A Spoonful of Amy's Valentine's Day Card Co.

A bit too wordy, isn't it? I'm not too attached to it, so I will take suggestions. Maybe you're wondering, suggestions for what? and why?

I have decided to start up a Valentine's Day Card company. Today.

I didn't realize I had so much talent, but then the activity for FHE was card-making and putting my creativity to the work, this is what I produced:

             Inscription: Like the chocolate that once filled these colored wrappers, 

my love for you is rich...but my love will last longer.

A masterpiece, no? So I've decided the best outlet for my creative juices is through Valentine's Day cards. I will be taking orders up until the Friday before Valentine's day and will deliver them on Saturday. I'm charging $0.50 for a half-sized card and $1.00 for a whole-sized card like the one pictured above.

Make your valentine feel special with a unique, hand-made card from Amy's Valentine's Day Card Co.!

A Spoonful of Why I'm NOT Taylor Swift

There are several physical aspects that differentiate me and Taylor Swift: the hair, the guitar skills, and the super stardom come to mind. That's not quite what I had in mind though.

I'm not like T-Swift because I like confidentiality. I kind of respect that she has no qualms naming every guy that her songs are about, but that's not me. Plus, most of the guys I know/date aren't terrible enough to deserve bitter posting about them, if one can deserve such a thing (I have actually written a bitter-ish song about a guy, but I don't know if it shall ever grace the halls of this blog.)

I'm starting guitar lessons on Thursday with this guy in my ward that needs money. I like helping people, especially if I get something out of it too. Soon enough I might rival T-Swift's guitar skills. Watch out.

So from now on, I'm using pseudonyms for everybody. Well everybody I deem needs one. Which is perfect because I have a story to relate to explain why maybe I'm a bit too much like Taylor Swift sometimes.

There's this guy in my ward, let's call him Jonathan, who I like. Ella-another girl in the ward--also likes him. Despite knowing this, I went up to him at FHE and began flirting with him in front of her. Catty, huh? The thing is, I'm not even interested in fighting over him, at least I thought I wasn't, but then I went and did that. Gee whiz. Moral of the story is, I can compete now, I guess.

A Spoonful of Never Growing Up

Lest you think I'm changing my mind on the decision to be more mature about my brother's marriage, let me clarify that this is completely unrelated and as a result of having gone to see Peter Pan last night.

Yeah! I went to Peter Pan. I bought the tickets for it on Tuesday and then was kind of kicking myself for it because the tickets were expensive and I had no idea who I wanted to go with. When I was thinking about who I could invite I kept thinking of the same guy--Sullivan for the purposes of this blog. You see, I like spending time with Sullivan and he gives every impression that he enjoys it too, but then if I want to see him or hang out with him again I have to be the one to call. He's not worth that much effort on my part. Anyways, I went with my friend Chris(name unchanged because I'll never have any reason to write bad things about this kid.) I had a great time.

Peter Pan is a great play. Melancholy, but great. It teaches the values of growing up and never growing up. On one hand, there's so much happiness to be found in the responsibilities of growing up. On the other hand, life would be too hard if we acted like adults all the time. My hope is that even as an old woman I will still be young at heart. Open to adventures and silliness. But not at the expense of responsibility. I think you can have both, and that's my goal.

A Spoonful of Gladiators

How can I not say something about that game last night? How can I not say anything about Jimmer Fredette who plays basketball so beautifully? How can I not give respect and credit where it's due?

We won. The biggest game of our regular season and we won. I couldn't stop smiling last night. I was so anxious, especially during that first half when it was neck and neck. And then that second half when it was so close until that last five minutes. Man, oh man.

I also wanted to give some kind of commentary to why sports are so big. I've been on both sides. The player and the fan. The gladiator and the crowd. I've never tried to put words to why fans get so worked up about their favorite teams or players and I don't know if there are any, but I'll try.

I think a bit of it is the ability to live vicariously through the athlete. To say that's all it is, is not fair. I think it could be traced back to the time before ours when you had to fight for all you're worth to defend your land, your property, and your people. Sports are wars just not as many people die and there aren't really as many things on the line. I don't know. That still doesn't satisfy my wonderings. Any ideas are welcome. I love sports, but at the end of the day, they're not that important, you know? Don't shoot me.

Oh, and my grandparents were kind enough to save me the newspapers that together make a life-size poster of Jimmer for my wall. I can't decide whether or not to put it up.

A Spoonful of Tiring Questions

You know what? I dislike answering the question: "How's life?" and all of its variants.

It's going.

And it's not stopping for me to think of all the things I could possibly say to answer your question. This is not aimed at everybody who asks this, but it is aimed at everybody who is okay with asking that question and not expecting a 5-minute response. I don't think it's wholly that I don't like people who make meaningless small talk.

"Hey!! How are you?!?"

"Great! And yourself?"

"Oh, I'm doing great!"

(they continue on their paths)

That's fine. I do that all the time. Yeah, it's kind of stupid, but it's kind of cultural and it's better to be acknowledged by people you know than completely ignored. I do think that faking interest in another person's life is lame. And I hate when I realize it, because I've already shared 2 or 3 sentences of great, exciting things...and they were only half listening.

People just don't know what they're getting themselves into when they ask me how's life. I can't describe it in a two-word sentence. It's all kinds of wonderful and then all kinds of craziness all in the same breath. And it's only January 25th. I haven't even been 20 for a whole month and I'm already feeling the weight of it. So much for gradual introductions.

P.S.: I am going to see Peter Pan. Most likely with someone. More on this later.

A Spoonful of Erm...What's your name again?

FYI: Having to ask for a someone's name more than twice does not promise the closest or smoothest relationship with that person. You probably already know this through experience, as I do.

Sometimes I like to pretend I can be like President Monson in the way he can remember every person he's ever met. Then I completely forget somebody's name that I've known for several months and I realize that I'm just not that good. I'm better than most, and I do make an effort, but I'm still not on par.

I once read that the way to remembering someone's name is to make them important to you. I totally believe it. Which means I need to care about certain people more. Usually if I find someone the slightest bit interesting, it's easy enough to remember his/her name. So why can't I remember this person's name? No clue. Maybe it's some kind of mental block I have, and if that's the case...I hate you subconscious.

I have two dates this week. This is becoming a semi-frequent occurrence. I credit it to being 20. Being 20 makes all the difference. More on this later. This week is crazy busy and I'm not going to be able to go see Peter Pan like I want to. Unless Friday night? Any takers?

A Spoonful of Girls Night

Oh yeah, so last night was girl's night with my old roommates and it was awesome! Honestly, I don't know if I can love Brooke, Claire, and Camille more than I do already. They are some of the greatest people on this planet. I also got to meet Claire's super awesome older brother Christian, who recently returned from South Korea. I know quite a few guys that served their missions there and all of them are neat, neat people. Including Norm Nemrow.

We ate food, watched movies, and had girl talk. I don't know why, but girl talk is kind of essential for your emotional health as a female. I saw Bride Wars for the first time and it's really funny. I may not come across as the most feminine creature, but I am looking forward to planning my wedding. I already have a lot of ideas of what I'd like it to be like, but actually putting on the whole thing will be a stressful, of course, but also a really fun and exciting challenge.

I found out what dress we're wearing as bridesmaids and I'm kind of in love. It's going to be a light pink with a green belt. Easter-ish, but I'm thinking the belt won't be attached and so the dress will totally be transferable meaning I get an adorable dress out of this. I'm completely okay with that.