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Hey peeps,
Sooo apparently, shabbyblogs.com has a malware problem & I think it was affecting my pageviews because it pops up with this DANGER DANGER screen, so I had to change my blog design for a bit.
Bri from The Secret Life Of Bee is in the process of doing a new blog design for me, but she is still working on it. :)
So bare with me good friends. :)

Dear Boys: I Like You Way Too Much

Elise is TOTALLY right about boys with glasses.
SOOO attractive!

Dear Mr. Snooze,

You're not going to worry about dating, huh?

Well...I think I want you to start worrying,
cause I kinda like you.

Admiringly,

Elisabeth

Dear You,

Good luck on the mish!

Can't believe you're gone.

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Valley,
I'm thinking about you again.
Except, I think I'm going to take some action this time.
Questionably,
Elisabeth

Dear Pinstripe,
You're a pretty boy.
Great.
*insert eye roll*
Disappointingly,
Elisabeth

Dear E=mc2,
That sucks.
Sorry,
Elisabeth

Dear Shawn,
The more I watch Psych,
the more I'm attracted to you.
Too bad you're like 30.
Love,
Elisabeth

Katilda guest blog!! in which i plead my case for not being a hoarder.

Dearest readers,
please welcome Katie from her blog Katilda!

She's pretty much one of my FAVORITE people on the earth.
Even though I've never met her in person, I still think she's my favorite.
We switched blogs for today, so go check me out over there! :)
Without further adieu....I present KATILDA!!!

confession: i am not a hoarder.

other confession: i might be in denial...?

here's the thing: i'm not so good at throwing things away.

here's the other thing: i'm really good at getting attached to new things and bringing them home.

...you see how this can add up to a problem?

for the record, i am not like the people on that dastardly television show.

i do not have dead cat remains growing into my carpet, for one.

and i'm pretty sure there are no food remnants anywhere in my room.

i can also get out of my home without a forklift.

BUT...

i did discover a new passion in the last couple years:

furniture.

FURNITURE!

refinishing furniture.

owning furniture.

looking at furniture on craigslist.

browsing furniture at thrift stores.

rescuing furniture from curbs.

drooling over furniture on pinterest.

making people look at my furniture when they come over.

making people come over so i can make them look at my furniture.

using broken furniture as an excuse to make boys come over to help me fix said broken furniture.

...is this tactic working for me? remains to be seen...

remember, i am not a hoarder.

even if there were no less than 7 chairs in my living room last month.

i'm more like...a foster parent.

those chairs all needed a loving home, yo!

and, let's be honest...

some of them chairs clean up real nice.

yes, you may call me the chair whisperer.

When Santa Claus Comes To Town

I feel like I just got the BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER!!!
This morning at exactly 8:00 a.m., my phone went off.
I groggily pull it off my nightstand and say "Hello" in my nasty morning voice. (which apparently makes me sound like a dinosaur?)
My dad cheerfully greets me with a "hey, Elisabeth" on the other end.
Me: "Hey, dad! What's up?" (by this time, I'm fully awake. It's not every day that you get a call from the most amazing person on earth!)
Dad: "Well, I think we're going to come down to Logan."
Me: "What?" (I was shocked.)
Dad: "Yeah. Just for the day. We're sad that you can't come up to celebrate Memorial day with us, so we're going to come to you. Besides, we know you've had a rough week this week."

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I couldn't even continue talking through my sobs.
My family knows exactly how make my day brighter without even trying.
They love me so much and I'm so thankful for their lovely example in my life.
I love you guys!

There's Something About 'Um

There's something about an elderly couple walking hand in hand towards the temple that lifts my heart and makes me smile.

There's something about running your guts out and smelling the light May breeze that makes me think about all of God's magnificent creations.

There's something about a boy smelling fabulous that makes me giggle inside.

There's something about thinking of going on a mission that makes me beam with joy.

There's something about getting a text message that makes my mind incessantly excited.

There's something about working at Quiznos that I thoroughly dislike.

There's something about knowing that a boy thinks I'm cute that gives me that self-confidence booster that I need daily.

There's something about realizing that my favorite bloggers read my blog. You guys are my idols. :) Thanks!

There's something about reaching deep inside you to find the courage to be happy.

Part 11: Walking Fashion Crime?? I THINK NOT!!!

