I hope you Dance...

This morning I was talking to my friend Brock. Yes the Brock that for sure Annie and Chelsea know. Anyway, we were talking about the great mystery and confussion of reading the opposite gender. Then he said it is really is like a dance. And I asked him to explain and this is what he said:

"Well, both people try to sway to the other's tune trying, in turn, to show the other their interest while battling the urge to drop the beat and run. In other words, it's two people dancing to the tune of their hearts in order to show the other how they feel. The tricky part comes in when no one's willing to lead."

I don't know about you girls but I found this pretty profound. And also add to this...Isn't it the guys job to lead? I thought so.

A Charming Glimpse of a Silly Girl's Subconscious

So, upon request, I've decided to post this little red moment on the blog. Enjoy!:

Wow, my surgery was quite the experience! I've never had such an encounter with hospital stuff before. IV's, heart monitors, being hooked up to all sorts of machines, being on my hospital bed in my hospital gown and hospital slippers... It was all very new to me. I was trying so hard not to be scared. As I lay on my hospital bed waiting to be wheeled into the operating room (at which point I'd part ways with mom, which I didn't like the idea of), Mom and I just kept talking about Jason and happy things. I was singing lovey-dovey songs and just trying to twitterpate myself and think happy things to shut out all thoughts of nervousness. (Which was evidently quite effective, I must say!) Finally, the nurse and doctor wheeled me away, and I said bye to mom as if I was out on some adventure. Keeping an adventurous outlook can make a scary thing so much less scary; I'll remember that this next week when I go back down to school. Life is one big adventure! Huzzah!

ANYWAY, my wonderful operating team was just so nice and warm and helped to further lighten things up. The operating room seriously had a feeling sort of like there was about to be a pizza party there for some little kid's birthday--talk about amazing reassuring skills of the medical team! We talked about school; my surgeon was pro-BYU, and my anesthesiologist was pro-Utah, so there was some playful banter there- all good and wonderful. I didn't remember anything after that, and I woke up later in my recovery room.
My mom came in and was shortly followed by Dr. Vanleeuwen, who had the cutest all-knowing smile on his face. After asking how I was, he paused for a little bit and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?" A shy smile spread across my face. "What did I say??" "Well, right as you were going under, I said 'Pick a good dream...'" My response, in a sweet, sleepy little girl voice:
Oh I've already got that. It's Jason Woolsssey.
Who knew my subconscious could be so heartwarming? :)

Practically Family

So I moved in to my new apartment. The girls are super friendly and we were having a jolly time exchanging our past boy stories because everyone loves a good silly boy story. As we told our stories we were using the aid of facebook to help us see who these boys are. I was telling a story about a certain Benjamin Smith when my room mate sees his facebook and shouts how do you know Ben! That's who the story is about... HE'S MY COUSIN! Oh snap, we could not stop laughing. What are the odds that my roommate would be the cousin of someone I have so much history with.. oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. We are now very excellent friends. :) hahahaha

Most Embarrasing Moment

I am proud(?) to say that I have embarrassed myself for the LAST TIME at my RSP unit, (which is the unit I was in to get me ready for basic). Every month I went, it seemed like something happened to me, or I did something to completely make a fool of myself, and well.... I was foolish to think I could weasel out of it this time, even if it WAS my last time there. So, here it goes... (maybe I'll feel better if I can tell people who can just laugh with me about it and I'll stop worrying as much.)

Today was my "hand-off" ceremony, where they "hand-off" the soldiers who have completed their training to their new unit. I showed up early, in the right uniform, and I was feeling great. This was something I'd looked forward to all since my first day at RSP. They explained how things would work: they'd call our names and we'd come in front of the company and stand at the position of attention while they read a little thing about how we have become professional soldiers in the US Army and we can be ready to be called upon at any time, and they want to recognize our accomplishments, etc., etc. Then they would announce the high honor graduates (there were two out of the five who were honor grads), then they'd have us fall out and we'd be free to go. Too easy, right??

Everything went great! Just as planned. Except when we got to the part where the Sergeant was supposed to release us, he whispered, "You all ready for your speeches?" What? Speeches? Nobody said I'd have to get a speech!! However, everyone else nodded and looked like they knew what they were doing, and it would make sense to have the graduated soldiers pass on their words of wisdom... so I decided to just watch and play along. They began with the private at the end of the line to my right side (I'm in the middle, two on each side). He stepped forward and told people to stay motivated, and to have some fun, and gave them reassurance that they could do it. At this point, my hands are starting to sweat and I'm slightly freaking out because I DO NOT want to give a speech in front of everyone, especially all the officers who were there to watch! Ahh! I racked my brain for something good and worthwhile to say...by this point the next guy was just about done. He pretty much said the same thing as the other guy, just rephrased a bit, which was exactly what I'd planned to do. Snap! I did some quick thinking on my feet, took a deep breath, and after he was done, I took my step forward. I told them to have fun with it, it may be hard, but its definitely do-able, and to remember why they joined to help them get through. I finished my little pep-talk still feeling extremely silly and exposed, and took a step back and waited for the guy next to me to step forward. Before he did, the sergeant called us all to attention and then released us! I was thinking, wait, what about the other guys? Don't they get a chance to talk?? Thats not fair, why did they make me talk and they got to get out of it?!?!? Then it slowly dawned on me.....

The two males in front of me were the two honor graduates.... They were the only ones who were supposed to talk!!! After the second guy was done, THAT'S when we were supposed to be released!!! I DIDN'T HAVE TO GET UP IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! And instead of just lying low, I took it upon myself to get up in front of everyone and make a fool of myself. Everyone else knew how it was supposed to go, how come no one ever told me?? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Now I look like the total and complete idiot who loves attention and just HAD to steal the floor to put my two cents in... Ugh, girls I was so HuMiLiAtEd!!!! I think I was the cause for a few rolled eyes and many chuckles from all the NCO's and officers watching in the back.... Oh my gosh!!!! AAARRRGH! I. AM. SO. EMBARRASSED. I may never get over this. My only hope is that by sharing it with others, maybe someday I'll be able to look back on this and laugh at what a nut I am... But for now, feel free to laugh and invite me to share the humor, please!

Carrots

So a while back, Chelsea and I were discussing "comfort foods." Most girls pull out the kegs of "Triple Choc Choc Choc Chocolate Chunk" or "Uncle Booba's Big Belly Batter Brinkle" when they want to cry through life, but I told Chelsea that carrots are a great emotional food. Have you ever eaten carrots when you're angry or in the mood to eat emotionally? It's SO effective. You just hack away at them super-aggressively with your chompers--horsee or rabbit style. And the great thing is, you can keep shoving them in at break-neck speed and even after a half hour, you've still only done something good for your body. (Yay vegetables!) Give it a shot one of these days when you think you need ice cream. I highly recommend it! :)

Warning: do not eat too many. Your skin will turn orange and then we will tease you.