Christmas Time

Christmas is a time of giving and love, and the muppet's christmas carol. It's not Christmas if I haven't watched it once. I love Thanksgiving, but the second I'm done digesting Christmas is taking center stage. I'm not talking I need to go shopping or anything weird. But I love Christmas decor and wonderful things like that. It's the time of the year to make sure you not only hide that person on facebook you never want to talk to, but their spouse too. Don't want to hurt people's feelings around this time of year. FYI, if you're still my friend on facebook I will talk to you. Why have a friend on facebook if you don't like them that much?

Christmas commercials. I enjoy knowing I'm not the only one that tears up to the army dad getting that card the says "I LOVE YOU DADDY!" I caught my sister in law and mother in law tearing up with me, so I didn't feel so stereotypical woman. I caught Travis tearing up at an extreme home makeover for a paraplegic. I knew I married good.

We re-watched President Uchtdorf's Christmas devotional from last year. I love his accent and how he quotes The Grinch. That man oozes love for all mankind in every talk he gives. President Monson does too, but Uchtdorf is the ladies man. No disrespect meant to any of God's prophets or Apostles, just saying Uchtdorf is adorable. I'm so thankful God has not left us behind in this day and age. We have a real living Prophet, and teachings of old prophets to guide us through any trials we face. To keep the Christmas spirit alive I'm gonna re-watch Christmas devotionals. I can't think of a better way to remember the reason for the season.

In other silly news, I themed our Christmas homemade and mostly free. All the presents under our borrowed tree will be wrapped in newspaper, with magazine bows on top. Some of the bows are made from Ensign articles that had pretty pictures. Don't worry, no pictures of Christ were harmed in the making of these bows. I felt it disrespectful because it's not just paper at that point, it's a picture of the man who makes me redeemable. You see my point. I'm also being extra silly and collecting pine cones that I will paint and set up along our apartment stairwell so those coming up to our apartment (we are the only people on the top floor) will be like "aww, look painted pine cones to make a Christmasy path."

Put up Christmas lights,
-Heather

Thanksgiving

My favorite part of Thanksgiving was enjoying my family. I'm really not a big eater on Thanksgiving. It may be a holiday, but I still get regular portions and extra dessert. If people looked at this holiday as fun with friends instead of a day you must stuff your face because turkey is so yummy and different from chicken!! Give me a break, I have turkey at least once a month thanks to my in-laws new diet. The only thing I ever get excited about on Thanksgiving is pie. The end. Why gain two pounds on regular food? It's nothing special really. Turkey, sweet potatoes(which I don't like), corn, regular potatoes, cranberry sauce(which is more solid than sauce and tastes DISGUSTING). I never liked potato salad. So for me it's a meal with a bonus. Sweet dessert, and quality family time. Very quaint. I guess my life doesn't revolve around food as much as it does for all you FATTIES!!! Just kidding. It's just hard for me to understand why we get more excited about the food, than the fun we'll be having.

I'm thankful for too many things. My list would get ridiculous and begin to sound repetitive. I am grateful for God, and my family. I'm also grateful to facebook for helping Travis find me and date me, and make me the luckiest person alive.

Now for my random subject, for I had to pay tribute to such a fun day, I'd like to talk about the Octopus. I just read an article about how to judge how smart an octopus really is. It was strange because apparently you can semi domesticate an octopus. Does this alarm anyone else? The person who wrote the article simply threw both arms in the tank and let the octopus "meet, taste, and investigate" them with all their her little octopus suckers. I know the octopus was just fed, and I'm sure they've had this thing since it was almost a baby. But there is little chance you will catch me giving that animal the opportunity to pull me in it's tank!! They're strong enough, and smart enough. And apparently they like to be pet on occasion. But I guess I'm like a birdphobic in this one. If I met the right octopus I'm sure I'd like it. Would I pursue this career? No. Would I volunteer to catch an octopus? Never. Is it the stuff of nightmares? Mostly. I guess I feel more respect and less understanding for a creature I will never own as a pet. That's right. Me, the pet lover, will never own an octopus. Even a tiny one would make me weary. And whose to say that big "tame" octopus wouldn't have used her venom just for "fun"? They do play around, why not kill a person. Bird is as smart as dangerous (beak) as I will venture to play with.

I'm thankful that I can sleep a little, but I'd be even more grateful if my body would sleep more than four to six hours a night.

-Heather

Posty Postit, Post it notes!

Now that I have a computer with semi-fast interwebs I can blog whenever I want. I just read an inspiring blog that made me want to be grateful. I usually only blog about my complaints because I feel if I word them in a witty way it'll be amusing and entertaining. My aim is to entertain you, reader or friend, and on occasion inspire. So no, I'm not going to blog about the many many things I am grateful for. I'll do that on the first Sunday of almost every month and keep Thanksgiving alive throughout the year. I do have an attitude of gratitude, although I understand sometimes my passion for writing isn't superbly passionate when it comes to things that matter. I apologize for not appreciating everything more publicly, and for complaining about that dufus who needs to take defensive driving lessons.

Well, one story of something I saw that I liked. A little background though, the Loveland public library has a really, really, REALLY dumb parking lot. The spaces are too small and the lanes are too close together so parking in a small space is doubly difficult. Travis and I were leaving the library and it appeared that there was a small bumper collision between two ladies. One woman was being sincerely apologetic while the other was trying to tell her it didn't matter. She said she had a neighbor who could get the scuff out, and if not it's just a car. It's not important. It was very kind of her, and it was a nasty looking scrape. I went out of my way to tell her that was very nice of her, and as she got in her car she said God Bless. It was nice, and at church the next Sunday I found myself itching to tell that story. Not because I felt cool, but because there is still good in this world. And I know in the end it will prevail.

