Whatta Weekend!

So last weekend was extremely eventful for me! The weekend began Thursday evening after my Psych class. Two words: Reconnaissance Mission. That's right. And what is more thrilling than a woman on a mission? Nothing I tell you. The mission initiator was my brother, Nik. My mission was in reality a sub mission to his greater mission which was also a sub mission to his greatest mission: Exaltation. Alright I'll stop with the fluff- He Proposed!!!!!! It was so great. That morning we went and picked up the ring, endured a laborious search for blue skittles, sought out the best smelling candles, ran laps up and down grocery store aisles, and sought out our most perfect destination with the ideal view. It was quite the adventure. As he headed off to work as most men do, I slaved away. (as most women do). I put together pictures, baked pita pizzas that I didn't even know existed until that morning, and compiled all of our materials to executed this weighty event. Then off to class I went. As soon as my professor declared class finished, I met up with my partner in crime: cousin Ashley. We dressed in black, and gathered the heap of supplies, placing them in her inconspicuous vehicle. We then headed out, and picked up Mama Rivers on the way. We found the designated area with only a slight confusion of location. As we began to sluggishly unpack the mission items and place them for display, Mama Rivers stopped in her tracks and hectically proclaimed that the eagle had arrived. It was panic from that point to the arrival. We were tossing blankets, trying to get candles lit, and flinging rose petals right and left. As they approached, we dodged the blindfolded bride-to-be and launched ourselves into a discrete dirt mound. They came, he knelt, she obliged. And that was that- they were engaged!!!
The result: a happy couple and dirt-covered clothes.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Now the weekend could have ended there sufficiently, but to my delight it went on profitably.

Next stop: Vegas Please!
My bff Vick is heading to basic training for the Army this summer, and so it seemed expedient that we have one last girls trip. And what better place than Las Vegas? So her, her mom, sis tally, sis crystal, sis' friend rebecca, sis-in-law kim, and I packed up Friday afternoon and made our way down to Sin City. It was a BLAST to say the least! I wondered a bit if it would be a success or not- you never know with seven women, two even being with child. But it was a success indeed! We enjoyed all the good that Vegas has to offer! (Which there is a descent amount despite the earned connotation of Sin City). We went shopping and walked the strip, saw Phantom at the Venetian which was ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE. I LOVE shows, and have seen many in my lifetime, but this one is easily in the top faves. It was so enjoyable and a well deserved break. Not to mention- the warm weather was to die for! Seeing as we came home to snow... Here are some pics :)
Seriously tho- One of the best weekends! I loved the people i was with and all the good times we had :)

Ken and Sue

Today in Psychology we did a little exercise called a Thematic Apperception Test where we were given these three ideas: Ken and Sue are both college age, both are interested in medicine, and both have applied to Harvard Medical School.
We were then asked to write a short story about them. I had them as twins from Texas. Sue got in to Harvard, Ken did not. He then pursued his life goal of being on Broadway and married his make-up artist. They were married in the D.C. temple and had 2 girls, 1 boy. Sue opened her own practice that eventually went bankrupt. Her husband left her with their 5 kids, but she found a job at a local hospital to support them. The lawyer that handled their messy divorce was, in fact, a total stud of a bachelor. After all business was handled, he asked Sue out. They fell in love and got married in the Draper temple. Sue was then able to be a stay at home mom and they lived out their lives happily together.
Okay now I'll let YOU be the Psychologist instead of me, and tell me what this T.A.T. shows about me hahaha.

To dance, or not to dance. (Decisions)

Even the title makes me cringe. Because since i was little, my answer has always been:

TO DANCE!

