to Google Docs! (though sadly now it’s all called “Drive,” which is NOT my favorite word in the world)
This is Todd. Remember him? Loads more to come about this guy, but for now, I’m glad I could bring him into the sweet spot of writing collaboration that IS Google Docs. Dayan would be so proud.
On Sunday, my home-teachers Dan and Todd came over to give me a little lesson. These guys are both attractive, hard-working, and successful. They also love God. So the lesson went great, but the REAL party started after when we pulled out the pogo-stick!
Mormons don’t just go to church for 3 hours every Sunday, people. We do stuff like this. Join the church and I will buy you a pogo-stick for your baptism. And you’ll just have to keep coming back to my blog to wait for a picture of me doing the pogo-stick 🙂
“Attention” gets a bad name. We immediately think of “show-offs” or annoying kids bragging about their fastest mile time. But we all need attention. We all need someone to notice us. We all need someone to sit next to us in the cafeteria or to clap after our performance (unless we’re in a Mormon Church). We all need to be home/visit-taught every month. Sure it can get out of hand and become too much of a priority. If you sit around waiting for people to like your FB status, you might have a problem. But don’t cringe at the word. I mean, without attention, how would Mark Zuckerburg be making his billions?
I attract men like bees to pollen, like magnets to other magnets, like a moth to the flame.
There are 29 males in the above pictures. And only 1 glorious female…Boys, I ain’t saying it’ll be easy. You got some tough competition. But if you wanna go and take a ride with me, I guarantee there’ll never be a dull moment 🙂
PS. Quite a few of the above men are now married, 1 was my home-teacher, 3 were in my Bishopric, and 2 of them are my uncles. And I have never lip-kissed any of these guys. I am exploiting their XY chromosome genetic makeup to make myself look more attractive and desirable. Hopefully none of the wives find this blog and come at me with an ax. I swear I’m not “that girl.”
But as for the rest of you, maybe I’ll want to be “with you, with you, with you, with you, with you.” 🙂