I am a Horrible Aunt.

So, on facebook earlier this week this happened:

So...this is interesting because I am also friends with this person:

And so when the first Jennifer requested my facebook friendship, I was confused. I figured it was the second Jennifer, but I was already friends with her. She is my sister-in-law's sister. She's a handful of years short of being old enough to be my mother and she's just the type of person you don't see running around making multiple facebook pages -- or even spending all that much time on the one she already has. So the back of my mind was confused, but I overlooked it. Especially that cute but cheesy picture of the wolves.

Then this happened:

Which is weird because this was into the ""Lynn Nelson Family" group, defined as:

Lynn is my Daddy.
So my brother adding my sister-in-law's sister made no sense.

Then it hit me.

...

But it's okay. I just never refer to my darling Jenny Ann as "Jennifer Christensen."
That's awkward.
So it's natural that that combination would not make me realize that my Jenny Ann got a facebook account the day she turned 13.

Also it's okay, because John said that when he saw

He thought of

Whose name is not nor ever has been "Jennifer." (at least we're pretty sure)

Have You Ever Been to Mexico?

Anti-bacterial

I am sitting in class.
I am blogging from an iPod.
I am blogging about a "pocket-bac" hand sanitizer.

courtesy

I was early for class, so I sat outside. I was bored. How did I entertain myself?

Did you know that if you turn a small plastic bottle around and around that a small bubble forms and attaches and detaches from the main bubble?
It made me happy.

The bubble is now squished out.

The end.

Zzzzzumba

I enjoy dancing. I am uber jealous of all those lovely ladies that grew up dancing. You're dead lucky, ya'll. (Not that I'm going to kill you from jealousy. That would be breaking a commandment...or two)

Instead of growing up dancing, I grew up believing that dancing was bad. I was never taught this, I just never got to and that had to mean it was bad? I still don't understand my younger self.

Anyhow, then I grew up (a little) and I decided that dancing was far from bad, I could dance, and I loved to dance. But lack of 15+ years of already knowing all this had prevented me from logically pursuing that dream much further.

I still try.

When signing up for classes, I wanted to take a dance class. Unfortunately none of them worked for my schedule. This made me quite sad.

So, instead, I decided to give Zumba a try. It wasn't all that appealing to me, but everyone is raving about it. Usually that's why things aren't appealing to me. But that's beside the point.

I don't like Zumba.
I understand that it is much better than aerobics or whatever, in that it gives you more of a workout and it's more fun. That's fine and dandy, but I don't like aerobics either.

I don't like exercise for the point of exercise. This is one of the many reasons I am not model material. I don't enjoy exercise. I'd much rather be doing something fun.

I do enjoy running, but NOT because it is exercise. I enjoy it because I enjoy seeing the world around me, I like the chance to think, and I'm good at it. (Therefore, I a treadmill would never be used in our house.) But since I am so out of shape, running is not currently fun for me.

So I want to dance. Dancing is fun, and I get to learn and grow.

Zumba is just work. I'm done after about ten minutes. Unfortunately the class is an hour long. Ah well.

Breather for Thoughts

So...school has completely overwhelmed me. I don't even know where to start to explain that. So I won't.

However, school has also given me tons of things to think about. At least an average of once a day I come up with some completely brilliant idea that I really want to share with the world through this, my creative outlet/aka blog. But whenever I'm near the computer and remember these things, I have to think about all the homework I'm behind on, or soon to be behind on. So I can't blog. Instead, I procrastinate.

How does that make sense? It shouldn't, but it does to me. Because blogging takes at least a half hour, usually more like 3 or 4 hours, though occasionally 2 or 3 minutes. Surfing the net, video games, and other simple, non-committal time wasters take "10 or 15 minutes" and are therefore justifiable temporary stress releases. Hahaha...so we won't talk about how those "10 or 15 minutes" are the real reason I'm overwhelmed with school.

Anyhow, I just wanted to get on here and mention a few thoughts that have come lately. Hopefully someday I can find the time, energy, and lack of complete laziness to elaborate. But for now I want to at least get my thoughts out.

1) I love love love my husband. I never tell anyone that enough. I think he's the most wonderful man on the planet and I feel overwhelmingly blessed to have married him. He's given me everything a girl could want and we have a relationship that is better than even I imagined marriage would be.

2) Despite my many shortcomings, I love being me. I am of great worth and I do have a lot to offer this world and especially those around me. I may not be talented or committed or driven the same way others are, but I am very valuable. The way I wish to live my life is not something to be looked down on.

3) I am a dang good friend. I may not have always thought that, and I definitely didn't think that others agreed with that, but I'm realizing that it is true. I know I can be awkward to meet sometimes and I'm not smooth at starting friendships, but once you mean something to me you're part of my life forever, and I'm not going to let that slide. I make the effort to spend time with people, or at the very least keep up with their lives. Not everyone can keep track of everyone, but I manage it, and that's something to be happy about.

4) I have a fairy tale life. Get married, go off and do awesome things, still have a social life, hubs gets a great and very secure job, buy an enormous house, become a cute housewife, be prepared (enough) for children when the time comes...I am ridiculously blessed.

5) I'm still a talented writer and a critical thinker. Don't judge my blog too harshly; this is me being very casual. I'm intelligent and I'm good at expressing my many opinions in the right context. I love feeling accomplished when I've written a good paper or when I'm learning a lot in a class.

6) I love my religion. It simply cannot not be true. I love how complex and yet incredibly simple it is, all at once. I love how much I can learn and understand and grow in the gospel; yet the most growth comes from the simple things I've been taught to do since I was old enough to talk.

7) This won't make any sense, but:
I love how I handle stress. I simply don't. Stress doesn't allow me to work; it forces me to crumble and be incapable of handling anything related to the cause of stress. So I don't stress. I find ways around stressing. I start to stress and I have to force myself to take a breather. There's no way stress is the answer, so I don't allow myself to deal with it. The things that I love never cause me real stress. Not only that, but when I do stress and then take a breather so I can function, life is so much more beautiful. I can thoroughly revel in the things that bring me joy.

Um...that's it for now. :)

OK Stick Man

:)

Random PRTSC

Sometimes, I take a screen shot
(you have a little button that says "PRTSC")
because my life is hilarious.
      ...and my life exists on the computer?


Of course I save the hilarious bits, but they're only so hilarious if I don't share them.
So I am going to share
Because they are hilarious.

Crime Scene Hot Shoe

Am I the only one who thinks this picture looks like it was taken straight from a crime scene?

Facebook Anniversary Reminder

Thank you, Facebook. I had no idea.

John Smack Brin

I swear, officer, I just ran into a firewall!

Volatile Savings

Disclaimer: 

I have never been to a crime scene.

I know when my Anniversary is.

John does not beat me.                                                   (physically or at games :P)

We are fairly smart with our finances.