New Blog

Since I never finished the "Personal Progress" program while I was in Young Women, I'm doing it now as a leader.

aaaand...

I'm blogging about it.
Delayed Progress

Matchmaking

Jonah: Cleo you know how you're the youngest?
Me: Yes
Jonah: Well, when Gweg get's off his mission you should mawwy him because he's the youngest too.


hmmm... I never thought about it like that before.

You're right, Lyle...

It must just be Judy and me.

In Conclusion...

I'm really glad this is my family.

Yeeeeeah!

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Apostate Californian

Today I was talking to one of my wonderful sisters-in-law on the phone and she told me they had three inches of snow in Rexburg... and I told her I missed the snow! And I meant it!
The worst part of the snow for me was that I whenever I got home the bottom of the legs on my jeans would be wet, and it wasn't really that bad. I loved the way the city looked in clean fresh snow, it was beautiful.



Love it.




I also love being a goof.



and I love this girl. She's wonderful.




and oh so lovely, this is one of my favorite pictures.



For the record though, I do not miss the wind.

You guys!

I wasn't going to post anything about Pioneer Woman's site either but I would just feel terrible about leaving you out of the loop. :)

Weekend Giveaway

The thing is...

when someone would ask "What are you going to do with Communications after school?" I could simply say, "Oh something with advertising." This despite the fact that I really didn't know what I was going to do with it, and "advertising" is a little broad. Meh, no one really cared. Same with psychology.
"Oh really you're thinking about a major in psychology, huh? What do you want to do with that?"
"Oh I was thinking some kind of family or child therapy."
"Oh neat, yeah you can do a lot with psychology!"
"I know! It's great!"

But you know what? If you want to do something worthwhile with psychology you have to go to GRAD SCHOOL. I don't want to go to grad school.

I mean, I'm not ruling it out, if I find that I need to go to grad school, okay. I will suck up and do it and hope I'm not in too much debt by the end of it.
And that I'm still on good enough terms with the idea of "school" to send my children to one.

Animal science majors need grad school a little less than psychology majors, and I would be totally stoked to manage a barn. CALL ME CRAZY.

The fact of the matter is... When people say "Animal science?? What do you want to do with THAT?", (not sure if that was even close to proper punctuation just there) I say, "Well... weeeellll.... I don't know... I just, sort of, want to learn about it..." I guess I could say, "Well I want to spend my time as a barn manager or teaching kids to ride horses because quite frankly I don't want to be the main source of income in my household but I realize that life really doesn't turn out the way we hope it does especially where money is concerned so could you please stop freaking me out about the fact that my future is uncertain? Thanks. I will take what I can get. Please don't encourage me to change my major AGAIN."

I don't say that though, because I know people don't mean to freak me out. Or, I hope they don't. I would be out of breath by the time I finished anyway, who wants that?
Not me.

Dear supportive family who are the main readers of my blog, aside from a few select friends whom (was that correct use of the word "whom"?) I appreciate:
Thank you for letting me vent. I promise the next post on here won't have anything about horses or cows or animal science.

Love, me.

Happy Halloween!