The blessing of singledom

Although this picture looks like a vision out of my Sariah-waking-up-happily-married-to-fox-of-a-man daydream; I find my self enjoying the picture and moving on.

Just lately, I have not been having the daydreams that show me as getting married in the "insert the temple of your dreams here" or dreaming about the bundle of children I will have one day. (odd how some look like Ewan Mcgregor – the other, LL Cool J) I haven't even been imagining about never having to work again and spending my days going to the park with my family.

Nope, not one of these daydreams has been entertaining my thoughts for the past few months.

My imaginings are of a more of a solitary nature.

I dream of the day that I can become a published and an acclaimed author. I even urn for the day that I can own my own place that is clean and can have as many feminine touches that my heart desires. I’m excited for the uncountable days of waking up diagonally across my bed, all of the covers selfishly surrounding me, and not worrying about bad breath until I actually am forced to leave my house.

These beautiful and delicious thoughts have truly been filling my every wish.

Yes, I want to get married and have the entire children/house/pet package. But it seems as thought my heart has been pushing this end into a much later future than I had previously desired.

I love being able to go out when ever I want and only having to pay for one dinner/ticket/souvenir- not two. I don’t have to worry about car seats, dirty diapers, and babysitters. I don’t have to wait for a man to bring home the bacon. (I’m allergic to it anyways.) I get to watch the movies that I want to watch. Bathe when I want to relax. Clean - and have it stay clean. I order what I want on the pizza of my choice. My music selection is always playing. I get the best seat in the house. I get to pray and read and get ready in peace.

I’m sure; if the time comes for me to get married I will be ecstatic.
But until then, I am enjoying being #1. Hallelujah.

Memories of Noodle

Mr. Noodle is a character off of Elmo's World, a very loved TV show of Chase Fisher. Chase was a boy that I nannied for about 2 years. He was the cutest little guy with such a sweet temperament. It was a sad time for him with his parents going through a divorce and then neither one of them being home...ever. Our favorite game was when he would get on my back and I would run around the house slapping the walls right before I ran into them. Trust me, I know it doesn't sound too fun, but his intense high giggles made it the best game ever. To settle down we would sit on the couch, eat dinner (which normally had a course of gummy bears), and watch Mr. Oooodle.

I love white-trashy-food. My friend Meaggie taught me how to make a noodle burrito. Mmmm. (Also, very healthy.) lol. Step 1. take a package of ramen and open one end. Fill this half way up with warm water and let soak. Step 2. slowly make sure that all of the noodles become al dente. Step 3. drain water. Step 4. Add seasoning and mix in with a fork-trying to get it evenly coated. Step 5. Push noodles down into the package into a rectangle shape. Step 6. roll the excess package over until you have a tight roll. Step 7. sit on it for 15-30 minutes. (ha.) Step 8. heat in the microwave and remove from package or take it out or package and roll in tin foil - roast on a campfire. I laughed when she told me about the ramen burrito-then I tried it. It's super yummy on a camp fire.

The band Gorillaz has a virtual band; their in that said band is my favorite character, Noodle. She is freaking awesome, RIP. (Her pic is above) The lead singer of the band draws his characters and they regularly star in his music videos and decorate his cd covers. I love the song Feel Good Inc and Clint Eastwood.

Cranberry Orange Chicken over a bed of noodles was the first dish that Greg cooked for our family. Lera's husband Greg was pulled from a Singles Ward parking lot, by our mother, and invited over for dinner. He thought it was cool that we all had dinner together and offered to cook the next time he came over. At the time he worked at Albertson's. He bought a cook book and the required ingredients and made us all dinner. It wasn't the best dinner... But we all treasure Greg in our family. From the first Sunday dinner he cooked to the current ones, Sunday's wouldn't be as fun as they are now with out my Bro Greg.

The best scene of Lady and the Tramp was when they are sitting together and eating spaghetti. The noodle - what a simple tool that Walt Disney thought of to bring them together as a couple. awww.

My mom used to take me and Lera to the Hunter High School swimming pool to play. We loved to swim growing up. I remember how they would always have the floating boards to help us paddle our way across the pool. I also remember the very rare and ultra colorful pool noodles. I envied the kids that had them as I had my rubber band colored board. They floated in the pool like colorful sprinkles on top of a water cake. The boards were good to stand on and try to stay up, but the pool noodles, oh those pool noodles had endless possibilities. You could sit, jump rope, seesaw, rocking horse, rainbow, snake, and balance beam across the pool. Pure innocent magic.

Red Robin is a restaurant that my best friend Shea and I visit a lot. On the wall in the hallway as the waiter takes us to our seat, I pass my favorite Red-Robin-Poster. Different types of noodles and how they all differ in appearance. My favorite type of noodle is the bow-tie or Farfalle pasta.

Word.

Last year I saw my friend Alice make a post about her word for the year. It's a word to lead you through the year and remind you what to focus on. When I saw it I really wanted to blog about it!! Of course I forgot.

This year, dear Alice, had continued the word of the year. Luckily I was reminded by her post and this time I'm not going to forget to blog my personal word of the year.

My resolutions this year are very spherical and don't really have any designated out come. I simply want to be better this year. Better at everything. Small and strong growth that will become a permanent part of my being. With my resolutions, that are written down over 3 entire pages, I realized the perfect word for me this year.

Anew.

A tip of the hat to the Online Webster's Dictionary to give it's perfect definitions;
1 : for an additional time : again begin anew
2 : in a new or different form a story told anew on film

I like the old me, she's defiantly staying, but it's time for the old me to marinade in something other than the past. It's time to add new life. New passions. New soul.