But I'm not little anymore. I'm older, and having to deal with the reality of life. It sucks haha. But it is wonderful at the same time. So if you know me, you know what a ridiculous journey it was trying to select a major. I went thru everything from Special Education to Advertising to Music Dance Theater, and finally found Psychology which i LOVE. And then i tacked on a dance minor, but there's a few problems with this. Besides the fact that I would really like to do a communications as well as a family life minor, Byu's dance program is very... old school. They offer three minors: ballroom, modern (recently changed to 'contemporary') and folk. Ballroom would be great, but i like to do that just for fun. Folk- Absolutely not. Contemporary is what i was leaning towards, but the program is still suuuper modern. Yikes! And not to mention its like one of the longest minors at byu. Plus! What could I do with it? I love dance, but i'm not sure I want to be teaching it for the rest of my life. I've seen my mom do it, and it is extremely taxing for a very low benefit. And sometimes i wonder if i'm still trying to prove myself. After my back surgery, i promised myself i would get back into dance. i did, i even made the drill team, but maybe i am still trying to fulfill this promise to myself. Dance is much more difficult with my back and sometimes depressing to realize my lack of motion range (which nobody notices but me). Why can't i just be kind to myself and give it up. I've proven myself, and that i could become a dancer even after two rods. I think i just didn't want to let that surgery change my dreams. I was set on dance pre-surgery, and i was determined to be set on it post-surgery. Although, is there anything wrong with changing your dreams? But it Is what i love, and have always known and loved. I am afraid to give it up, afraid to lose all my flexibility and dance training. Then what will i have? It makes me sick to my stomach. Granted- i can dance even if i Don't have a minor in it. But where? I've been out of the scene too long to do any local studios. The only one i would go to is Janet Gray. But thats in Salt Lake, I'll be living in Provo. All those years of training and money and giving my all, and what do i have to show for it? This is like getting your first wrinkle or gray hair- i want to fight it so bad. But am I robbing myself of greater things by holding onto it? Could I ever love something as much as i love dance? Or do i even need to? What if i don't have to replace it. What if i kept it where it was and just explored other areas of interest. Would that be okay? Its just that the dance world- its been my whole life. Because my mom is a dancer, I was raised at early morning rehearsals and backstage at competitions. She is HUGE in the dance world, maybe i feel like letting go of dance would be letting go of the life i've known with my mom aka my whole family. Do i feel like i haven't gone far enough in the dance world? I can't imagine living without the word 'dancer' implied with my name.
Thats scary.
But what if its time to let go? And i'm preventing the Lord from giving me something Great because i'm not willing to give up what i have that is Good. I just don't know...

But i am currently facing more decisions than that- the one that actually brought on the above described anxieties.

My job.

I love it. I love it for the people. I love it for the fact that i'm the go-to gal because i've been here the longest of all the students. I love that i know the trade, and i'm good at what i do. I love that i have so much experience. I love the ridiculously flexible hours. I love the people i work for and with. I love the atmosphere. I love everything about it so much, except the job itself. Its insurance- do i look/sound like the kind of person that does insurance? I love the secretary aspects of it, but i am not terribly interested in insurance. It is definitely not in my prospective range of interests for future careers. But i'm getting to the point where i feel likes its time to start pursuing those interests and working within my field. So i browsed online... and i found a great opportunity as a Creative Director on campus. (Don't even think about applying! haha). Do i feel guilty even entertaining the thought of leaving so many that rely on me at work? yeah. But, this is right up my alley of interest- i'm as creative as they come! Plus i have plenty of secretary skills built up. And so i think i'll apply. But then i got that stomach clench, the nervous type that asks me if i can really leave risk management and move on. I have it soooo good here! But i gotta leave sometime. Change makes me nervous. Leaving something i've known gives me anxiety. New things cause me stress. Taking risks makes me sick. But am I robbing myself of life and all its joys? Perhaps. Which this may surprise some, because I spent a whole year trying new things, and i am often the bold and fearless type. But that is another side of me. If i know i don't really have anything life-changing to lose- i'm there! But when there is a possibility that the grass won't be greener on the other side, I seriously hesitate. But there is always that possibility and always will be, how will i ever know if i never try? Some things to think about i suppose. Yes, i have commitment issues. I guess i've got some praying to do.

Wonderful Weekend!

Okay. So i was reading some other random blogs, and they were so different than mine. They were simple and peaceful, and pleasant and nice. Then i came to my blog and i felt like it was screaming, and hyper, a little crazy, borderline all-over-the-place, and complex. I was feelin kinda bad about myself. But then I realized- its because thats who i am. I'm not the 'simple' type. I tried that... and failed. Don't get me wrong- balance is always a goal, and i can be as chill as they come. But I am a person with passion and zeal and excitement and fun! They all had descent length blogs and humble backgrounds. I have opinionated year-long posts with a loud background and lots of boxes. But guess what- thats who i am. i have a lot to say and i flee from boringness, and thats that. I don't want to change myself or my blog, because its just so... me. Well now that thats out of the way- i gotta tell you about my weekend!!!

