Roses are red, violets are blue..

Valentines day is tomorrow.... hurray (spoken sarcastically)

What a useless holiday, it is only good for spending money and stuff (oh, and for showing that special someone how much you care). However for all of us single people out there this holiday isn't much of a celebration, but more so a reminder of what we couldn't achieve. The sappy couples all around us just show us what we are missing.

Well, I say, who cares. Lets celebrate the fact that we can be happy with the point in our lives that we are at. Let us be happy in our current state of singleness.

For those of you who are not at this status, think about this... Valentine's Day comes around once a year, hopefully your special someone is there for you more than that. So why take special care on one day, why not make everyday Valentine's Day. I am sure this is not a novel idea, and I am not the first one to say it. It is just a small remind. Random act of love go along way, especially when they are not expected or anticipated.

Happy Valentine's Day

Oh and to the rest of us, Happy S.ingles A.wareness D.ay! hehe

Love it.....

Isn't this just the most PRECIOUS picture EVER.

Just Thinking

I am fairly certain that I am setting myself up for a fall.

Pass the Pumpkin Pie Please!!!

Today is a great day... A day all about thanks, and I have a lot to be thankful for. I would like to list just a few.

First and foremost, my Family. My rock, the ones who keep me grounded. Yes, I do frequently get frustrated with their nagging, but I know it is because they love me and they are often right when trying to help me.
Next, are my friends. I like to think of them as my extended family. I love each and everyone of them and thank the Lord everyday that I have such wonderful people to bless my life.
I am grateful that I have the opportunity to receive an education, even though I don't always take advantage of it by studying as much as I should.
Talents... I love the talents I have been given. The ability to move and express myself through dance and song just makes life that much more worth living.
I am even grateful for the "not so big and scary" blizzard that made campus close at three, giving me one more weekend to study for my test that I was going to take on Tuesday.
So thanks again; my family, my friends, my dance coaches. To all of you have touch my life in one way or another. Whether you were my shoulder to cry on, or the one that made me cry. Whether you build me up or break me down. I have been given a lot and have learned a lot over the past few years.
Now.... it is time to eat some pie

Ciou!

Oh the weather outside is frightful...

I can not believe that it snowed today. Granted it only lasted about 10 minutes, but still, snow?! I have lived in Utah my whole life, you would think that I like snow right? Wrong! People always ask if I ski or snowboard in the winter months. Sadly I do not. I would love to learn, but lets face the facts... I dance instead.
As a dancer, learning to ski or snowboard... not really high on my priority list, not to mention how extremely stupid I would be. People can say as much they want that certain things are not dangerous if you know what you are doing and you don't do anything crazy... I don't believe them. I am a mover, getting hurt and spending weeks or maybe even months not doing the thing I love, seems extremely ungrateful for the gift I have been given, not to mention it would drive me insane. So I play it safe...always. Not just in situations where physical danger is involved, but any type of danger.

Wow that was a very strange segway

"Mother Hen", someone once called me this. Did it offend me? Kind of, not too much, only a little. Why? I am not exactly sure. I think maybe because it insinuated that I don't know how to have fun, or that I like to keep other people from having fun or that I like to have control... over situations or people. I don't know? I get in a protective mood when I see these potentially dangerous situations. I blame my parents... I will forever be overly cautious because of them. It is how I was raised, but when I see my friends or family making decisions that in the future could eventually hurt them, I want to step in an save them from the fall. To that some may reply that falling is one of the ways of learning. Maybe it is... in some situations.

Maybe I just feel guilty about not stepping into situations in the past. I feel like I have to make up for them now... or maybe I see a pattern forming that I think I might be able to stop. Yet how do you help someone who won't listen. It is so frustrating.

To whom ever reads this entry, I am sorry. I have no idea why this all came out today, and to be honest I really didn't have anyone in mind when the words flowed from my fingers. I guess today was just a day of reflection for me. Point is, there are things I wish I would have done differently when I look back on my life, friends I wish I would have confronted before things went south. I don't know everything... in fact, when it comes to life and life experiences many people know more them me, but there is something inside of me that will always be protective of those I love... no matter what.

Once Upon A Time...

There was a young women who lived in a magical place. This place was filled with music and dancing. She loved to dance. Day after day the music played and the dancing continued. It was pure bliss. Eventually her feet got tired and her body ached and her head ringed with melodious notes. However the young woman didn't mind. She just kept dancing and dancing.
Yet her joy could not last forever. One day a nasty mean old witch flew in and cursed her and her friends with a horrible spell. No longer could they spend their days dancing. They had to work instead, and it was the worst kind of work at that. Homework! The young woman was still happy, but only every other day. The days of dance the terrible spell could not effect.
On a particular night the young woman sat at her window and wished upon a star, "Star light, star bright..." She concluded her wish and finished her work and went to bed. A few more days went by and her wish came true. A big bus came and carried her companions and her away to a different land for a weekend of dance and fun. Sadly she couldn't stay there for ever. For all the other young ladies wanted to get back to their prince charming s.  The young woman laughed at the ridiculousness, but deep down knew it was a nice idea. When they returned home, the work began again. It was almost to much for the young lady. She was sometimes sad, because of the work she had to do. She was also sad because her friends were sometimes happy and sometimes sad and she liked it when they were happy. She also wanted what all the other girls had, a prince of her own. So she wished on another star, this time not too eager for the wish to come true. "Someday," she thought, "but, until that day at least I have my dancing to keep me happy.
And so she danced into a figurative sunset. As far as we know she is still living happily, the "ever after" just hasn't happened yet.

