Chaotic Order.

I love this picture.  It shows our personalities: in dress, in stance, in smile.  But my favorite part is how out of our differences and imperfections comes this perfect little mess of best friends. I like to call this chaotic order, and I am so grateful to be apart of it. 

Advice:

Learn to love.

People are so amazing.

When you love them, you tend to understand them.

And when you don't, it's not as frustrating.

It just makes life easier.

Not to mention happier

Also, get a P tracker, because they're awes. 

I don't know that, that's a thing that I know...

Okay. 

What do I do, that's not my job?

Well.

I look for jobs. 

Ha. 

See how I got around that?

Sometimes I think I'm so clever.

But seriously, I just applied for 3 jobs today. 

Quote:

"Imperfect people are all God has ever had to work with--that must be terribly frustrating to Him, but he deals with it."

-Jeffery R. Holland

HA! Oh Jeff...you crack me up. Yet so true.  We are a lucky (blessed) people. 

I'm blushing a little bit.

Things that make me uncomfortable are as follows:

1. Blogging. Which explains my list of drafts. But I feel like we all probably feel like this sometimes.

2. When there are exposed lacy delicates hanging to dry and boys see them....CAMMIE.

3. Dirty Jokes.

She's indecisive, she can't decide:

I've been stewing over what to educate you on.

Then genius struck. Obviously I'm good at not making decisions.

So, here is a how to on avoiding decisions:

1. Think about it the decision at hand.

2. Let the worry sink in. Or don't...that's better for your heart anyways.

3. Take a nap.

4. Get up from the nap.  Sit down in decision making spot.

5. Insta, Facebook, Blog Stalk.

6. Pull out things relevant to making your decision.  Whether that be college applications, job applications, or your journal. Stare at it for a while...maybe write a word or two.  Draw some doodles.

7. Snapchat? Email? You best check that.

8. Decide you've earned an episode of the Mindy Project and maybe some dinner. Check Facebook and Insta for anything new that might have happened in the past 20 min.

9. Realize it's getting late and you need to do your homework.

10. Go to bed.

Rinse and Repeat. Works like a charm.

Copy Cat-ed.

Stolen from Ruthie and Mrs. Meg who stole it from this lovely lady.  

Born November 29, 1993 

Tons of black hair that my mom liked to spike in a mohawk. 

Turned blonde a couple years later and now here I am a brunette.

I have always been a PG girl. 

Parents are both from PG, met at PG, married...well not in PG but 

if there was a temple there I assume that is probably where it would have taken place.

Elementary was awkward and something I prefer to forget. 

Jr. High was fine, I was too busy doing gymnastics to care about anything but meets and homework. 

The summer before high school I "retired" from gymnast, and got a life outside of the chalk and sweat.

I wouldn't trade any of the rips, bruises, memories and gym friends for anything, but it was time to be done. And that is okay.

10th grade I met the 6 best friends in the world.

I'm so grateful that they took me in.

Senior year, I met the handsome Chase.

Fell very much in love.

Spent a lovely prom and summer together. 

The fall came and was mixed with intermittent trips to and from college and much facetiming. 

November 28, 2012 he left to serve the Lord, and now resides on the Mexican Border,

and I couldn't be prouder. 

I am so excited for the day when I get to curl back into those arms of his

 but until then Mondays are my favorite days.