Now the real topic I wanted to discuss, no not post it notes (it was just a cool sounding title), was my Christmas wish list. After discussing what it was I wanted I realized I want nothing really worthy. In case you were wondering my list is as follows: A hair straightener, rollers to curl my hair when I want just for fun and added volume, fancy banana lotion (if you had a sample you'd want this too), self tanning lotion for the winter, things to go with my crafty stuff. And things that relate to my crafts range from yarn, to sewing patterns, to cricut stuffs. I could also use some clothes to match the purse I know for a fact my mom bought months ago. Why else would she ask which purse I liked best and insist I pick favorites? My point exactly. See what I mean though? Sure rollers and a straightener will last and be cool to have around for fun dates with my bff's, but I feel vapid in my wants. I've always been this way, I don't usually want more than I need. And when I start to say out loud things that I could use or would like to have, I feel like I'm asking for dumb nonsense. If Travis asked me what I want for Christmas right this second (he's sleeping so he's not tired at work), I'd probably say fresh fruits and veggies. Which on some occasions feel like more than we can afford.

Feedback is welcome. I just wonder if I'm alone in this. Is Christmas just the time of year to ask for wants instead of needs? Maybe I'll donate my Christmas. It's not even Thanksgiving yet!! The media wants us to overlook Thanksgiving because if we didn't we'd want less and appreciate what we have. Like in the Princess and the Frog, "If you dig deep enough you'll find you have everything you need.", when Louis wanted to be human. I love that movie.

Avast Sleeping Beast...I mean beauty awaits,

-Anonymous

Wishes?

A dream is a wish your heart makes? Really? Maybe for you Cinderella, but I've had some pretty scary dreams about dinosaurs, oysters, and a few weird ones that just don't make sense. So I really hope I don't get sucked into a weird universe where I'm stuck in high school or one where Jurassic Park really happened.

Mostly I just wanted to blog about false assumptions and how we don't live in a perfect world. In a perfect world, you could have a monster (energy drink) logo on your giant truck and people not think you're an idiot. In a perfect world a thirteen year old can sit on her boyfriend's lap in the mall and not be looked at as a you know what. Sadly, we don't live in a perfect world. I feel it best to advise you stay away from energy drink logos. Who on Earth likes an energy drink so much they need the logo stamped on their car?! I remember once as a teenager my dad telling me not to hang on my current boyfriend and I started crying telling him I wasn't a slut. Wow, hormones. My mom vaguely remembers this, but I remember saying something like "I don't care what people think". Ohohoho, silly teenage version of myself. If Travis had met me as a stupid High School student he may not have dated and/or married me, that's why being stuck in high school is my worst nightmare. Prophets advise us to "avoid the appearance of evil", so if a bunch of LDS youth are playing go fish, it looks like they're about to play a game of strip poker. Which is bad. Okay that's a large leap assumption, but you never know what someone is thinking about you. If you did, well that's a parallel universe I don't want to get sucked into. See? I'm not even sleeping and I have the weirdest ideas.

There is my useful advice for the day, avoid the appearance of stupid/evil/energy drink consumer/overall weirdo.

Now onto random stuff about my life I haven't blogged about. Computer, got one, it's old it works, and technically it only cost thirty bucks and a couple things of cheese and milk. Being married to the milk man has it's perks ya know. Like bribing smart, geek friends with yummies. No offense to batman or his accomplice, I just feel like I'm super duper blessed by my friends. I've even limited computer time to less than an hour a day, I don't want my brain to turn into mush just because I have a computer now. Although I feel Sandusky should rot in a jail cell for the rest of his pointless life. All the internet brought to me was news. Surprisingly I love saying, oh hey did you hear...etc. I do that to Travis. I got to enjoy some babysitting. Not in between the ages of 4-12, but a real baby. Like almost 9months old. Super cute. Speaking of Travis, I'm extremely glad I married him. Not a day goes by I don't think, "I am soo in love with this dude." My goal in life is to have that thought at least once a day. Mostly I have it a couple times, but he's everything I didn't know I needed. Patient, talented, patient, loving, patient, hardworking, and most of all I love his PATIENCE! I'm not being sarcastic, he is a patient man and it impresses me. I know few people who are patient. His sweet mom being one of those few. It's just so easy to get annoyed at everyday little things that seem to take so long.

Funny story, I was hanging out with one of my best friends and she said, "I remember distinctly the day I got my small pox shot, it was December (I don't remember) 1968, I met my husband later that day." I stopped a second, "woah, my mom was four in 1968." One of my best friends is old enough to be my Grandmother. And in many ways she's family to me. Sometimes I feel like I'm in one of those books where the main character befriends an old person and learns many life lessons. So far I haven't learned anything I'd account to changing my life, but maybe it's the little things that slowly make us better. If I ever write a book about my life, "Sweet Grandparents" will be the title of an entire chapter. It sounds better than "old people who rock". This post doesn't have my normal swing of writing. I'll get creative in a few weeks and write something more entertaining. And I wanna make a shout out to batman's lovely wife. And I hope birth of "batman in training" goes according to plan. I'm using obvious code names so I feel cooler.

Until then, I just assumed control of your mind for the past four paragraphs. Scary isn't it?
-Heather