I feel a need to write, we shall see what appears.

I should be packing. That's really what I would like.. But everything seems to multiply. Like rabbits. Thankfully I have tomorrow off work. I will use my time. I will use it well. But I just have a hard time figuring out where to start.

So I have this weird tendency to hold on to things that belong to my dad. Not weird. It makes sense. But makes it difficult when I do not remain stationary. I have to remind myself that keeping certain things are okay, but other things just become burdensome. In this case, it's his briefcase. It's not necessary. In all actuality, I really just needed someone to say, "Amanda.. It's just sitting in the garage gathering dust. Keeping this will not bring you closer. It's okay to let it go."

My friend, Natalie, was talking to me today about her pending move to Arizona. She stopped right before we continued the conversation.
"I'm sorry, but I have to tell you.." 
"That I'm too white to be from Arizona?"
"No, I was just looking at you and I realized that you're really pretty! I don't know why I haven't noticed it before."
(Me laughing.)
It was so kind, so flattering, such a funny conversation.

I spent excessive amount of time with my friend Scott this weekend. I have come to realize that we are very similar. (He sent me a diagram last week that said we were 92% the same) To the point that sometimes he would say what I was thinking. Yikes. Unfortunately, I opened a weird can of worms this evening, to which I know how he would respond.. how I would respond.. and I have settled it out in my mind. Too bad he wasn't actually there for the conversation.

I spoke in church yesterday. It was about having worthy priesthood holders in your life. Priesthood.. and Fathers Day. Guess what, guys. It went well. I didn't even get weepy. It was quite the feat. But here's the deal, too.. I have had it in my head for probably 10 years a fear that I would be asked to speak on Fathers Day. Wouldn't that be the worst thing ever... I would back out, I told myself.. I would say, absolutely not! And then my brain turned to the preparation of such a day. The irony of it all. Thankfully.. It happened on a day that not that many people were there, but also in a ward that I love.

 I sat by a woman in Relief Society who was visiting my ward on Sunday. She told me I had a lovely alto. I have had a couple friends tell me this and I always scoff, because 1. it's coming from a friend and sometimes they lie to be nice and 2. I am always concerned that I'm off-key. But she didn't need to say it. Therefore I will run with the compliment. (I know I'm ridiculous)

I have 12 days. I have 12 days. I-do-not-dig-this.
Suddenly people are appearing and want to hang out. I CAN HAVE IT ALL! Every day has something. Several somethings.

It's very very very very funny to curse around Krista. Mind, I limit it to "damn." I use it especially when I refer to certain gents attractiveness.. Cause sometimes that's all you can say. She is always so amused. It's huh-larious.

I started watching a show that Christine recommended to me called "Call the Midwife." I am really enjoying the show, the characters, their stories.. It's  based on memoirs and set in 1950's, London. It's sliiiightly awkward when I am in my room and there are women screaming on the show birthing children. I can only imagine what it might sound like to the outside observer.

Back to packing.