A little me.

Hey, people... so, Cheryl's been screaming for a blog post for awhile now, so I decided to post some random poetry. Hmmn...

Poetry for me is strange. Sometimes I just have lots of feelings pent up inside, and I don't even know how to express myself... so I put random words together and make it feel right.... and then I have a poem.

I'm not very good at it.... and if you asked me what all that meant, I couldn't tell you. But it felt free to get it out. My original inspiration? The noise... well, silent hum, of the library. It's been engrossing to me lately. I revel in it. I feel magical in it. I shelve books in it as if I were some magical fairy, flitting from shelf to shelf.

...And then someone interrupts my revelry, and I'm forced to conform to the normality of an academic library.

Yet, once they're gone, I am free to revel once more. And imagine. And be someone I may not be.

But I love it.

And I never want it to stop.

Daydreaming.in.the.library.
~Amy

Cool Random Website.

So--- this website basically rocks.

It's called isthisyour.name

Basically, you put in your fist and last name and it pops up to tell you all these random things about your name. Here's mine.

It told me, for example, that there are approximately 53 Amy Lovelesses in the United States.

It also links to four or five of my own blog posts... that and some lady named Barbra A. is looking for someone named me. Or, er... with my name.

:)

Jason and I also found that Robert Smith and Michael Smith are probably the most common names in America. One of them is Melanie's dad. Hmmn.

Good times.

100 things I'd like to do with my life.

I was just thinking, as we drove from So. Cal to No. Utah. A dangerous pastime, I know... but I was thinking how there are a lot of random things I'd like to do with my life that I don't think about very often--- and that thus people Don't know. So here they are:

100 things that I'd really like to do with my life-- in no particular order:

1. Graduate from College.
2. Go to Europe.
3. Climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower. (kissing someone I love at the top wouldn't be too shabby, either.)
4. Publish a novel.
5. Publish a chilren's book. (I've sort of already done this-- but I didn't sell it to anyone. :D)
6. First kiss. (check)
7. Kiss in the rain.
8. Fall madly in love with an excellently funny, attractive, and talented returned missionary.
9. Marry either that guy, or an even better guy.
10. Own 2 cats-- an orange one named Rupert, and a black one named Baghera.
11. Create and teach my own classroom (but not the children).
12. Own a horse.
13. Stargaze regularly with people I love. (this one has to be an ongoing thing. I can never check it off. :D)
14. Go on a mission.
15. Own an English or Cockerspaniel. Or... a mutt that resembles one.
16. GO TO EGYPT. With Sister Pielago and Maria Jose.
17. The Colesium in Rome.
18. The Parthenon in Athens.
19. The Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.
20. The Louvre in Paris.
21. Big Ben in London.
22. Transylvania!
23. Speak (in French) to a native French-Speaker.
24. Speak (in Spanish) to a native Spanish-speaker. (besides telling my friend Alicia's mom, "No hables espanol." Everytime I knocked on the door.)
25. Go to New York City.
26. Go to Palmayra, New York.
27. Go to Kirtland, Ohio.
28. Go to Amish Country. (Living near them for an extended period of time would be AWESOME)
29. Boston.
30. Washington DC.
31. See wolves in the wild.
32. See coyotes in the wild.
33. Ride into the sunset. (With the prince, not the friar)
34. Visit as many national parks as possible.
35. Own my own car/vehicle. (A green VW bbug would be the best)
36. Tame a mustang!
37. Play drawing tag spontaneously. (See Daniel Powter's musical for "Bad Day," and you'll see what I mean)
38. Learn. Always.
39. Live debt free.
40. Skydiving.
41. Sell some art.
42. Go to Disneyland with the Girls.
43. Disneyland with my family. (again)
44. Be sealed in the temple for time and all eternity.
45. Speak in an accent. ALL DAY.
46. Find hidden rooms at camp. (Secret window, random archery door--)
47. Waltz.
48. See wild horses.
49. Share the gospel with a stranger.
50. Share the gospel with a friend.
51. Pay it forward. (live it)
52. Help someone's dreams come true.
53. Meet a famous author (JK Rowling, Stephenie Meyer, Diana Wynne Jones, Shannon Hale, etc.)
54. Orchard "Reunion."
55. Learn to play the piano.
56. Learn to sight read music.
57. Write my own song. (words, notes, and all)
58. Get some sort of vocal lessons.
59. Own a multicolored car.
60. Do something noble.
61. Dream the same dream as someone I love. (meaning... as we're both sleeping, we have the same dream. :D)
62. Be fit. :D
63. Finish a novel.
64. Have children.
65. Dance with my feet on his feet. <3>
66. Design a dress or costume and see it successfully sewn into life.
67. Be a voice actor in an animated film or clip.
68. Animate or be a part of the animation team for an animated film or clip.
69. Burst out into musical song and/or dance without embarrassment in a public place. Maybe even get someone to join in!(again)
70. Get flowers from a boy I like. (again)
71. Have a boyfriend. That'd be nice.
72. Read the Great Books.
73. Read all the Jane Austen Novels.
74. Read Charles Dickens!
75. Turn Thomas Pearlton into a character in a story.
76. Swim with dolphins.
77. Rockclimbing would be fun. (again)
78. Go to Chuck-E-Cheese's on a date.
79. Go to an Archery Range on a date.
80. Watch Pride and Prejudice with a boy I like. (Cuddling is encouraged)
81. Visit Bethersden in Kent, England and find out if Lovelace Place still exists.
82. Complete as much of a Pedigree chart as possible--- I mean... Family Tree Extraordinaire!
83. Return to Concepcion for the dedication of the temple!
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90.
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98.
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100.