Friday!
Ahhh friday :) i drove to work (in provo), and sang to tunes from my ipizzle for all forty minutes. When my ipod died mid high note on lady a's need you now, i was so furious i chucked my mic (cell phone) across the car. Luckily i have about four other means of music in my car. It was a nice drive, i love driving- so therapeutic. Work was good. Afterwards, i headed to the temple. I can't describe what this was like. Ever since i moved home- life has been kicking my bootay. I was just trying to get thru each day, and not enjoying any of it. I didn't care to. I wasn't myself at all. In a 'funk' if you will. But the temple- well it cured me. Correction- the Savior cured me. But there were many events that he put into place to do so, and the temple was a very significant one. I hadn't gone since i moved home. So now i intend to go every other week. It is just so essential. I don't know how people can last any longer without going. Perhaps i'm just weak. If so- i'm grateful for it. Point of story: Temple was fantastic. After that, i headed to Lehi high to meet up with Niecie. Ahhhh Niecie. This girl is fantastic. I actually was friends with her brother, but decided i liked her better ;) haha no really tho- i couldn't believe how we just 'clicked'. I mean with most friends it's a getting to know you process- which is totally understandable because when everyone is raised so differently and grows up in diverse places- it takes time to foster a friendship. But not with my girl niecie. The best way to describe it: love at first sight. She is such an incredible young lady, and getting ready to turn in her mission papers! I really feel like i've known her for a long time. She gets me... and furthermore even then... she accepts and loves me. That NEVER happens! hahaha. Point of the story- she is my soul sista. Speaking of sistas- we hung with her family and i Completely fell in love with them! LaShawn has got it goin ON (with the two cutest kids ever), Jette was fabulous in her concert, and Morgan rocked my world with some killer make up skills. And mama jones... don't even get me started. One of the greatest women I've ever met. That's doctor Jones now! I know, right!? Just incredible. "You go on and get your doctorate, suga" Were her words of wisdom to me. :) It was awesome. We made our Turnt Up video... epic. You can watch it in Videos of Me on facebook. I really have not had that much fun in such a long time. We were trying to figure out how i can permanently join their family. Unfortunately Mama Jones only produced one male heir that is in a long term relationship haha! Really tho- they are some of the greatest people i've ever met. Here is a taste of what great adventures we had with TRIPLE TURNT UP:Like i said... watch the vid :)

Lets just say i woke up Saturday with some super sore abs.

Saturday!
I rolled outta bed around ten and went to town with the downstairs. Got some serious cleaning done, and ran to Blue Boutique with mom to buy lizzy's gifts for her bridal shower that night. (Never going in that store again so please- no more wedding showers). Around seven we, as in me, lizzy, tal, and chills, headed to Texas Roadhouse!!!! it was such a blast and So good to catch up with all the girls. Lizzy is stoked for her wedding and finally found a place to live! Chills and boyfriend... well its just a matter of time ;) and talli is fabulous as always- we are the single ones :) Haha so after dinner, we went back to my house to do gifts and dessert. I won't go into detail about the gifts... but dessert was good! Haha and then we had andrew (her fiance) come over. Chills and Lizard headed out about ten or eleven, and tal stuck around a bit longer. (i think its just because i picked her up so she was stuck with me). We had a really great talk! More like i had a great time talking.... haha we got on the topic of bryan (that never happens...) and she wanted the story. I didn't object (i never would) and so i told it. All of it. Beginning to end. A few hours later we got to the journals part... it was so precious. Then we talked about her life and then we got tired and i took her home about 1:30 am. As i dropped her off- she gave me some great advice about my Relief Society lesson that i had to teach in 7 1/2 hours. So i went home (mom was gone for the night) and laid out all of my teaching materials across the king size bed. I just dove into my lesson- it was so great i loved every minute! I was having such a good time and learning so much and letting the ideas flow, that it wasn't until i was finished that i glanced at the clock which read 5:30am. The gospel gives me so much energy that i didn't even feel tired! At that point i was debating if i should even go to sleep. (all nighters are not unusual for a y student like mahself). I decided an hour or two wouldn't hurt. So i took a 'nap' and then got up, got dressed, and headed to the church.

Sunday!
I gave my lesson, and it went really well! But seriously i will tell you why- because i'm pretty sure every prayer said that morning had a blessing in it for me. I was sooooo so grateful for these thoughtful prayers. THAT is why it went well. Not because of me- honestly this was my first lesson ever. But it felt so good i loved it! And the awesome sisters in my ward made it soo easy because they are all so willing and teachable. It was great. Later- I grabbed Janessa Winterton (one of the greatest, most kind hearted girls you'll ever meet) and talli hottie and we headed to singles ward. it was good times :) haha. So as you can see- i had a WONDERFUL WEEKEND!

