Its Been A Long Time...

Sorry to those who check in on my blog a lot. I have been a terrible blogger. Forgive me, I am new at this and I am still not convinced my thoughts are important enough to be blasted through cyber space.

I have been traveling a lot lately: I went to New York City to see my sister, roadtripped to Milwaukee, Chicago, and Pewaukee, and now I am preparing for my drive to Iowa next week for a wedding. I am for sure loving the opportunity of being able to go so many places this summer (that's me taking a glass half full approach on my summer).

Other than that, I am eating healthy, working out, going on errands with my parents, and having family dinners. I am getting into a good groove for the summer I thought would be mind numbingly boring, but I am working on enjoying the relaxing set-up I have with my room mates (aka parents).

I will re-introduce myself with two thoughts that are completely unrelated to anything important that I have been having a lot over the past couple weeks:

1. If I met someone from the future, I would ask them immediately if there is still regular ice cream or if "Dippin' Dots" really IS the ice cream of the future.

2. I am really upset for getting rid of clothes that went out of style, because I have a sinking feeling that the 90's are making a come back. Gap is selling over-all's, celebrities all have middle parts, and cropped shirts are cute.

Also here is a poem I found... Written in 2009 when I was on a run by myself. This is the same run where I went into the woods to "play Bear Grylls" and came out with a case of full body poison oak.

Jimmy crack corn and I DO care

I get so angry when I see him cracking there

He cracks to the left

He cracks to the right

He cracks all around me as he squeals with delight

I get more irate with each corn he cracks

It takes all that is inside me when he smiles, to smile back

I ask him why he chooses to annoy me this way

And his eyes get wet and sad as I hear him say

I crack for our love, I crack for what's true

And ill crack this dang corn til my fingers are blue

Can't you see, dear one, that I want to marry you?

And I will not stop cracking until the day you say I do

Now Jimmy and I are married

And it's three days til little Jimmy is born

And we will be a perfect family, all cracking corn

I promise a new video soon. I am still trying to figure out the new version of iMovie. It gives me a heart attack every time I try and use it. Once I conquer that fear I will post my video in victory.