Dear Future Mr.

Where are you? How are you? I thought about you today. My thoughts went like this "I hope that God is preparing him like he is preparing me." The more I thought about that thought the more I realized that the man upstairs knows all and sees all. Therefor he will know how to help you and how to help me.

I just want you to know. That I'm excited when I get to meet you. Actually, that's an understatement. I can't wait to because well...Dear Mr. Future. I'm at a loss for words because of the welling excitement. Your pretty nifty. You make me all tongue tied and I'm not sure who you are, except that you are my future.

sincerely,
me.

I'm gonna die.

My brother was reading a book this evening and informed me that the book told him that when you fart your life gets shorter. True story. He said the book informed him that there is only so much air in a human body and one good floof could take away one year of your life. I feel like I've been cursed with gas. Not that anybody needs to know that. But since it's my blog and no one reads it I can! haha! So In light of that news I am pretty sure I will die at age 34. Maybe if I eat more beans I can knock it down to 29.

I never imagined I would die of over flatulence. I actually wanted to die of some incredible neat story that I could be all boasty over. Actually truth: I want to die with my spouse, I don't care how it is.

Ok. The first two paragraphs are slightly morbid. New note. A lighter happier one.

I was thinking about friends today. I am of the personal bias belief that my friends are the bst in the world! They are truly fantastic and have contributed to who I am today. I love them so much and in in debt to them.  Each one of them has left an impression. The thought crossed my mind of what if you mix them all together, all of their amazing qualities into one person. Of course that person would have some of their weaknessess. I thought to myself, 'self, that would be one incredible person.' Then all of a sudden this person sprung to life in my head. Can I just say, they were a tad bit pshychoatic. I mean can you imagine 12 differeant people shoved into one person. I mean....that's a little extreme. I feel like the man upstairs is much better at people making than I am. But that person is my head is really hilarious to talk to. Really really.

Oh and gotta put in a plug for Education Week. I truly know that God loves me. When I attended a class heavenly father gave me some tender mercies in the form of personal epipanies. I love to realize things about myself. Even if they are negitive. The man upstairs showed me things I needed to improve while the whole time allowing me to know that he loves me so much. Isn't that great! He loves me and wants me to be my best. I love him for it.

sniff sniff...sigh...I want a vinegar pie.

 Have you ever noticed that indecision has a sort of smell to it? It's like sulfur and strawberries.  Or  molasses and vinegar. It's like stepping off a cliff. Except you're not sure whether to step off the cliff above the lake or the cliff above a field with hundreds of angry buffalo. The choice seems simple, right? But really, in your head the images are blury. The buffalo seem to take on the image of a cool refreshing body of water. When you jump and land and get trampled then you realize that it was actually buffalo you were jumping into and not water. But if you didn't jump off that particular cliff you wouldn't have found that bajillion dollar bill laying by your right hand. Having thousands of hoofs tenderize your insides is only a small side effect (that probably wont be realized till later...but still).

K, so (cheese) water or water buffalo? If I jumped in the water, the real water, I could finally learn how to swim, that'd be nice. See what I mean? I bet you can smell it already the tangoing sulfur vinegar act and the hugging obsessed strawberry molasses. Well what ever you smell keep on sniffing.

Oh dude. I just found a third cliff. This one has little fluffy bunnies at the bottom. I might smash them if I land wrong. That's gross.

You know what sounds so good right now? Tortilla's dipped in yogurt. yep yep.

Meaning.

This whole time of me blogging, which has not been very long I have tried to remain aloof and not to give to much away. I didn't want to put to much out there fore a good deal of my posts mean nothing. They do but it's not an important something. From this blog on, the posts will have a meaning. Hopefully it will be seen. If not...I'll do better.