Fetiquette Faux Pas

Fetiquette=

Facebook
(social networking site)
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Etiquette
(conventional requirements as to social behavior; proprieties of conduct as established in any class or community or for any occasion)

Its about time somebody said something. And, since I am such a willing soul, I will voluntarily be the voice of the people. You're welcome ;) Have you ever seen a picture on facebook and thought, "Yuck! TMI!" Do you ever find yourself feeling like your wayyy too involved in somebody else's personal life? Well i have the cure, for a limited time only! Presenting: Fetiquette. Aka Facebook Etiquette. The problem with facebook these days is that people are sharing way more information than anyone needs/wants to know. Its just.... Not right! Perhaps i can better stress my point with a few instances where fetiquette was incredibly neglected, yet needed. Here is a list of Facebook faux pas groups:

1. The Lovers. "i love you" "no i love you more" "1.3 more hours til i see you again" "happy 2 months!!!" "i can't live without you" " you're my better half" "i love you so much" "hey have i told you lately that i love you" "i lovey you more than life!" "my love for you exceeds the highest mountain" jerica's respons: GET A ROOM!

2. The Newlyweds. [jerica's interpretation] "i hate sleeping without him [i want to do what married couples do...]" "the bed feels so empty tonight [i'm getting insecure sleeping alone even tho i've done it my whole life]" "i want my hubby to come home from work so i can give him all my kisses [now that i am married i have no life without him and can't entertain myself]" "makin dinner for my sweet sexy husband [i don't want to become an old maid- wait where is my backbone?]" "i'm the luckiest girl in the world and have the most perfect husband ever [be jealous while i generalize]" Pictures: I don't need to see you mounting your husband in a playful picture, and i def don't want pictures of your honeymoon hotel room- I really hate feeling like i'm living it with you!

3. The Visuals. I'm sorry you had surgery, but i don't care to see your insides and read about your guts. Injuries are tough, but i would much rather prefer that you post before and after pictures rather than during with inflamation, blood, and things where they shouldn't be. Ew gross.

4. The Sailors. Thats right, profanity- not cool. I don't mind an "a" word or a "d" word every once in a while. But lets let "f" be for "facebook" only. Also, innuendos- please, by all means, keep saying 'thats what she said'. Seriously- those make me die laughing. But the nasty, inappropriate sexual references- really not necessary.

5. The Missionaries. If you are a missionary- Get Off Facebook!!! I don't think Moroni or Joseph Smith ever felt the need to check their social status while on the Lord's errand, neither do you. If you are going to do the mission thing, then do it! And not just half way. For girls waiting- do not obsess over your missionary via facebook. We know you miss him, but the weekly countdown gets real old real fast. That's why they made journals. So you can have your pity party without dragging us all thru it with you. And really- i think you'll be okay without writing on their wall each day. Insecure much? How about you learn how to stand on your own two feet while they are gone then maybe they'll give you the time of day when they get back. My missionary even took the 'bigger' step and deleted his facebook. Kudos to him.

6. Myspace Pics. I know what you look like, I don't need a picture of your face from every angle with thirty different outfits on. Do you realize how it looks to someone that goes to your prof pics and see a millions photos of Just you. At least throw a baby or a dog in there to give it a little sentiment. And consider different locations- Your face might not get as boring to look at if you toss an ocean or temple in the background every once in a while. Oh and please- keep your clothes on. If i wanted to see your body i would have just asked. At least charge for that kind of photo instead of posting it for everyone and their dog to see. And don't get toooo artistic on me, facebook can only handle so much eccentricity.

7. Gossip-ers, backstabbers, or extreme venters... Grow up.

8. Page requests. The most annoying thing since furbies.

9. 9 year olds, 90 year olds, and dogs. It is not expedient that you have a facebook page, especially since you will probably get on about zero times a year. You're either too young, too old, or not human.

10. The Creeper. If I don't know you, i won't add you as my 'friend'. If I Do know you and don't add you, no need to be butthurt, maybe i jsut want you to pick up the phone and call for updates on my life rather then let me freely feed them to you. You do still know how to do that, don't you? I mean personally- my only facebook friends are family and people that I see daily, with a few exceptions. Just because we aren't 'facebook friends' doesn't mean i think any less of you as a person.