 (Shirt: Maurices, Tank-Top: Dillards, Pants: Maurices, Shoes: Payless, Hat: Maurices, Watch: Gift)
Playing up the mint & navy in this outfit. Do those go together? Oh well.
That's why I'm definitely a walking fashion crime. Playing with colors is totally my thing.

Imma Copy-Cat

I'm totally copy-catting Ashley for this post.

But imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

Plus, she asked me what my top 5 things were this week.

Numba 1: I finally met my mysterious roommate!!

I thought it was super sketchy that I hadn't met her yet, but it turns out she was just visiting her hometown of Cincinnati.

She is SOO nice! I judged too harshly & way too soon.

Numba 2: I really dislike my job. 

I feel like my co-workers slash managers hate me.

Humph.

Numba 3: I've been running every single day for a week!! I'm so proud of me!

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Numba 4: I got a Blender Bottle, say what?!

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My cousin got me a Blender Bottle for my birthday a couple of weeks ago

& 

I've made WAY too many concoctions in that thing.

I've been drinking orange juice & ice cream for weeks.

#yummy

Numba 5:  Sometimes me and Becky talk.
And sometimes all we talk about is boys.
Yay for boys!

Dear Boys: This Is About To Get Interesting

Dear Banana,

You're so cool.

Seriously.

Me & Elise talked about it for like an hour.

Admiringly,

Elisabeth

Dear Up-Dog,

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

Those are ironic spurts of laughter at the ironicness of our situation.

Glowingly,

Elisabeth

Dear Valley,

Still holding strong for our non-existent relationship.

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Slapstick,

I love when I get hugs from you.

Gushingly,

Elisabeth

Dear Mr. Snooze,
You are SOO funny.
I definitely think we can be friends.
You rock,
Elisabeth

I Say That About Every Guy

Oh my gosh! He's SOOOO cute!

He's so nice!

What an attractive man!

He's definitely the one!

He's really funny.

I think he likes me?

These phrases seem to enter my mind constantly.

And with every guy I meet.

It really frustrates me because that's not how it works.

Relationships and romance are things of the movies.

They become fantasies instead of realities.

I need to stop thinking about fantasies and focus on reality.

Like...

the reality that I hate my job? Ha. But that's for another post. :)

Whoa! I'm SOOOO blessed!

I can't even tell you the terror I experienced on Wednesday.
As I was jauntily driving home from a very successful trip to Wal-Mart, I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw a sight that made my heart drop.
Flashing blue & red lights.

I rolled my eyes, groaned, and had a mini panic attack. Tears started to well in my tear ducts.
My thoughts: No! I can't get pulled over again! I have no money. I have no way to pay for the ticket.
I wasn't even speeding! What the heck?! Oh my gosh. I'm gonna cry. No. Don't cry. Wait till the nice policeman leaves then let it all out....blah, blah, blah.


As my thoughts turned to the fact that I could get arrested, I saw the policeman walk up to the my car. He only had my driver's license & registration in hand. No ticket.
My heart leaped.
Policeman: "Alright, I'm going to let you off with a warning this time..."


Pretty sure I could have kissed that policeman.
Pretty sure I started bawling & pretty sure I started sending prayers of thanks to the heavens above.

I guess Heavenly Father really is looking out for me after all.

Part 10: Walking Fashion Crime?? I THINK NOT!!!

Imma thinking that I love shopping!

 (Dress: Maurices, Belt: Maurices, Leggings: Lane Bryant)

Thanks mom & dad for the gift card! Now, I can really strut my fashion crime stuff.

Oh What Do You Do In The Summertime?

Summertime is here people!
My little sisters know how to do summer right:

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In the summertime, I make goals.
Yup.
I'm a goal-maker.
I decided that there were three things that I needed to improve upon in my life:
1. Being Healthy
2. Being Smart/Wise
3. Being Spiritual
And how do I go about accomplishing that?
With these three goals:

1. Go running EVERY DAY!! Even if it kills me (which it might).

2. Spend money WISELY! Basically, only spend money on food this summer. I've gotta start saving my money.

3. Read my scriptures EVERY NIGHT!! When I'm dead tired, that's when I should be reading my scriptures the most. I'm also going to record what I read & the promptings I get from the passage that I read.

Alrighty, now that you know about my overzealous ambitions, you have to hold me accountable. Mmk?

Dear Boys: Oh the Dapperness!

