How About an Energy Drive?

Have you heard the Beatles' song "I'm So Tired"? It's perfect. It sounds tired. It makes you feel tired(er).

I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink

I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink

I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink?

No, no, no...

And it finishes with some mumbling. I know that feeling!

Yesterday, I gave blood. I love to give blood! I have O+, which can be donated to all positive bloods (yay), and it's healthy blood. And needles and blood don't bother me at all. So I figure I'm needed whenever there's a blood drive.

The funny thing is, it kind of takes my umph away--I've always been like that. My mom and I would go together, and she'd feel absolutely fine during and after. I feel fine during, but I'm lightheaded and tired and sore for some days after. I'm not especially little, just kind of, and that might have something to do with it.

Did you know? I was curious, so I asked some questions: positive can receive negative, but negative can't receive positive. And "A" and "B" are proteins. Protein blood can receive non-protein, but non-protein can't take protein. If you're AB, you can take either A or B (or both, obviously). So for example, with my O+ blood, I can donate to A+, B+, O+, AB+. O- is the universal donor, and AB+ is the universal recipient. My grandpa has AB+ (I will always remember that because my mom told me a story of how he got a little tattoo of his blood type for safety reasons in the Navy, and she would always remember it).

I'M SO TIRED! And I was so tired while I slept that I dreamed I was sleeping. Yeah.

In my dream, I was at church with my family in an old ward (it didn't feel like it was in Georgia, dream-sensely speaking, but the ward had all the familiar Samoan families like that one). I was excited to see everyone, but I couldn't hold myself up. I slumped over onto Maddie's lap and just stayed there. I heard people come up and introduce themselves, comment on my sleepiness, welcome us back...but I couldn't even open my eyes. I slept through my own dream!

When I "woke" up in the dream, it had been days, apparently. There was a dance talent show going on in the cultural hall, and people were asking my parents if they needed help moving my harp. I guess they needed help because I wasn't awake to move it myself! I was too sleepy to get involved. The dance show continued (hosted by my Mary Kay director in an uncharacteristically sloppy outfit). I decided I was too sleepy to dance, too. So the dream got bored of me and changed.

Suddenly, I was at tryouts for the olympics (Was my brain trying to send me a message or something?)! I was very excited to compete. I got up on some double bars and was ready to impress everyone with my fantastic skills...but while I tried to flip around and do cool stuff, I was just too tired to make things happen.

So I went to where everyone was camping and plopped down in my tent. Forget olympics. I was going back to sleep.

A Heartfelt Love Letter

There are certain characters that get more than their share of movie time...specifically, the cool, popular people who always have loads of admirers to choose from. And those characters always make me roll my eyes because they're just too cool for real life. Nobody has admirers like that, not really.

Hah.

Well I married one of those Cassanova-like guys. While we've been unpacking, we've had the chance to sort through old papers and decipher the junk from the treasures. Here's my favorite treasure so far--and yes, it's real. Every word of it.

Mike,

I am infatuated with you. It is more than a crush. It has been two years now, and at first the attraction was purely physical, but today, as I watched you knee Jess Davies in the balls for messing with your sister I decided that you really are a nice guy too (which I have know [sic] for awhile, but was denying to myself). I know that pretty much every sophomore girl and every girl in band is "madly in love with you" and that you are in love with Tenille but I can't help it. I have tried to talk myself out of it so many times. There are times when I don't think that you even know that I exist, and other times with [sic] I think that you just don't know who I am, but then, you will touch me casually or look at me and smile; and all I want in the world is for you to look at me the way you used to look at Tenille. When we make eye contact I can't even think. I get chills up and down my spine and I want to be with you. I know that I don't have a chance and that is why I am writing this anonymously. My favorite thing to do is to listen to you sing. I sit quietly in the band room and pretend like I am listening when all I really want to do is join your group and stand there with those dumb girls that drool over you while you sing. I am not the kind of person to not voice my opinion, so I had to do something. But I don't think that I am ready for you to know who I am yet. I guess I will gauge your reaction and how much you care about this. If you felt like responding to this, you could e-mail me at [girly_girl##@email].com

All My Love Forever,

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Yesss... that poor girl. My husband doesn't even remember if he ever tried the email. He remembers thinking "is this a hoax or something?" No way, I don't think it's a hoax.

WE MOVED!!!

Wow... :D It feels so good.

Yes, we miss the family.

But we don't miss living in the same house with them. Not really.

This move is obviously the reason I've not blogged a lot lately (I've missed it, that's why it matters), and it's also the reason I probably still won't for a while.

But for now:

we have a bunny by our door

I have a washer and dryer (mine! Gifts! Free! WOW!)

I have a dishwasher. I don't even care that it's noisy and doesn't exactly dry things.

I have my own kitchen--and it's spacious!

It's all so cute! And mine! I feel so blessed!

Oh yes, and I already have a harp student. That's SO exciting. It was sad to leave my others behind.

Another exciting thing is that I can sort of change my New Year's Resolutions... ;) heh heh heh...