"We're about to be serenaded!"
"With Benton's trombone?"
"Yeah! It's really sexy!"

"Are you watching Shark Tank?"
"No, I don't have TV here."
"That's sad. They're giving Kevin a massage right now. You're missing out."

"Are you smiling yet?"
"No."
"Does someone need a positive affirmation!? I like your..."
"MOM. STOP."

"Well, I think it's only like minus 58 now instead of like minus 73!"
"Oh, well that's good!"

"What are you up to?"
"Finding apps for mum's work."
"Did you find me any apps?"
"Dad, you don't have an iPod! Or an iPhone! Or Apple anything!"
"WELL MAYBE I'LL BUY ONE SO YOU CAN FIND ME APPS!"

1. It's extremely entertaining to watch your old Linguistics prof try to meringue and salsa, until you awkwardly realize that you're probably five times worse than she is.

2. Middle-aged women really dig Selena Gomez.

3. There are at least two female students at the university that would be willing to trade sexual favours for a free tattoo. (They were talking really loud about it too. It was hard not to eavesdrop.)

4. Apparently "Copy and paste!" is the newer, nerdier way of saying "ditto" or "What he said".

5. Museums in the 1800s didn't label anything. They just slapped everything up in a case and called it a day.

6. There was a woman called Lady Hester Pitt who was the daughter of the then British Prime Minister. He decided to take her with him on a tour of Syria, and I guess part of their Daddy-Daughter date was visiting this asylum there. Well, she met a patient who told her that he had a vision that she would one day be Queen of the Jews and lead them back to Israel. Then she moved to Palestine to "fulfill her destiny" or something. I guess the guy was pretty convincing.

Confession time.

I'm obsessed with mail.

I LOVE getting mail. I don't even mind getting bills, because at least it's mail. I sign up for free samples to get mail. I make Momma Froc mail things to me. I sometimes even sit watching out the window for the mailman to come up the drive with the little bundle of letters in his hand.

I know I post a lot of videos, but seriously. Watch this one. It's perfect for Sunday afternoon!

On Thursday, I had an appointment with a dietician.

The first thing she said to me was, "I'm not here to weigh you. That doesn't tell me anything about you anyway. It's only a very small piece of you. It doesn't tell me your talents. It doesn't tell me what a good friend you are or your likes or your achievements. So I really don't care about that. I'm here to help you make good choices and set goals. I want to help you get better so that you can sing and be a good friend and do all the things you want to do. And when we get everything balanced in your life, that's when you're gonna shine!"

Um, nicest lady EVER.

When the appointment was almost over, she paused in the middle of her train of thought, and looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Can I be on your team? To help you shine?". It caught me off guard, but I nodded my head, and she continued on the subject we were on before.

The idea of having my own "team" is intriguing to me. I've never thought of it like that before. And ever since then, I've been thinking over the question, "Who's on my team?". When I got home that Thursday night, I decided to make a list.

My doctors are a big part of my team. (Dr. Muscat, Dr. Smart, Patricia, and Diane) And my parents are definitely on my team. And so are my siblings. My relatives living close by are on my team. Sister Watson is on my team. My dear Baby and Zygote (Rachel and Shelby) are on my team. Summer and Elizabeth are on my team. Ben is on my team. Nicole is on my team. Katrina is on my team. And I know Heavenly Father is on my team...

And so my list went on. I included everyone I knew who cares about me, or who would help me if they knew I was going through a rough time. Soon, I had a page was full of names. My team now looked more like a small army, and for the first time in awhile, I didn't feel so alone.

Who's on your team? Sometimes when you feel like you can't fight anymore, it's a good question to ask yourself. I promise, there's always someone.