I am happy

There is so much in my life to be happy about.

I'm happy that my body is healthy - I'm happy that I have a warm apartment to come home to - I'm happy that my roommates are my best friends - I'm happy to have shoes on my feet and multiple pairs of socks in my top drawer - I'm happy to have sight - I'm happy to be able to hear - I'm happy that I'm getting an education - I'm happy that I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints - I'm happy to have the ability to choose to be happy - I'm happy to have a bed - I'm happy to have friends - I'm happy that I love my family - I'm happy to have fingers to type with - I'm happy to know what love feels like - I'm happy to have clean water to drink - I'm happy that I'm happy with who I am - I'm happy that I have no clue where to end this list

- what are you happy about? -

NOTHING could make me happier

than this.

I just bought it.

I love it.

Support my FAVORITE Utah county boutique, Cherry Lane Keepsakes, on University Ave.

I'm in awe.

Everyone who has seen me is in shock.

We seem to live in a very developed country.

There really is no legitimate reason that we should want this.

And yet we pay $13 to look like this:

Yes folks. I had a MAJOR spray tanning accident.

And yes, I was mistaken for an oompa loompah a few times.

It was humbling and humiliating and it happened...to me.

So if you want my advice on the subject,

DON'T BELIEVE THE CHICK AT THE COUNTER WHO PROMISES YOU

THAT YOU WON'T TURN ORANGE.

You will.

This week I'll drink two of these every day.

This week I'll wear these more regularly to remind myself to be studious.

This week I will spend time on this monster every single day.

This week I will write down everything that enters my body in this little pink book.

This week I will get one of these to continue my Spanish education.

Check up on me or else I'll forget to do these things.

xoxo

some new...some old...all lovely

I bought pink sparkly converse*The Wal-mart greeter said "Love you sweetie" as I walked out*I am the proud owner of a pink and silver beach cruiser*Today was my LAST first day of school as an undergraduate*I have 20 credit hours...apparently I hate myself*I got ANOTHER new phone. That equals four phones in one month*My favorite gray sweater has two huge holes in it. It drives my family crazy. I refuse to part with it*Water is my favorite drink*Simplicity is my motto for this year*I'm going to do my final research project on southern collegiate football as a performance*I was told today that I need to be mean on stage*I have an owl pencil*My new ASL teacher is fully a.m.a.z.i.n.g.*It's impossible for me to get sick of my family*I'm eating peanut m&m's for dinner*Life is Good.

Dear Christmas,

I love you. I love the jingling wreath on my front door. I love homemade Nativity sets. I love mucho family time. I love cousins coming home from far away lands for play time. I love Little America sleepovers with the afore mentioned cousins. I love caroling. I love seeing my breath. I love trying to find that special present for every person. I love red and green everywhere. I love Christmas music. I love Amberly and Nina getting home from their missions. I love hot choco. I love girl cousin sleepovers at Grandma and Grandpa's. I love staying up late just to stare at the Christmas tree. I love egg nog. I love eating nothing but junk so that gym time is ultra painful. I love how quiet Provo gets when everyone goes home. I love candles. I love The Grinch, Elf, The Santa Clause, and Home Alone. I love snowball fights...until I get hit in the face. I love always being nervous about my car getting stuck in the snow. I love the Christmas parties that fill every spare moment. I love reuniting with oldies at those Christmas parties. I love Jesus and I'm glad he was born. I love secret santa things. I love shiny stuff.

and right now, I especially LOVE the new Christmas playlist on this little bloggy.

xoxo

Dancing in here:

To them:

Next to one of these:

Caused this:

Let me preface this by saying two things:

1. It's embarrassing when you write on your FB that your phone is broken and the comments are things like "atleast it's not Dr. Pepper this time" or people say to you "Atleast you didn't fall in a pond this time" or "I feel so bad for your cell phones."
2. I could have a whole blog dedicated to the adventures of the cell phones of Annalece Boothe. Dear cell phones of the future: good luck.

Now for the story:

It was just after Thanksgiving dinner and we were all feeling like tubs of lard. Someone had the brilliant plan to go on a walk to "loosen up" the nastiness that had accumulated in our stomachs...and was not moving any too quickly.

A meeting place was decided and off we went...to the cemetery. Doesn't everyone meet at their grandmother's grave before Thanksgiving walks? Well, we do.

15 year old darling cousin was driving the white jeep pictured above. He followed us ever so closely and played us some tunes to get down to. Current song: "I Got a Feeling" by Black Eyed Peas. PERFECT T-day "loosening" muzak.

I was holding onto the jeep and dancing like a crazy person...really getting down with my bad self when I hear everyone gasp. As is expected, I kept dancing.

Brother runs over and picks up my cell phone from underneath the recently removed back tire...some have looks of horror...others of us start laughing. We laughed and laughed and laughed. Mother shot a few "that's-not-funny" glares but eventually laughed as well.

So, that Thanksgiving day I became very grateful that it was only a cell phone and not anything worse. I became grateful that there were people trying to contact me and that were concerned as to why I wasn't responding. That equals love. I became grateful for the ability to stay in touch with loved ones all over the world, if needed. Finally, I became grateful for phone insurance. I have it. You should have it. Everyone should have it. Dance parties are necessary sometimes, and sometimes they're gonna cost ya.