11. The Vaugebooker. "Vaguebooking: An intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what's going on, or is possibly a cry for help. Mary is: "wondering if it is all worth it" Mark is: "thinking that was a bad idea"" ~Urban Dictionary. If you want that kind of attention- call your shrink.

***I hope these weren't too harsh, if it makes you feel any better I am rightfully guilty of one or more Facebook faux pas. Now I love facebook, and when used correctly it can be a great place to chat, share inside jokes, cute pictures, funny links, birthday wishes, updates, and opinions. But as with all good things- there is use and abuse. So folks, be the change you want to see in the world and get yourself some Fetiquette.

Awkward Me

Okay so I was accepted to be a Y Group Leader for New Student Orientation next year at BYU. They wanted me to introduce myself on the group page on Facebook. I felt a bit awkward haha like coming out in p.j.'s when your roommates have guys over... that feeling of there's nothing to be ashamed of but i'm feeling awkward nonetheless. I tried to break the ice with some humor in the middle... Well here is what I wrote:

"Hola! I seem to be a little late on this one... but better late than never! This is my first year doing NSO, and I can't wait! My name is Jerica and I am a Junior-ish haha. I'm studying Psychology and hope to continue with it until i have Dr. in front of my name. I am from and currently reside in Salt Lake City (more specifically Cottonwood Heights). Its just my mom and i in the house (the family gets super complicated from there on out)- but we have good times :) I am a dance minor- I have danced all my life and it is one of my greatest passions. I am a passionate person. (I feel like i'm applying for a dating ad haha) I am a serious Michael Jackson fan. Cool fact: My dad, Craig Garrick, was a captain of the Natl Champ football team here at the Y back in the day w/ his father-figure LaVell. So ya- i love playing with my friends. I can't cook to save my life. I have a fat puppy named izzy. I work for BYU Risk Management as the Insurance Assistant for the University. I am not one to sit at a desk, but i Love basically everything except for the work, just enough to keep me there. I love summer. I love BYU! Yay NSO! "

Absurdly Perfect

The Lord's timing is absurdly perfect.

Tender Mercy #1:

Last night starts out unsatisfactory. I get some not so great news. I suddenly lose my desire to go out, thus on the bed i stay. Less than five minutes after this decision, my bff Darby calls me. We played phone tag for weeks, but I finally hear her in the flesh on the other side of the phone. I tell her everything and she lets me vent for an hour, and she says all things i would want her to, completely in agreement, and providing comfort and love with a side of sass. We chat and laugh and mock and analyze and joke and contemplate and reminisce and plan and all else in between. It was sooo good to talk with her, she easily made my day and saved what could have been a waste of a night.

Tender Merc(ies) #2-3:

Today in itself has just been a chain of what others call 'coincidences'. So Mom and I were suppose to go to gram's ward, but it didn't work out. I figured if i moseyed over to the church building, there was bound to be a sacrament meeting starting at one. And so I mosey, until i realize the meeting starts in five minutes. I am not about to miss the passing of sacrament, so i drive much too quickly and park as close as possible, worried that i might be too late. I briskly approach the building doors, and as i walk in a stripling boy approaches me, tin tray in hand. I partook in utter disbelief- it was like he knew i would walk thru those doors at that exact moment. After the sacrament was passed, I entered into the chapel wondering which ward I was in and where I would sit. It wasn't but a few seconds before a Very familiar family caught my eye- the beloved McMasters. Oh how i adore this family and credit them to helping me in my most precious growing teenage years. I sneak into the empty row behind them, wish ma a happy mothers day, say hi to dad, just about die when i see how big the kids have gotten and smile at my lover talli. I feel right at home. After the meeting is finished, tal and i step into the foyer to do our quick catch up and figure out when the heck we're going to play. A man pokes his head out a door a couple feet from us, looks at us and says hello. I didn't recognize him, and so i turn to tal as if she was the intended recipient of the greeting. She hesitantly says hello, and i can tell she is just as confused as myself. He walks over, also noting the confusion, and introduces himself as the Bishop of the singles ward.

Hahahaha what a HILARIOUS "coincidence".

Let me explain- My mom's nag of choice this past week has been that of lovingly encouraging me to, well, get a life. She continuously suggested the singles ward. I refused saying that i love our home ward much too much to leave it, and i'm even teaching relief society in it this upcoming sabbath. Plus- if i don't go to the fam ward, whom with will she go??? So I told her to stop nagging, but I definitely took her words to heart. After all, Mothers are always right. (shout out to all moms- Happy Mothers Day!) When i thought of singles ward tho- i had no clue where to begin, which one to go to, or what time they meet. Plus i just left the two years of student wards behind in provo.

