monday musings

My brother and I went to Fiiz Drinks in Bountiful this afternoon. (I go at least twice a week...it's cool.) I've got a pretty solid relationship with the Dirty Diet Dr. Pepper, but after being introduced to the Pineapple Upside Down Cake, I may need to mix things up. Just go to there. That's all I can say.

Nick got his learners permit this morning, so we went for a little drive. It only took me two minutes to calm down, then I offered some pretty good constructive criticism, if I do say so myself. I'm just working on being the cool sister. So we party.

Visiting teaching on the last day of the month is so fantastic. Visiting teaching on the last day of the month with your kindred spirit/pseudo mission companion Kasey is the absolute best. Everyone needs a friend like Kasey.

Last week, I told my mom I wanted hot dog boats for dinner. We didn't get around to it, and my mom left on a business trip this morning, so the hot dog boat making responsibility fell to me. Guess who's never made mashed potatoes by herself before. Me. I peeled, chopped, and boiled. As I mashed, all I could think was While You Were Sleeping. "Mmm, these mashed potatoes are so creamy." "Mary mashed them." Then I was getting frustrated because I'd never be Mary because those damn lumps would NOT come out. There was butter, milk, salt, all of the delicious things...but it just didn't work out. I don't think I'm ready to get married, unless my future husband knows how to cook. Then we'll see.

Peach cobbler is always good. As is The Scarlet Pimpernel.

Oh, and Albus Dumbledore is a genius:

Also, I do believe this is my 100th blog post. In case that's important or something. 

Not me. Not mine.

I feel like I learn something new about myself every day...and sometimes I feel like I'm having an identity crisis. I don't always feel like myself...but maybe this is a new me?

"You have depression? But you always seem so happy!" Girlfriend, that just means I'm doing my job right. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know... Frozen joke. But really. Depression turns you into a good actress. Again, identity crisis.

My life is really great. But sometimes I don't feel like I fit in it. I don't really feel like I have a direction. Just one day at a time in a life that isn't mine.