Dear Mr. Muffin,

You are an extremely dapper man.

Keep up the good work.

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Banana,
*giggle*
Happily,
Elisabeth

Dear Valley,

I'm secretly planning my summer around your farewell.

If I could just know when it is,
that would make my summer easier to plan.

Thanks,

Elisabeth

Dear Missionary,
I might like you a little
 &
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Quizzically,
Elisabeth

Dear Zebra Body Pillow,
Thanks for being a mascara soaker-upper.
You're the best,
Elisabeth

I Really Should Be Asleep

Stuff weighing on my mind:

Also, I might be listening to Christmas music. Word.

Hair Virgin

I've been a hair virgin my whole life.

Until today.

My hair is now luxuriously brown. 

At first, I was skeptical & my parents didn't like it.

But nevertheless, I really like it. SOO much.

Don't you agree?!

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I Have Finally Completed A Dream

I have finally completed a dream.

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I went to TIFFANY & CO!!

Oh my heck.

Mind. Blown.

It's such a beautiful store and the jewelry is to die for! It's gorgeous.

The lady at the counter was so nice and she asked me "Would you like to try anything on?"

In my head, I was thinking "YES!!! To have a Tiffany's ring on my finger would be better than getting my first kiss!"

But I knew I wasn't going to buy anything and I would feel guilty if I tried something on and didn't buy it, so politely declined.

But seriously. It was amazing. :)

Dear Boys: What A Man

Dear Valley,

Yup.

I still think about you.

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Disney,

You rock.

Adoringly,

Elisabeth

Dear Mr. Knightly,

I get chills every time you profess your love to Emma.

What a man.

Prophetically,

Elisabeth

Dear Hair,
You are now brown.
Whoa.
Uneasily,
Elisabeth

Dear One Direction,
I haven't stopped listening to you.
You're the best.
Wish I could meet you,
Elisabeth

Wardrobe Distress

Wearing an outfit twice in a row distresses me.

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There's not logic in my distress.
(Truly, there's not logic in any part of my life)
I feel like once an outfit is worn, its debut has been made & then I shove it in the back of my closet for about two months.
It will make its debut again after two months & then it gets shoved back in the closet.
Rinse & repeat.
It's like I have an on-going battle with my wardrobe.
My clothes so desperately want to make a statement more than once, but I (in my distressed state) won't let them.
What a horrible owner I am.
I bet my clothes hate me.
Yup, now that I think about it, I bet they do.
They're just so annoyed with my lack of chivalry that they choose to lose their luster and vivacity.
They just want to spite me.
*sigh*
Alright, clothes.
You win.
I'll wear you twice in a row.

Birthday & Chuck Norris?

OH YEAH!!!
It's my birthday!
I'm SOOOO excited!
I LOVE my birthday & I will proudly exclaim to the world the extravagance that is May 6th.
I only realized this year that I happen to share a birthday with one of the most infamous men in history: CHUCK NORRIS!!!!!!!!!!

Ha! Pretty sure that makes me super human.
Because, let's get real, that's pretty sweet to share a birthday with a man whose name initiates pure fear in the hearts of all the fictional characters he's killed.


Four hours later:
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I might have made a mistake.....I don't think Chuck Norris was born on my birthday. Humph.

PPP Moments

During testimony meeting a couple days ago, I ended up talking about having PPP moments.
What are PPP moments?
They are:
PUKE
PASS OUT
&
PEE IN YOUR PANTS moments.
I learned about PPP moments last summer during my time as a camp counselor for the Girl Scouts.
Part of getting the girls to have fun at camp is to push them outside their comfort zones.
BUT
you don't want put them in the PPP zone. That doesn't accomplish anything.
So, next time you're having a freak-out moment.
Just don't have a PPP moment.

Dear Boys

Dear Matthew Davis,

I don't care if you were a jerk in Legally Blonde.

You're a babe in What About Brian.

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Na-Bark,

You are SO cute & SO funny!

I hope you don't have another tooth fall out.

Love,

Elisabeth

Dear Country Dancing Boy,
In my mind, I was thinking:
"Please dance with me"
"Please dance with me"
You started to walk my way
& I almost had a PPP moment.
Then you asked the girl standing next to me.
Smooth.
Very smooth.
Disappointingly,
Elisabeth

Dear Missionary,
I think our story could provoke an LDS romance novel.
Love,
Elisabeth