Sometimes..

Sometimes..i spend hours re decorating a blog that i only post on once a month, instead of cleaning my room, going grocery shopping, doing my homework, going to the gym, or sleeping --all rarities is my world.

Sometimes i am walking through Macey's looking for the good kind of Salsa and i just happened to walk down the hair dye aisle, and this happens...

Sometimes, i lock my keys in my car after i have only had my car for a week, and i have to call the 1800kiarocks number, so the nice man with the little balloon door opening gadgets will come and save me. and sometimes while i am waiting i hang out in Deseret book for an hour and read the entire missionary handbook and buy a copy of Jesus the Christ..(by the way, much thicker than i expected)

Sometimes making the responsible decision instead of the fun one, really bites.

Sometimes.. we have really bad weeks. the kind of weeks that really suck a lot. but then, we finish the Book of Mormon for the first time ever, go to all three classes on Sunday (i know i should be doing this more often), pay tithing that has been adding up for ages, hit the 60 day mark on consistent scripture reading, get an Email from an Elder we miss very much, and it feel good.

Sometimes i go to class and i love it. Other times i hate it.

Sometimes..Viva and i are mature, and we pass notes in Relief society as the teacher goes on about how immodesty and sexual emotions will send us straight to hell on a flaming chariot.

Sometimes i go to class and i love it. Other times i hate it.

Sometimes, work is so slow that i sit up at the hostess podium and scroll through my coupon app on my phone, and write down all the awesome free stuff you get get on your birthday so me and Viva can totally score next week.

Sometimes i go ten minutes on the stair stepper at the gym, for the first time since last summer, and it feels AWESOME.

Sometimes, i blog..when i should be taking a shower and washing the gross tan/gym smell off of me.