Keeping on

the original puppy rented

the cute 

  The job hunt goes on. It goes better when I visualize a real hunt: I am a stealthy, silent hunter in search of prey in a land made desolate by famine. I see a sick, wounded rabbit and send a shot flying. The rabbit is so diseased that when the arrow makes contact, the arrow disintegrates and the rabbit hobbles under a bush, safe from predators. As stealthy as I am as a hunter, I could not succeed this time. Food is a necessity, so I keep hunting, looking, waiting.
  Some things in life are simple joys that make life thrice as great. When I don't feel too good, I throw on a dress, put on some extra lipstick and mascara, and wear Avengers shorts underneath. Sometimes looking good helps you feel good too. Also, being around animals confirms my belief inThe Good. Whenever my bread goes bad, I go to First Dam and feed the ducks. For my birthday gift to myself, I rented a puppy. The puppy rental gave me two instead.

a small picture of the enemies

found this gem at the cemetery

  The last time I went to First Dam, I saw an ancient nemesis of mine. I chortled when I first saw the enemy, or rather enemies, because of memories with Olivia. Then the fear set in. I was vastly outnumbered: over three dozen geese spotted the grass. I stepped out of the car and because their ears were fine tuned to the ground, when my foot made contact their heads turned simultaneously with crazy in their eyes. Every step forward was a step toward danger and an early death. My only safety was granted by the many people I came with. Before we left, we got in a line and chased the geese back onto the lake. I haven't seen any geese since, so I can only hope that they know I am The Boss.
  It may seem dark, twisty, and a little bit freaky, but I love cemeteries. It's peaceful and the people there are nice company, even the living ones. The Logan Cemetery is just stunning. First of all, there are so many trees that it feels like there is real air in the atmosphere. Since high school, I made the realization that I am an introvert who spent her entire life extroverting. It was exhausting. Being in a cemetery, I feel rejuvenated and peaceful. Also, some people's headstones are flippin' hilarious. My favorite headstone is is a bench and it said "Sit down, you're making us nervous."
  On a religious note, this past weekend was General Conference. Never have I ever gone into conference with real, valid questions. This time, I did and I thought all my answers would be answered point blank. Coincidentally, a few of my questions were stated word for word like serving a mission or marriage (dating to know what kind of person to marry vs. dating to get married) without an obvious answer. So I thought about it and prayed endlessly. I know that any decision I make will have a great impact on my future. I came to the conclusion that right now, a mission isn't in my cards because of my PFPS. As for the dating issue, I figure things are going to work out, I have options, and God is listening to prayers that I send up daily. That keeps me going. Gotta keep on keeping on.