I have a problem you guys. I'm seriously addicted to frozen applesauce cups... I've finished three already and I just BARELY bought them! Anyways...

I painted a fence with Hawna yesterday. (Well, sort of... We just primed it.) Cross off another life experience!
Here are some things I learned:
1. I was not born to be a fence painter.
2. I am, however, great at getting paint on myself.
3. Before you paint a fence you have to put primer on. I don't know much about paint, but from what I've gathered, primer helps the paint stay on better, and prevents the paint from seeping through the wood.

The fence looked kinda lame when we got there. The paint was peeling, and parts of it were completely bare. It was a sad little fence. Our job was to take the primer, and cover all the bald, rough spots. To get in the nooks and crannies, and make sure everything was covered. To prepare the fence to look AWESOME. This was not a fun process. (For me at least.) It didn't smell good, was super messy, and took a loooooong time.  But I know that fence is going to look awesome when it's finished.

Maybe we're like fences too. I mean, we might be sturdy, and good at doing our job of keeping out small children and protecting flowerbeds from wind, but sometimes Heavenly Father has other things in mind for us. We often only see ourselves as plain old fences, but Heavenly Father sees beyond that. He sees us as the finished product- a beautifully painted, clean white fence. Before we can become that beautiful white fence though, we have to go through the priming.
The past couple weeks have been pretty hard. But I think they've been a kind of "primer" for me. I've been learning lots and figuring important things out, and while it's a constant struggle and some days I want to sob quietly into my pillow and sing "Don't Cry For Me Argentina", I know it's a good struggle and it will be worth it.

 2. Nesting dolls from Russia. Look how tiny they get! I have the best aunt and uncle ever!

It's gonna be a wordy one today folks. Love me through it, mmkay?

All this year, as well as last year, I've worried about career choices. It seemed everyone around me knew what they wanted to do, what they wanted to go to school for, 100%, black and white, no questions asked. I struggled with that. I had (and often still don't have) NO clue what I'd end up doing. My teachers and leaders have drilled into me from an early age that an education is essential, and I know that, but you know what? I think it's okay not to have everything planned out. This is what I want for my life:

I don't like when plans change. Especially when they're plans that I was looking forward to. But sometimes, it happens. Like last night when my plans for today were cancelled. I woke up this morning angry. I don't get angry very easily, and it's a weird feeling. Especially when you're angry with someone you normally aren't. Mostly though, I think I was disappointed. 

I think this is one of my new favourite scriptures. It just applies to so many different things, and it was something I needed to read this week. Also, if posts are scanty and kinda lame for the next little while, it's because I need me time. So don't be hatin'. Send me flowers. Or better yet, you can offer to guest post for me! :)

I don't think I ever posted my summer bucket list, so here ya go. There have been other things added to this list since it was first drafted, like puddle jumping (check), build a blanket fort of epic proportions, and ride the university elevator while sitting in lawn chairs.  Can you guess which things I've already done? Comment and place yo bets! Winner gets a radtastic surprise.

Also, I'm looking for people that would like to do some of these with me! (I'd love to watch a sunset sometime soon FYI.) Any takers?

Also also, a BIG Happy Birthday to my Daddy today! I missed calling/singing to him because he was at work, so he's gonna get the biggest, raddest Happy Birthday song of his LIFE when I get ahold of him.

Last night while skyping with the sensational Mr. Toner, we were discussing our blogs and how many pageviews we each had and I may have said something to the effect of, "I should blog about something racy! That'll get lots of guys to read it at least!". Hence the title. We'll see if this works.

And now that I have shamed the family name considerably, let's move along.

Every once in awhile, life drops a huge everything bomb on me and it feels like I have a hundred billion and six things to worry about. And then I get really stressed out and sad and I snuggle up under a duvet and watch Beaches and Pride and Prejudice and cry and stuff. But then I have a day where things work out and the everything bomb seems a little smaller and life seems a little bit better. Today was one of those days.

I slept in really late, which may have been a waste of a morning, but was something I desperately needed. Then I got just about everything done on my to-do list that I needed to! I love when I actually accomplish things. Later in the afternoon, Ben and Lizzy came over for supper and told me all about their first day of work! We made pizza from scratch and it was REALLY good. Then my friends did the dishes and forbid me from helping. I had to listen. Lizzy gave me THE LOOK. And while we were in the kitchen we did the Cha Cha Slide. And then Ben taught Lizzy the Hoedown Throwdown. However,   since I promised I wouldn't post the video anywhere on the internet, you'll just have to settle for pictures. :P
 The three of us proceeded to run important errands, such as getting ice cream. And jamming out in the car to Lizzy's baller playlist and laughing at the faces of people in the cars passing us. Ben and Lizzy's friend Pendo was playing in a soccer game, so after getting ice cream, we went to go watch! I was really happy I got to just hang out and chat with them, since I won't see them as often as I'd like for the next little while now that they're working.
 We may have stayed after the game to play ourselves...