Oh well,
Someday.

What else can I say...

About a month ago I was walking through the store when I noticed the "card" aisle. I thought to myself, "Hey, fathers day is coming up next month I should look and get some ideas for cards for my dad. As I was looking I came across the PERFECT card. It was written for my dad. So I bought it then.Today I gave it to my dad, as he read he laughed along with it, knowing how well it defined our father/daughter relationship. As he reached the end I could see the tears that he was holding back. It made me tear up even. My father is the most wonderful man I know. No one comes close. I have meet many amazing people and they are all very dear to me, but no man is closer to my heart then my father. I have learned so much from his care and example. There are times that I do get frustrated with his constant need to know where I am and who I am with. Yet I know that it is because I am his only daughter and he wants to know that I am safe and sound. Someday I hope to meet the one man that is comparable to my father, and when I do I will not let him go. I wish that man luck though because filling my fathers shoes is going to be pretty tough.

On this father's day, it is only fitting that I not only recognize my earthly father, but my Heavenly Father as well. My mortal mind cannot comprehend the love that He has for his children (me included :)! ) I have been so blessed by Him and owe all that I am to Him. His care and guidance that He has shown me through my friends and family is more then I probably deserve. He is there through all of my trials, opportunities, heartaches, and joyful times. He remains constant when everything seems to fall apart and He is responsible for all the things that go my way. I love Him and my earthly father with my whole heart.
Happy Father's day!

A little piece...

You gave it willingly, this little piece of you. Maybe it was your childhood memories. It could have possibly been your biggest fears. It could have been the moments where you never thought you would rid yourself of the loneliness that engulfed you. Whatever it was, you shared it with them. They freely and willingly accepted this piece of you. However you did not freely give. It was hard to let go of this small piece. This thing that you kept hidden so no one could see your weakness. It wasn't something easily shared. It took all of your strength to pass it on and all of your courage and faith to believe that they would still accept you when all was said and done.

When they didn't run after the first gift you found that a burden had been lifted from your shoulders. Your emotions seemed to float on air as you realized you were no longer alone to carry the weight of your cares. Someone else was now pulling with you. The mountain had seemed high at first, but with this new found confidence in this individual it didn't seem as treacharous as before. You kept spilling out information until this individual knew almost everything about you. You had put half of yourself into this person. They truly became your other half, knowing your fears, hopes, dreams, wants, cares, thoughts, everything. You felt as though you had opened Pandora's box in a way. Once you had started to open this box which contained all of you it was hard to close it again. It was even harder to put everything back in its place. It seemed now that the box was too small and if it weren't for this other person helping you carrying part of who you are, you wouldn't know what to do. So for the time being you keep the box in one arm and this person in the other. You wait for the day when you both take and burn the box forever ensuring that you both will help each other carry the others half, making you whole.

Vent Session...

Okay so at this point I am using this blog to vent, and right now my issue is trust. I trust WAY to easily. I seem to take everyone as they appear to me, and hope that I see the complete package. It is flaw and one that I should remedy soon. I trust that when someone tells me something, it is the truth. I trust that when I open up to someone that they will be considerate with how I feel. I have gotten to a point where I don't know how to tell when I am blatantly being lied to my face, and this fact scares me and depresses me. I don't always know what to believe anymore. Honestly, is there something about me that just screams, "Hey, I love to be lied to and tricked and let down." Probably not...but sometimes it seems this way.

As of late, I sometimes sit back and think... Why me?I know everyone thinks this, but at the time that these two words run through your head you are usually hurting. I feel betrayed, and stupid for somehow falling for it again. AGAIN! URGH! I guess I kind of brought it on myself. I was warned, but still trusted and hoped that everyone was wrong and that this person I believed in so much would not disappoint me. Well, obviously I was the one who was wrong, or else I wouldn't be writing this right now. At first it hurt, because I trusted this person with my feelings. I was bitter the day after and tried hard to get over it the next day. Well, now I am to the stage where the bitterness has returned, but with a slight edge of betrayal. I was trying to just, "forgive and forget," but then I find out things that I wish I had known sooner. Things that hurt and break me all over again. I don't really like feeling broken. I guess this is the first time that I have really felt this way, and I never want to feel like this again. Yet, sadly it is bound to happen. I just hope the next time I give someone my trust that they don't abuse it. I hope that they realize how precious and fragile a thing like trust is. Okay vent session over...