I still have 20 left. I may add more if I think of a bunch. XD

Blue Skies and Butterflies

Posted on myspace blog June 31, 2007

A butterfly taught me something about life today.You see, at Trefoil Ranch, we have an abundance of these most feminine flying insects. They especially like the purple flowers of the stinging nettle for some reason. Today as I was walking down the hill from Bar M, I began to notice the butterflies. I allowed my mind to wander from children and drama and teaching and stress and allowed myself to just be. It's a strange feeling, letting go of everything like that. I felt completely at ease to watch a butterfly spin lazily around me and off into the forest. I felt no rush to finish my hike. This is not really what the butterfly taught me, though.

I continued down the hill, dissappointed by the apparent lack of purple flowers and thus, butterflies. Then, just before the trail opens onto the pavement by the lodge, another group of thistle grew. Life abounded. Bees and butterflies sucked nectar from the spiky purple flowers, while ants herded aphids along the stems. All this, and yes a single butterfly caught my avid attention. She sat on one such purple flower, sipping from each section with obvious concentration. It was her wing that caught my attention, however.

One of her wings was perfectly smooth and colorful, while the other was jagged and clear... someone, or something, had clearly abused this beautiful creature. Could she fly, I wondered. With one wing so lopsided from the other, was there a way for her to get enough lift? I examined the height of the flower. It seemed obvious that she must be able to fly, for it was perched on a stem nearly as tall as I am. I was fascinated, however; I stood glued to the spot, watching avidly as her fellows moved from flower to flower, sometimes landing on bees and quickly changing position. The bees didn't really seem to mind this, for they kept drinking their fill. I even wondered briefly how quickly a flower refills its nectar.

And then it happened. My broken-winged butterfly took flight. Now it may not have been as graceful as her fellows, but still she lifted herself high into the sky and glided gently to another purple flower.

Oh that I could be like that broken-winged butterfly.

My Little Shopping Splurge

Ahh... the Good Ol' Days.
It all started the other day with my discovery of Chandra's My Little Pony. It was a beautiful thing, all pink and yellow, with a tiny little heart stamped on its foot and a pineapple on it's hindquarters. For a moment or two I stood motionless and staring. Memories of old popped back to the surfaces of my mind, and suddenly I felt amazing. It was like being three again. I wanted one-- I wanted a My Little Pony. For absolutely no rational reason, I wanted one! I asked where she found it. Her Reply?

"WalMart. I got her at WalMart." She smiled quietly, doubtless frightened by that frenzied look in my eye.

"Five bucks," I said, trying to make my sudden urge less insane, "Is very reasonable, don't you think?"

Annette, Justin, and Lindsey all shruged. Annette, with that mature, motherly glance of hers smiled as if to say, "It's your money, dear."

We hit the toy isle last. Actually, we almost missed it all together. That was when Annette, who had wandered off herself, came almost running to where Lindsey, Justin and I were looking at board games.

"Amy! Do you remember the cupcake dolls?!"

"Yes, why?"

"They're back!! The Cupcake dolls are back, see?"

"Oh my gosh!" Lindsey said, taking the litle doll from Annette's outstretched hands, "Are you serious?!"

We all wandered to the toy aisle to marvel at them. That was when I found her...

((And now, because I'm procrastinating, I shall break. Until next time...!))