Sometimes, poop happens

Do you ever have those days when you're doing something that could be considered a "good deed" and junk happens? I find myself nodding to this question and thinking: "Funny you should ask, because that happened to me YESTERDAY!!!"
The story begins.....

My sister works at an old folk's home and invited me to sing with her for their branch's Relief Society meeting which meets on Tuesdays. Since neither one of us has a piano, we decided to practice at her work on Sunday because a piano would be provided there. I get out of church, stuff my face with pasta, and head over.

For some reason, I was feeling pretty antsy and a little flustered which distracted me from my driving. As I was pulling into the parking lot (tiny parking lot) of my destination, I miscalculated my turn and ended up slamming into/running over a curb that, in my opinion, sticks out way too far. "Oh junk!" I thought. As I got out of my car, I could hear a very unwelcome hissing sound. I slowly walked around my car and got there in time to watch my poor tire slowly come to its death. It was absolutely pathetic. I did not handle it with grace and expressed to my sister how incredibly lame it was. She verbally patted me on the head with affirmations of, "It will be okay." I wasn't convinced. However, after practicing and spending time with old people that are happy to see anyone, unless they have behavior issues, I found myself leaving with a pleasant feeling and an excitement to sing with her tomorrow.

Moral of the story; sometimes, poop happens........oh well.

Let's start from the very beginning, a very good place to start.

I never in my life thought I would be a "blogger." I've kept a journal since I was 9, and I've enjoyed that immensely, but this online stuff seemed a little, how should I say.......different? Nevertheless, here I go! It's all Kelly's fault. I've been saying that since I could talk and it never gets old-it really is though. She is my sister, whom I love dearly, who moved to North Carolina with her husband, Mike, and besides our missions, this is the first time we've been separated. Being 1 1/2 years apart in age and sharing a room until you graduate High School will either provide you with good reasons to purposefully create distance between you and that person or make you grow closer together-we are the latter. Uh oh, I can already see that this blog has potential to be a boo-hoo fest and that is not on my list of favorite things! To sum it up, I miss her for multiple, multiple reasons. There are so many reasons to love her.

Life is good. Even when it stinks, it's good because there is something to be learned. I've had some criticize me for my outlook on life, but it's a perspective I can't shake and it simply is who I am. There is always something to be learned. This life is so short and yet so crucial in the grand scheme of things that I can't believe one moment is simply wasted. With that being said, I realize life is not one constant crescendo, but even in the lulls of life there are things to be noticed or simply thought about with greater depth. I'm currently going through a lull after everything in my life seemed to be very concentrated. When I say concentrated, I mean concentrated. Everything was happening at once and I was surrounded with some of the hardest things I've had the opportunity to experience thus far and now, here I am. I almost don't know what to do with myself.....almost, but I've got some good things up my sleeve and I'm 'cited! GO TEAM! Ugh, speaking of team, my indoor-soccer team lost tonight and I feel like I've been hit by a truck.......I guess I did in a sense, but the "truck" that hit me was in the form of multiple sweaty, very fast guys that trashed me like they'd trash another dude. Thanks heavens, eh? ;) Obviously, I don't play to get pampered.