Okay now back to our story, this bishop hands me a packet... in a folder... with colorful pictures and messages and information all about the singles ward. You can imagine my disbelief of what is going on. He tells me of a moab trip that sounds like so much fun i can barely stand myself. I eagerly give him my e-mail address and agree to start attending. And that was that. The Lord, my friends, has impeccable timing.

Sugar vs. Salt

My Mother always told me,

"You get more with Sugar than you do with Salt."

Of course when I was younger, this made zero sense. But as I have grown into the mature young woman that i am ;) i have come to not only understand, but advocate for this saying. So what does it mean exactly? This is my interpretation: In life, you will get further ahead and gain more by being kind, happy, and positive rather than being egoistic, irritated, contentious, or rude. I have seen this play out in many different situations.

-All my coworkers and i agree on this whole-heartedly. Dear Callers- Make it easier for us to Want to help you by treating us with kindness and respect. Will I go out of my way to assist an ungrateful caller? Perhaps. But I would be Much more willing to help a kind soul. If you yell at me, I stonewall. Being nice puts the relationship on a more personal level. When on a personal level, you care more for the needs of the other person and will do more for them.

-My mother is a prime example of this; we often call her Perky Penny. This is because she treats everyone like they are her bestest friend. This woman knows how to and strives to serve people. She is constantly smiling and even talking to strangers she should probably just avoid (aka Harlem, NY subway). Although it is sometimes annoying or not feasibly ideal for her safety, I would much rather have That than a cynical life-loathing mom. So Penny can stay. And I am amazed at the 'perks' that Perky Penny gets. Everywhere we go, she knows someone... that loves her... for some reason... and wants to get her a discount of some kind... or help her in some way. The janitors at her school would do anything for her, the guys at big-o help her in a heartbeat, and people practically line up to help her with the lawn. Karma! Yes, she believes in the whole 'you reap what you sow' deal. You do good, you feel good, you get good. And she is a living example of it.

-Don't shoot the messanger, no matter how tempting. Lets now play the role of the frustrated customer (which i have oft been). If you can't answer my question, am i mad at You? No. Just the problem that you are kindly trying to help me solve. Might i be tempted to take it out on you? Yes. But folks- these people did not offend our ancestors back to Adam. They owe us nothing. And we will get even less by losing our patience. Plus- in the next life, you will meet them and feel bad that the only experience they had with you on earth was one of you telling them they were useless and slow. Fantastic.

So now let me tell you about the problem with society. The problem with society is the individualistic hedonism (selfish- pursue pleasure, avoid pain) nature and lifestyle we have taken on. We want what we want, when we want, where we want, how we want. Hello fast food. Its all about me me me and how can I benefit. Why do you think there are so many divorces these days in the world? Because people think (generalized) that once a marriage stops directly benefiting them, there is no point in staying with it. Makes sense, right? wrong. What happened to altruism? Heaven forbid we help someone without reaping a reward of some sort. People also have this mindset that they are the exception. If the form says i will not assist you unless given a two weeks notice period, it means it! "But i really need this..." "I forgot about it..." excuses excuses. If a term paper is due, then it is due. No i can't pull strings or weasel you out of this. (Realistically most of the time I can, but only if you are nice to me.) Thats the other thing- even if I can allow you to be the exception, you best treat me well and not expect me to do it. But those that Expect me to bust my bootay for you and then yell at me because it didn't work out- Exsqueeze me! (steps off soapbox).

Moral of the story: You get more with sugar than you do with salt.

Break up in the air?

Alright so you Know how much i love my Michael Joseph Jackson. He is my everything. But, i have a confession. Our relationship has gotten a bit rocky. We're off and on, i love you i don't want to see your face. I know that eb and flow is normal, but i was just about ready to ask for the "D" word. DiVoRcE! I couldn't take it anymore. I give him all that i am, and it gets to be a little much. Others criticize me- anyone that has had a relationship been unpopular knows what i mean. The ones that your friends say "you could do so much better" and your mom tells you "how long is this one going to last". I swore things were different with MJ, and i was right! Did we separate for a few days? Yes. I won't discuss our issues here because i believe in relationship confidentiality. But i think we can work thru it, he just always knows Exactly what to say to have me running back to him. And i do- every time. Plus, i'm not sure i could handle a break up at this point in my life. Luckily i don't think i will need to anytime soon. Phew!