D-Day Approaches...

Finals are coming. I know that means nothing to you all out in Jersey, or my loves at BYU-I, but for me that means a lot. LOL I have been so stressed trying to finish all my papers and articles and projects before the last day of classes on Tuesday, not to mention brushing up the Samba, Rumba, Swing, Waltz, and Foxtrot for my dance finals on Monday. OY! But, no worries, life is good.

Today was epic. First, because the SUN WAS OUT!!! For those of you who don't know, the weather in Utah has been CRAZY these past few weeks and we've had rain, snow, and sun (sometimes in the same day). It's truly annoying. But today was gorgeous. But, more epic than that, today I officially mourn the loss of my adolesance (and yes, I'm to tired to figure out how to spell that). Today, I threw a baby shower for one of my best friends who is my age. Erica is married and having her first son, Landon, in about two weeks. She's fabulously pregnant and just adorable. Being the youngest in my family, and having been relatively young and distant when my aunts had their children, I am not accustomed to pregnancy the way most Mormons are. So being near her was truly fascinating to me. And baby shopping was truly a treat. Baby overalls and little onesies. It was quite the experience. But, in realizing that my friends are now becoming mommies and daddies has caused me to come to the realization that playtime is over (so to speak). People are getting married, going on missions, having babies, and entering the career world. Wow. I must have missed that memo about being a full-blown adult at age 20.

On a much lighter note, the ICE CREAM MAN came down our street today!!! Needless to say, I ran down into my apartment and stole some of my laundry money out of its jar for a creamsicle (yes mom, an orange creamsicle =D). Upon purchasing said treat, I proceeded to stick my tongue out in absolute excitement and anticipation of the first taste of my tongue touching that sweet, orangey taste of springtime officially being here... and you'll never guess what happened. Remember poor little Flick from "A Christmas Story"? Yup, you guessed, I got my tongue stuck to my popsicle!

Yeah, I don't know how I managed it, either. But, fortunately, Meghan was nearby with a camera, and Jenna was nearby with a cup of warm water. I will forever feel empathy for Flick when they rip his tongue off that pole, IT HURTS! Hahaha

I'm going to go to bed now, but please continue to laugh at my expense, and say a prayer or 700 for me through the next two weeks as I finish out this year with a BANG!

I love you all.

Ciao!