Changed?

I'm in some sort of pondering state of mind right now.

I've been really bored lately and I've had a lot of time alone with my thoughts. I've been reading old letters I've found and old emails I've sent and received and I've come to one conclusion:

I've changed.

And I'm not quite sure if it is for the better or not.

In some regards I feel as mature if not more mature then the average 24 year old, and then in other regards I feel as mature as a 14 year old.

I used to be funny and I'm not really funny anymore.

I use to have a confidence in myself that I seem to lack these days.

I use to be a social butterfly and these days I seem to enjoy being a recluse.

I use to not get along with Jessie and now we get along really well.

I use to have tons of friends and now I have....well....not tons.

Even my beautiful hair I used to brag about has changed. Jessie said it looks grayish and the other day in primary all the kids made weird "What did you do faces?!" and asked me why I colored my hair, and I haven't touched my hair.

all in all I'm not who I used to be and I'm not quite sure if I'm comfortable anymore.

I NEVER Cease To Be Amazed

I never cease to be amazed at my crazy imagination/paranoia.

A really kind older gentleman came into the fudge factory the other day and I offered him a sample. Instead of taking the sample he gave me (and Tuna who was working with me) a strawberry hard candy.

My imagination went right to work.

Thought #1: Don't take candy from strangers.

Thought #2: Why is he looking at me kind of funny?

Thought #3: Maybe he wants me to eat the candy and it's laced with drugs and I'll pass out.

Thought #4: Don't be ridiculous Tacy he is wearing an Angel Moroni label pin! He is harmless!

Thought #5: Don't be ridiculous Tacy, he is probably wearing that pin to fool you into thinking he is harmless and this candy is laced with drugs and he is going to kill you!

Thought #6: I bet this really kind gentleman act is an act to make me eat the candy...no one is genuinely nice these days.

Thought #7: He already ordered and paid...why he is he just sitting in his car outside the store?

Thought #8: Is he waiting for me to eat the candy?

Thought #9: Good, he drove off. I wonder if Tuna is going to eat her candy.

Swing Dog Swing

My dog, while among the most annoying dogs I've ever encountered, is also probably one of the cutest.

Today Tuna and I took him for a walk/ride and we played in the park.

Nubbins discovered his newest favorite activity.

Swinging.

forgive the wind in the video.

Major Understatement!

I donated blood on Friday and the phlebotomist said I might "bruise a little" because of the difficulties she was having.

I've donated before and have never had as many difficulties as I did friday.

First the phlebotomist dug around in my arm looking for a vein.

Then, she must have poked THROUGH the vein instead of just tapping into it because about 14 mins into donating (you have 20 mins to fill your bag...once you hit 21 they can't use the blood and I've NEVER taken more than 10 mins to fill a bag) I started clotting and blood was oozing out from where the needle was inserted.

After that, she dug around some more trying to find a fresh stream in that vein so I could fill the bag.

Well the bag ended up being like 95% full and my vein just wasn't giving anymore blood.

I got home and had a little bruise, like she said, and my arm had swollen where she inserted the needle.

Now my arm looks like this:

actually that picture doesn't do it justice.

the bruise continues down around the other side of my arm and is really really dark purple.

And it's not just one of those really bright unpainful bruises...it hurts. PLUS it is still swollen where she inserted the needle.

Sing, Sing a Song!

At what age is it officially "uncool" to sing.
I remember loving to sing in church when I was little and then when I got older my mom would have to force me to sing.

I teach the 8 years old in church and there are two boys in my class who LOVE to sing.
When the pianist starts playing the music they perk up in their chair and belt out the tunes. There are a couple of other kids in my class who like to make fun of those two because they sing. Not for HOW they sing, but for the simple fact that they are singing.
I don't get it!

One of the little boys in my class is SO cute when he sings.
I hate to confess he actually made me cry the other day.
We were sitting in primary and he was messing around with a book his mom had given him. I asked him a million times to put it away and pay attention but he just kept looking at the book. As soon as the music started playing he put his book in his bag, sat up at the end of his chair and sang...really loudly, with lots of gusto. He didn't take his eyes off the chorister for one second. And he wasn't ashamed to be singing, even though is voice is weird and I'm sure no one but me knew what he was singing.
And it made me cry.

Anyway...I just want to know when it is officially uncool to sing, and then when it is officially ok to sing again.

You know you're lazy when....

You need a machine to crack your eggs for you.
Is this for real?!
I have always loved infomercials. The way they make every day tasks seem so dramatic is quite comical.
Here is another one for ya.

I saw this commercial today, but instead of getting the bacon wave you get:

I'm sure after seeing that commercial you thought, "Genius!! Why didn't I think of that before?!""
I know why you didn't think of that before...because cracking eggs ISN'T difficult!
And for $20 you can buy enough paper towels to clean up any egg mess you might make.
What a joke.

New Obsession

I used to hate buffalo wings.

Now I can't get enough of them.

I'm almost tempted to say the word love.

I think I might love wings.

that's all.