It's hard not to change my mind

For the first time in a long time I am moving forward again in life. That may sound weird to some- but to me it is a relief. You see, I am what some would call a wonderer. I moved every nine months to somewhere new. No connections, no family, no clubs, nothing.

Than I let myself fall into the Hole. I did not even notice it happening at first. When I finally did notice I skipped out of town with bells on back home. Home's always nice but then I had a job that was slowly sucking my soul from my body. And as it turned out...I missed the Hole.

So I found the fist job that offered employee housing and loaded up my car and was out. That was nice but one can only take being in the middle of nowhere for so long.

Comense a year of questionable choices and the only good thing that came out of it was me having the opportunity to help care for my Grandmother in the last months of her life.

That is one thing that I will never regret.

I still missed the Hole though and so about a year and a half of being gone I found my way back.

However, I have stayed too long and am now finally on my way out.

The plan is to go on a mission for my church. But I find myself every day coming up with other options. I have to re-convince my self almost everyday that it was my idea and I really do want to go.

I guess the hardest times are when I get together with friends and they tell me all about their recent plans for the future. My mind goes into overdrive, and all of a sudden I am wanting to do ten things at once and trying to figure out exactly how to swing that.

I suppose I am a little ADD on my decision making processes.

"Wicked Appetite" Book Review

"Wicked Appetite" By: Janet Evanovich

I get in these moods some days, usually at the beginning of a new season, when I just want to immerse myself in something of the season. Sometimes this can last just a few hours, a few days, or like Christmas - the entire season.

A few days ago I had one of these urges, this time for Halloween.

I am NOT into the holiday as much as a lot of my friends are. I like scary stories, and going to scary places. I like freaking other people out, and honestly I like getting freaked out.

I like the history behind the holiday, and the different ways that it has evolved over the centuries.

I could not care less about dressing up or going to huge parties. I will, but rarely take notice if i don't happen to make it to something like that.

When I felt like being Halloween-ish a few days ago I ended up at home with a new book (this one) three Halloween magazines, three books from the library about the pagan Halloween, and a DVD about the history.

Luckily, it took me a couple days to get to the book.

This book is not about Halloween - at all.

I have read a few of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum novels, and this new series has the same kind of antics.

I loved it. They border on the outrageous. She is a baker, specialty in cupcakes (which by-the-way had me craving friggin cupcakes for like three days now. I shall probably go and make carrot cupcakes when I get home from work).

She gets stuck between two cousins who both have exceptional abilities, and both are using her to help them find some things they need.

They end up getting help from an aspiring witch (who isn't that great), a monkey (who acts more like a human than a monkey, but has the manners of a monkey), and a cat (who never gets a real name, has a glass eye, and may or may not really be a ninja).

I don't want to spoil it, so I won't reveal more than that. It is worth the buy though.

Evanovich definitely stands up to her already stellar literary reputation.

Locks of Love

I have had long hair since I attended Gateway Middle School. If I remember correctly it was the seventh grade. For all those that don't know how old I am that was about twelve years ago.

A few days ago my friend Cate made an appointment for us to go over to Rexburg, ID and get our hair cut together.

Last night, while entertaining myself at work I decided something.... I was going to chop off my hair. Maybe.

The original idea was to get it cut to just below my shoulders. OH BUT WAIT.... I forgot the cardinal rule of telling the cosmetologist to cut about three inches longer than you actually want.

On the upside no I can donate what she did end up taking to Locks of Love so that some little kid will be able to have some hair. Accidental, but still a worthy cause.

Now I can't stop touching my hair. Every few minutes I am running my hand through the very very short locks. I did not realize how much I play with my hair until now. There is substantially less to play with now. Poor hair.... all chopped off..... all the pretty hair chopped off.

100 Days without SNOW

100 DAYS. That was it. Our Summer season in Jackson Wyoming was apparently only good for 100 DAYS.

It all started Yesterday afternoon. I was at work (I work at the front desk of a hotel in Teton Village) and I looked out of the front entrance windows. Expecting to see clouds and rain.... instead I found clouds and fog and SNOW.

We just got out of a record breaking winter season. For the first time in history the entire mountain opened on opening day of ski season.

It was still snowing here in June.

Now, don't get me wrong here.... I was never expecting an overly long Fall. A long Fall at all was really never an expectation.

It has only been Fall for about two weeks though.

The leaves have not even all fallen off the trees.

Gold, Green, and White is more depressing than beautiful to me.
When it snows, the world seems shorter. In the mountain valley in particular. The clouds just sit on the tops of our heads. One does not have to go very far at all to touch them.

And then the morning came..... and I woke up to this.....

While pretty... in October, again, this is just depressing to me.

I was desperately hoping to get out of Jackson before the snow season started.

EPIC FAIL

It is kind of quaint though..... If I really think about it.... admittedly.... and mostly grudgingly.

It's Official !!!!!

I am – as of two days ago – down to one job again. This does three things for me.

1. I get less money. Always sad.
2. I have more free time. I finally have time to go to Yellowstone. In all the collective years I have lived here I have never been. Yesterday I went. How sweet is that?
3. This is way better for my diet. Being surrounded by lots of really yummy ice cream twice a week was NOT beneficial in that area.

I now have lots of time to worry about working out the final logistics for moving and the mission. Yea for that.