We all have our respite, I suppose

Every few months or so, the "happy-go-lucky" side of me that is so pleasant to be around gets eclipsed by the "everyone and everything is not worth my time" side that is not so pleasant. That is when I know that it is time. Time to prescribe myself a one-time dose of something potent and beautiful.

That is why, this weekend, I went to

DISNEYLAND!!!

So here is a list of my favorite parts of the weekend:

Finding a miniature version of my favorite disneyland treat.... Anna I'm bringing you one later this week...




Only ride left on planet earth that legitimately makes me SCREAM my HEAD off.

Churros.



The Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki room

Learning how sourdough bread is made... while eating a sample.....

Sitting in the driver's seat of the Indiana Jones ride


Learning a new secret passage

Going INSIDE the CASTLE! For the first time!

Remembering that I laugh hysterically on roller coasters. (I mean hysterically. So hard that the people on the same train as us look behind them while the ride is going.....)

That's me. Laughing.

Anyway, I am a happy girl. That is all.

Immodesty is harming our society?......

SO! Yesterday, as I was packing up to leave work, my coworker called me into her office, and showed me a fantastic article.

Basically, a young and misguided BYU female made the mistake of wearing.... (I'm sorry. It's hard for me to get this out. It's just so IMMODEST)..... leggings.

So as she was studying on BYU campus, an anonymous, socially awkward male handed her this note:



So I'm sure you're wondering what she was wearing, this Jezebel. Well, here is the picture. (I considered not posting it because it is just so SUGGESTIVE!!)



So, stopping with the sarcasm.... should I be more concerned about this girl who is not showing anything we didn't already know was there (wait... girls have TWO LEGS?), or the young man who is so distracted by the shape of her knees that he took the time to self-righteously condemn her?

Add this to the list of reasons I am glad I no longer attend BYU: I wear leggings and shirts to work ALL THE TIME. And no one hands me notes about how inappropriate I am.

Top 10 things I should be sorry about, but I'm not...

So. Here I am again. This time, I make no promises whatsoever about  the frequency of my future posts. You get what you get when you get it. Take it or leave it. If you don't like that arrangement, read someone else's blog.

I've recently been thinking about things I should be sorry for. Some of them I look on with deep regret - with the longing to retract my actions or my words (or both), but the inability to do so. Others, I found, I am not sorry for. And I wanted to make a post about them. 

Sure, this may seem passive aggressive, but hey. We all have good days and bad days.

Most of these I will not explain. If you want to know, ask.

10) Lying to get off the phone with people when I don't want to talk to them.

9) Playing my accordion loudly during the day. 

8) I wash my hair every 6-7 days. Not sorry.

7) Not humoring socially awkward 20-something males. In the real world, you have to learn how to treat a woman to get her attention. From now on, you can call me "real world." Not every girl is as nice as mormon girls. 

6) Not liking babies.

5) Watching some R-rated movies. 

4) Bailing on plans simply because I don't want to do those things anymore. 

3) Being intolerant of some people. I'm sorry, but not everyone is worth my time. 

2) Swearing. Sometimes, I mean crap. Other times, I mean shit. Those words mean different things. Say what you mean.

1) I hated my mission. And I HATED being a missionary. Every moment of it. It was the WORST.