My best friends.

Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone.

I got into Tippie at the University of Iowa (for my mba)! There is a very good chance I will be a Hawkeye next year! 

I was going to post a blog and then remembered the people that read it are the people I call when I’m upset/happy/concerned/frustrated. Blogging is starting to seem silly. 

To make everything in her life a million times more complicated then they need to be. 

Applications are owning my life.

That and alcohol. 

I’m going to University of North Carolina to see if I like it next weekend.

And they’re having a casino night. Sounds perfect? Yes, I agree.

I promise I will make a real post later Vince. 

My favorite thing to do to postpone doing something I am dreading is going through old knick knacks and saved notes. 

I keep a ridiculous amount of things, I want to keep things streamlined so when I do move (which god I hope is soon) I don’t have to sort through things, but I am completely inclined to hoard. 

I do the thing that every girl does, the I’m going to scrap book these some day or some day I’m going to want to look at these. I look at them often, whenever I am having a particularly hard day theres something in one of those little boxes that can make me smile. 

But, whenever I go through everything in those boxes, all of the photo albums and whatever else randomly has been blessed with my memories the thing that sticks out the most to me are the things that I didn’t keep. 

Josh loved oragaimi. I know how incredibly lame that sounds, but he really loved it and at the time I thought it was cute. Every note he sent me was folded like something different (Which again when you’re 14-15 you think is cute). But there aren’t any little swans, tiny frogs or paper hearts in my boxes. We went to three dances together, dated for almost a year, but I can’t find a picture of us to save my life. 

I think I have one photo of Ev and I together, for whatever reason I am severely lacking in photos of my freshman year of college. 

I think thats probably the reason I haven’t really mourned for them, I don’t have any reminders of them in my life, haven’t for years now. I’m not sure if I’m going to resolve that issue. 

So the moral of the story is I need to save more things, take more pictures, treasure more moments.

Mexico, mexico mexico. 

The trip to Mexico was fantastic. Everything was great, good times etc etc. 

Expect a blog about it eventually. 

Currently I’m dealing with the worst part of the trip, the sun burn. Disgusting, my shoulders are covered in blisters and recovered blisters that are peeling ish….its painful and ugly and preventing me from actually sleeping. 

So thats where I am. Watching some True Blood, wishing I could sleep and being anxious for the trip to Phoenix. 

Don’t you just love when you meet someone and for whatever reason they give you butterflies.

The I can’t wait to get to know them more because we seem to click vibe. 

Thats my favorite. 

Yesterday in a nutshell can be described by that.

Things are just about to get exciting. 

For the past couple of months I’ve been trying to work on a bucket list.

You’ve seen the movie, know the concept, but just in case you’ve kept your head firmly in the sand, its a list of things you dream of doing before you die. 

The problem with writing a bucket list is that its supposed to be about things that passionately inspire you, and to be honest I’m having difficulty pin pointing things that passionately inspire me. 

Theres dumb things on mine, stupid silly girly things like hold hands under the Effiel Tower, or take a picture holding up the leaning tower of pisa. 

And serious ones like hold my child and own my own house. 

But, the unexpected result of working on my bucket list is that its made me look at all the things that I’ve done in the past few years that would be on it, or maybe they never would have, but they are moments I will always remember. 

So many of the moments include my family, all these months since I’ve graduated I’ve been well, less then thrilled that I have to live at home. If I had gotten my dream job and moved away, I would have really missed out on some amazing times with my dad. 

Not to sound like a hockey fanatic but a lot of these memories involve the sport. Its just something we all love.

Things like:

The Saint Louis Trip with Matt and Dad

Watching the Hawks take home the cup with them at the bar

Going to the Stanley Cup Parade 

Playoff Hockey, something everyone in my family always has talked about doing, and we did it. 

Other things 

Sharing a the musical experience of my life with my parents and Shannon

Road Tripping to Washington with Phill, seeing Mount Rushmore

Breaking into Lake Michigan at 5am with Cassie (okay, not bucket list but a really fucking great time)

Alabama football (Roll Tide!) with Steve

And half a dozen other moments that I’m forgetting. Just sharing my new perspective.