. i suppose that can clean* me from The Mess.

*and by clean i meant save. see what The Mess is doing? IT'S CONSUMING MY LIFE!!! 

yoga. and other things.

so my super cute trainer, Tammie, has added a 7:00 a.m. class on Tuesdays. i HATE 7:00 a.m. but there's something about waking up for a work-out with my Crazy Lady that makes it worth it.

the reasons i love her:
she invites me to lunch and other things. even family stuff, which really touches my heart. it's good to belong.
she reads me well and knows when i just need to dance or talk.
she's married to a great guy, Tom. and they're in mad love. it's kind of inspiring. like my own parents. it's kind of adorable.

(side note: my parents are teenagers. they're always kissing and grabbing butt in front of us kids. i secretly adore it.)

back to the Tamster. i just made that up. because i'm brill. that's short for brilliant.
she's being a Nazarite, and she's always encouraging me to be my best. thus putting her on the Unlikely Best Friend list. it's more than official.

she teaches yoga. and i am quickly following in LOVE with yoga. it's hard. but peaceful. there's just something about it that grounds you. i feel like a very centered person. it's lovely.

i had a little breakdown last night. a good pal reminded me i've made some major life changes in the past month and it's completely normal to be overwhelmed.

cuddled'fell asleep on B. don't worry. clothes were more than present. i was a good girl. helps that he's just a friend. who cuddles me when i'm needing it. which is nice. i don't want anything other than cuddling. and he's content with just that.

p.s. i'm going to write the dreaded letter and send it this week. i'll share that story later this week.

in the meantime, i need sleep for spin/yoga/whatever is on Monday tomorrow morning.

the thing about sisters....

sisters are like

 ladybugs...

they are

little ladies 

who like to 

bug 

each other!