Tell me that I'm so incredible

If you can't tell, I'm on a Buble kick. Eh, what ya' gonna do (shrugs shoulders)

On a completely different note, I'd like to jot down some things I'm grateful for. I've been wanting to post for a while about this and figured Thanksgiving eve eve is the perfect time.

In no particular order, I'm thankful for

1. my new lap top
2. education and the ability to be able to pursue it
3. everything my parents have done to make the above two things possible
4. my religion
5. my testimony
6. living close to my family
7. Michael Buble', Kelly Clarkson and good music in general
8. iGarage
9. Shoes for Crews
10. the temple
11. warranties
12. my imagination
13. others' imaginations
14. Believe
15. my one and only, completely beautiful sister
16. blue contacts
17. roommate pink tie day
18. the Practice
19. hugs, hugs and more hugs
20. the strength to endure ridicule and criticism
21. swing dancing
22. fried turkey
23. Colorado and all the memories and people that are/were there
24. organizational skills
25. monetary stability
26. musicals and those who love them as much as I do
27. confidence, honesty, integrity; basically the Young Women Values
28. three days of work and two days of paid vacation
29. the Atonement
30. cool breeze/Fall weather

The more I want you.

As I sat, sifted through miscellaneous papers and swayed to the soothing sounds of Michael Buble', I found a letter I started to write to my future wife. It was for a work shop at a YSA conference a few years ago hosted by a great couple, Rock-dawg and Donna. I never finished the letter but put it on a list of things I really need to do. It made me think. This past weekend, I went to another YSA conference in Florida. It was a blast! I wish my lazy cousin would post some pictures of me so I could post them on here. Anyway, I was called out in a workshop for being single; especially since I've been home so long from my mission. It really didn't bother me because I know why I'm not married...I'm not dating anyone. I've thought a lot about this recently and I really want to date. It is a little intimidating but I will be dating. So, this letter just made more sense to me. Maybe I need to finish it in order to move on. I know it's a little silly. But, my mom always said to put it on paper and it'll happen a lot easier. So, I'll be writing to the future Sister Garner. Oh, how I love that name. So, here's a toast to you Sister Garner. You'll be across the alter from me soon enough, wherever you are.

The smell of wine and cheap perfume

My day consisted mostly of listening to people tell us how sucky our facility is and then realizing how sucky it really can be to be on the other side of the desk.

I spent the rest of the day going visit some friends who were in need of some spiritual enlightenment in their home. Then, I came home, watched an episode of Glee (guilty), packed for Pensacola, then made an iPod play list for the trip. I tried to keep others in mind just in case they were interested in listening and threw a couple of my personal favorites. FYI...love the new Michael Buble' CD. Thanks Laura.

So, this trip. I really haven't thought much about it. I guess I've been worrying about others getting there that I didn't really think about going myself. I know I'll have fun. I'm rooming with some good kids and I'll enjoy being on the beach in the fall. I'm way pumped about the road trip. I need a break from everything and I really am going to relinquish control. Don't believe me? I am!

Can I get deep?

I know it's late because my thoughts are turning deep. It's a fault my family has. We all tend to over analyze things and especially later in the evening.

I've been thinking about my life recently. There's a lot that I have going for me. However, I wish I had more. I'm in kind of a rut when it comes to relationships. And I don't just mean girlfriend stuff. I mean just friends in general. I don't really view anyone as my "best good friend." I know I have people I can rely on and call up to go lunch-even though some of them bail on me at the last minute. But no one who I talk to on a daily basis that I feel connected to. I'm in no way depressed about this, but it's weird. I'm use to having a close friend. It's weird for me to not have one.

(Squirrel)So, I'm starting school again for the Spring semester. I'll be taking 2 online courses and 2 in class courses through BRCC. Might I say, BRCC is so typically Baton Rouge. It's a laid back kind of place and has a lot of quirks that need to be worked out. Case in point, the website is always going through some kind of change which makes a link or two inoperable. But, it's a great school to attend when it comes to learning criteria, class participation and student awareness. I definitely recommend it!

Ok, I guess I wasn't as deep as I thought I would be.

I've gotta new way to move and I got my own voice!

I went to the dreaded Wal-mart today to get my tires fixed. I was dragging my feet the whole way because I really do not like the Wal-mart. It's gotten worse over the years and I'd much prefer to go anywhere else. I had a nail in one tire and a slow leak in another tire; both purchased at Wal-mart and both with a warranty. I was just going to go to a small tire place to get it fixed but then my mom reminded me of this warranty. I bit my tongue, picked up my tail and drove in.

I arrived to a line full of people. There were two individuals with a basket full each of groceries. I was highly irritated. To add to this, the clerk that was checking these customers was by herself. I was disheartened and looked at this with grim eyes and a realization that I was going to be spending the rest of the afternoon and possibly evening with the cheerful hearts of Wal-mart.

The clerk that checked me in was surprisingly helpful. She checked me in with in a matter of minutes and I went on to do some planned shopping. I arrived back at the tire center and sat to wait to be called. As I witnessed the clerk check out customers, she was pleasant. It made me feel good to know that customer service is still alive. I love seeing her interact with her customers. She called me up and checked me out and was overly helpful.

I will probably not shop at Wal-mart on a regular basis. It's still not my favorite place to be. But I had a good experience and wanted to share it.

Feliz Compleanos

On Novemeber 4, 1981 around 1230, my mom woke up with the urge to go to the bathroom. She went to the bathroom and her water broke. About 6 hours later, I was born. I'm so grateful for me life. Upon retrospect, I'm very fortunate and I love the path I'm headed towards.

Today, I had plenty of birthday wishes from the faithful facebook friends. My mom, a few friends, my sister and a few cousins all called me. Two old friends ev

en called; one of which didn't even know it was my birthday, he was just calling to inform me of his engagement.

My sister made me dinner of delectable fried chicken, Paula Dean's macaroni and cheese and smothered cabbage. She also baked a delicious pumpkin spice

and praline cake.

We posed for an Olan Mills photo.

And then, of course, there is the infamous birthday tradition of the Brandie Kiss.

Then, I came home to my roommates singing me in English and Spanish, Happy Birthday.