It's Like The Clouds Have Parted.

... And God came down, and said:
DUH.


This book has changed my life, no lies.


Seriously.
How many hours, days even, has any one given girl spent justifying, making up excuses for why a guy didn't call her, didn't come over, doesn't want to meet the family? It's because
He's JUST NOT INTO ME.

It's not that he's tortured, he can be as 'damaged' as he wants.
If he's interested, he's going to act like it.
If he's not, then why on earth would I waste my time?

WHY DID SOMEONE NOT GIVE ME THIS BOOK MY FRESHMAN YEAR?!?!?!

Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know, if you're female, BUY THIS BOOK. I'm borrowing the one I'm reading, but I WILL actually buy my own copy.
Which is a big deal for me; I usually don't buy books, I just borrow them.
But seriously, it's like I've been so blind my whole life...

I mean, I am awesome. And I deserve to spend my time/effort on someone who's going to spend the same amount of time/effort on me that I am him.
And 'it's better than nothing' is NOT good enough anymore.

Whoo girl power!!!

:]

Do One Thing Everyday That Scares You.

Check, and check.

Seriously though, I LOVE it!! New haircut brings more joy than new shoes... Almost. But I got a pair of those a while back, too.

So, this song has been stuck in my hair ALL DAY:
I know this pretty rave girl
always thinkin' 'bout her
and when she says hi to me
butterfly's go right through me
and when I see her dancin'
wanna take a chance in
getting a little closer
and maybe get to know her

Makes me want to go to a dance and bust a move.

Everyday Should Be A Holiday.

And it was... But this was a special holiday.

This is the first Valentine's Day, I think of my entire life, that I thoroughly enjoyed.
After putting around Jerome, we drove down to Prescott... It was kinda a bust, but it was really fun to just walk around and see all the little shops and the clock tower where Back To The Future was filmed... Neato. We ended up getting bored and leaving early, though, which was the BEST choice EVER.

We drove down to Anthem, to Amy's house, and picked up strawberries and chocolate, then threw on our swim suits and headed for the HOT TUB!
Miss Amy turned in after a while, but Shay and I stayed up until around 1 AM, just talking and giggling and venting and confiding... It was amazing. I was able to let loose about so many things that I haven't been able to tell ANYONE about... And I love it. It was so cleansing, ya know?
So that was my V-Day, the next day we had a blast making goodies, taking naps, then meeting up with Dad and getting all dolled up and going out to dinner, then we came back and watched 'Tool Academy'... Can I just tell you how freaking funny that show is? It makes me want a boyfriend just so I can put him on there. 'course, I don't think I'd ever EVER date anyone like those guys...
Um. I guess I should say I won't ever EVER date anyone like that again. Ha.



Woke up Monday, met up with Mom and went shopping.
Oh Ross, oh Ross, wherefore art thou Ross?
I got an adorable blue trench coat, and bought my sexy librarian shoes! Hurray! I've wanted a pair forEVER, and these were only TEN BUCKS! Yay and a half.
Also, I got Lord of the Rings: Two Towers: Extended Edition for... Drumroll please...
FOUR DOLLARS AND NINTEY NINE CENTS.
Yes, I'm awesome.
I know.

Then drove home, dropped Shay off, and got home.

All in all, this has been such an amazing weekend. Thanks a bizillion to Shay and Amy, and Dad, who all made it possible.

On A More Somber Note...

I'll get back to my amazing weekend in a bit, but I just wanted to let everyone know that Sunday, February 15th, my great grandpa Bob Hanna passed away. He's been ready to go for some time, years even. But he's been a big part of my life, especially since I moved to Arizona. He's Dad's grandpa, and lived in Gilbert for years and years, but he's being buried in Pittsburgh, where he spent most of his life.
He was a member of the Pittsburgh Fire Department, and his house reflected it... He had hoses and hats and little fire trucks all over. That and everyone's favorite cookie jar: It was a little fireman, and it yelled at you when you opened it up to take a cookie.
I blogged about him back in June, we weren't sure if he would make it much past then. But he survived the holidays, which is what he really wanted.
Grandpa Bob always took a real interest in me, and he always asked the important stuff: How's school, how's the weather, and how rich is your boyfriend. He told me all the time 'Don't you give your heart away until you've checked out his bank account first. It don't matter if he's good lookin, you can't pay the bills on good lookin.'
Unfortunately, I never really had anyone to tell him about, rich or otherwise... Probably because I always seem to end up in the valley right after a break up. [Really, that's when I need it the most, but still.]
Anyways, I just wanted to say that I love Grandpa Bob, and I'm glad he's out of pain, and we'll miss him something fierce.

There Are No Words.

This last weekend has been such an incredible healing experience.
I truly cannot put into words how good it has been for me. But I can tell you everything that happened, and I can show you the 300 odd pictures we took. :]

Around two on Friday, Amy got to my place and we started the 3 hour drive to Jerome, up switchbacks and at the very tip top of a mountain. It, literally, it at the top of the world. It was twisty, turny, and all around stomach turning... But so incredibly worth it. We finally started seeing little... Cottages, almost, brightly colored, and old fashioned cars, and people with dreadlocks that looked like they had taken a wrong turn at Woodstock, and Shay knew she had found her Nirvana.
We found our bed and breakfast, The Surgeon's House. The story is that back in the day, the 1800's, there was a hospital and something happened and now it's all haunted, well this is the doctor's house. But it was the farthest thing from pristine or surgical. The owner, Andrea, greeted us with big hugs and showed us around her beautiful house, and made sure we knew that Mother Earth was looking after all her fishes, and that fairies lived in the gardens.
I have never known something to be truer.
That night we ate dinner at the Haunted Hamburger and got -what else?- daiquiris. Then we went into Amy's room, and did a cute little photo shoot in some of the hold decorations, nightgowns and such, and just stayed up and giggled. It was silly and wonderful... Exactly what the doctor ordered. I know it sounds silly, but somehow, being up there at the top of that mountain, waking up to a wall painted like the sea, eating a fantastic [all vegetarian] breakfast, and being there with Miss Amy, who is one of the coolest, least judgemental people I know... I felt so safe. Like nothing could reach me, no heartache or stress or pain could find me here in this purple room overlooking a fairy garden.
Next day we shopped around Jerome, which was absolutely a blast. My favorite part was the House of Joy... An old whorehouse converted into a cute little shop, where I bought these totally cool 1950's cat eye sunglasses.

Samthecomputer is being lame, so I'm gonna have to cut short this one... But Jerome: Part Duex is coming very son to a blogspot near you!