Here's a story, of a man named Brady, he had three boys of his very own

Summer nights are quite possible the best thing ever invented. They are up there with play-dough, the slinky, and the English muffins that you fork open because they are pre-cut.
In my effort to soak up the love that summer sheds in heaps and bounds, I decided to eat my dinner, at 11:30 pm, on our back deck.
Did you know the door to our back deck gets stuck?
I didn't.
It was beautiful, the sky was clear and I could see some stars. The valley twinkled with lights and I watched the stop light at the intersection of 1700 East and Wasatch Blvd. change from green to yellow to red, repeat. This is a prime writing time. Thoughts in a journal to read later and laugh at your hand writing because you were writing in the dark.
I turned around to open the door and, well. . . . .
This wasn't a problem. I had snuck in the house this way by climbing up the wooden slabs nailed to the support beams.
Did you know that in the effort to repair the back deck my dad removed those beams?
I didn't.
After a moment of searching with my toe, hanging off the edge, I resolved that that was not option.
Here were my options.
1- Jump. It is about 10 to 12 feet.
2- Pop out a window screen and open the window. Crawl inside.
3- Find a pathway of somewhat conveniently placed items differing in height.

1- I am not scared of heights. Just falling from them.
2- If anyone out there knows how to do this, feel free to share your knowledge.
3- Back to reality. . .

I prayed.
My first prayer was just asking for an answer. The one I got was a reminder of the story of the Brother of Jared. (Mahanrimoriankemur- say that 10 times fast) He had to come up with an answer and then present it.
My problem solving was for my brother or sister to magically wake up and let me in.
I waited patiently and had the thought, you need to act for anything to work out.
I tried the screen a couple of times to no luck. I tried the door a couple of times to no luck. I even stood on the edge of the porch looking down a couple of times to no luck.
Finally I got up the courage. I was going to jump.
If any neighbor looked out there windows at me they were probably concerned. I was standing there in the classic "good bye cruel world" pose.
Pep talk after pep talk I couldn't get myself to do it. All I could think of was that scene in Batman Begins where Batman is holding that bad guy up in the air.
BAD GUY: This isn't far enough to kill me.
BATMAN: I'm counting on it.
Then they guy breaks both of his ankles. Ouch.
If I were to fall and land on my back, nope not going to do that.
Maybe if I land on my arm, nope not going to do that.
Maybe if I land on my feet and immediately roll out of it like a ninja, that would be cool.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't jump.
I inched my way over to the edge where the support beam was. I slid my way down, not very graceful. Angelina Jolie would have done it much better than I could have in most of her movies. Oh well.
Never have I been more grateful for forgetting to lock the front door right when I get in.
Moral of the story: Sometimes you just have to take that leap of faith. They make for great stories.

You Know You're Bored When. . . .

Today is the day that my professors at school have to have our final grades posted. I worked really hard this past semester and the wait to see if social-free weekends were worth it is killing me.
I am sure this would not be bad if I had a life.
But I don't.
So leave me to my grade waiting.
Thanks.

Lemonade

There is something about lemonade that screams, "SUMMER!!"
Just like that.
I have just finished finals and am ready to have a summer. Hopefully I can fit in sips of lemonade, taking in the sun, and everything summer between shifts at Coldstone, job hunting, and sleeping.
Wish me luck!

How's it going?

How's it going?
How's it going?!
The librarian asked me with a smile as I walked in. It was 7:30 in the evening on a Saturday and I was coming in for the second time.
How's it going?
Just great, after I finish up here I am going to pick flowers and paint rainbows and ride a unicorn to Oz.
Thanks for asking.

Lazy Summer Days and Ultraviolet Rays

Wear sunscreen guys, otherwise, it just burns.

Here it is, July! A month of fun summer tunes, driving with the windows down, day trips to the zoo, water fights, movies, and an overpowering feeling of being chill. Right?
Wrong.
Growing up is tough and the sunshine makes it even tougher.
With finals starting next week, clean checks, white glove, ridiculous assignments with little or not positive outcome, who has time to day dream about summer.
With so much to do who has time to blog?

This is what I was doing last summer








I miss the good old days.

July the Fourth

Fireworks.
How the tradition of fireworks got started I may never know. As I lay looking straight up into the night sky at the synchronized choreography displayed through sparkling lights I thanked the Chinese for their invention. I was then strangely proud to be an American because fireworks are awesome. They take you to the edge as balls of flame whiz about and you swear that one was headed straight at you. They leave a ringing in your ears, one of patriotism and hearing loss that will show up later.
I am proud to be an American. Because of America people can dream and seek opportunities. Life is not easy but it is worth it.