I wish it was Friday every day...

When I was in high school, my favorite day was thursday. Why? I'm not sure. I loved it. Until I had piano lessons on Thursday night, then it was less cool. Maybe it was because Thursday was Emmy/ Ashlin day....

(Disclaimer: I do actually enjoy my life. School is just lame. But I love Jake, and all the other great things I have going in my life.)

Anyways, I have now realized that the only day of the week I enjoy is Friday.

Sunday- I get so tired. I love church but I have a really hard time with my calling. But hopefully, with more effort, I will work through that pain.

Monday- I just hate having to wake up...

Tuesday- I have this Art History class that is basically death. It is so hard and complicated and my teacher makes all these really weird comments and laughs too hard at them... Plus she loves France and is feminist. But not just this-is-my-opinion-and-I-love-women-and-equal-rights feminist- pushy feminist. She can't even watch Little Mermaid because Ariel gave up her voice for a man and that sends the wrong message. Weird. Also, I am in this Ancient Mexican art class and its super repetitive.

Wednesday- I have a class until 7 pm. With a 2 or 3 hour break during the day. I get bored.

Thursday- I hate it the same as Tuesday. But on the positive side, I have a Medieval Art class on Tues/Thurs and I really enjoy it. Its a little rough because its at 1:30pm and its dark and I like to sleep.

Friday- I love fridays. I only have one class and I really enjoy it- its a Greek and Roman Lit class and my teacher teeters on the brink of inappropriate things to say ALL THE TIME. I work for like 6 hours which is a little rough, but at least my job doesn't make my feet hurt like my old job!

Saturday- I have to do laundry. I hate laundry.

So there ya go, my week is lame. But at least I have fridays.

Happy Birthday Mom.

Every year, for the past 8, I have HATED this week. Out of all 52 January 9th to the 15th is the worst. I just cry all week and I am crabby and my poor roommates or family or fiance or whoever I am with for that week just feels awkward.

BUT! This year, I have decided that instead of hating this week I am going to try very hard to remember how lucky I am to have had such an amazing mom. It is sad to say that I actually don't have a lot of memories of her but I have enough to make it through. Here are some that stick out in my mind:
- when I was 8, my Activity Days group went to the Cardston Temple and took pictures in our moms wedding dresses. Then, when I was 20 I got to actually be married in that dress.

- When I was little and my mom would brush my hair and I would fuss she would hit me on the head with the brush- hard!

- When they would get back from Lethbridge and if it was your birthday, mom would make you go to your room instead of helping unload so you wouldn't see your presents.

- Reading to her (9 books, I got through about half of the first one.) It was so hard for me haha. I would be reading, she would fall asleep but I wouldn't notice so I kept reading. Then later, when I'd start again she'd make me go back to when she fell asleep but I didn't know when that was, and she had already read them so I didn't understand. Haha, the hardships of being 11.

-asking her to get something from the fridge, when she was already standing and her saying, you have two legs.

- When I had a loose tooth and she would say, "Come here, just let me look at it. I won't pull it, I promise." And then, before I knew it, she would have it in her hand and I would be crying.

- hanging out in her bedroom.

- Watching Ice Age and Legally Blonde and her laughing so hard Dad had to turn it off.

- Her getting upset because I brought her a milk chocolate pudding cup instead of a fudge one.

I just love my mom, and I miss her everyday. Happy Birthday Mom, I wish we could celebrate it together.