{Things that cross my mind from time to time}

• Kate Nash lyrics. Kate Nash knows how to make everything better.
• How much I hate the book Oliver Twist.
• What my future kids will look like.
• Math just keeps getting easier and easier for me nowadays.
• My bed.
• How long some people's eyelashes are. I get jealous.
• Me playing piano in front of a large group of people.
• Learning the violin (it would make my life).
• What would happen if I moved to Mexico and had to speak Spanish. I think I would be pretty well off for a little while.
• My grades.
• What would happen if I deleted my Facebook?
• I often find myself thinking of life BEFORE my facebook. What did I do?! Oh yeah. Right. I had a life. I forgot.
• My future golden retriever dogs Lucy and Hero.
• What color I'm going to paint my nails.
• I normally have the obsession to floss my teeth.
• How different I plan on running my own household when I'm a mom. I don't plan on having my future household being anything like the house I'm living in now...that's not to be mean, it's just I'd like to start my own traditions.
• How much I REALLLLLYYYYY want long eyelashes {sigh}. It's my biggest wish ever.
• The gym. I'm constantly wanting to go.
• Sunlight. I miss it.
• Running. Something I enjoy and have gotten into the habit of doing again. When I run, I think of nothing. It's like I'm flying.
• If gas is 10 dollars or more a gallon by the time I'm able to drive, I'm buying a squirrel suit and flying everywhere I go. Stupid economy.
• How bad of a procrastinator I am.
• How often I stress out.
• How well I can normally rely on myself to get things done and how I can count on myself. Even my mom has commented on how independent I am.
• I really just want my sophomore year to be here.
• I want to go to EFY.
• I think this is going to be one of the hottest summers ever and I'm dreading it.
• I'm constantly tapping my fingers or my pencil. I'm fidgety. I ALWAYS always have to have my hands doing something.
• Boys. Not going to lie. They're everywhere.
• I'm always amazed at how different some people are. At how me and somebody else can look at the same thing and find a totally different meaning.
• Hands. I'm always watching people's hands. Hands fascinate me. They really truly do. 
• How weird I am. I never really fit in with people. I've always been myself, and, well, it's worked out well for most people. I don't plan on ever wanting to fit in. I just do me.
• Nature. It takes my breath away every day. I have to be outside at least once every day. I need to be. I can't take being locked up in a house.

{Interesting}

Quote I found.
I find it to be very accurate.

"They teach you that the truth is good. And then when you say the truth, everybody gets all offended."

{Urban Dictionary}

So I got bored, and I'm going through this phase where the Internet consumes most of my time.
Wait.
That's my life.
Anyways, I was on Urban Dictionary.com to see what my name means, and this is what it says for the name Tierra:

"A dangerous woman. Her name says it all! To nurture, give life, and flourish. Sadly, she is easily able to do the opposite: destroy, abolish, and completely devastate. If you're ever acquainted with one, be careful. You're not the only one who will be looking for her nurture and you're not the only one she will gladly devastate. Her voice is that of a Siren's, beautiful, but completely deadly if pursued. Her gaze is impossible to resist and her lips are sweet poison. Her skin is perfect (she won't agree) and her laugh can make the stapes, incus, and millius dance with excitement."

Hmm. Here's what I think of this.
I think that some of it is actually true. I do associate a lot at school with other people. I'm well known among my peeps. And when that happens, normally you are given a lot of power. That's how it works at most schools, no matter the grade. If you're popular, you're automatically given power over the rest. Anyone who's at least been through junior high can agree with me on that one. I'm not saying I'm popular or anything. At least, I don't consider myself. But a lot of others do. Which gives me the ability to be dangerous to the people around me. In a mean way to think about it (but in a way that's true), I have the power to destroy someone's social life within seconds. Anyone has that capability, really. But, I'm also known at school as not being messed with. I don't really take people's crap and I'll let them know that face to face most of the time. So dangerous? I could be. But for the most part, this just made me laugh.

Look up your name and tell me what it means. I am oh so curious.

{One of my favorite books of all time}

{Easter & Spring Activities}

Use Easter Eggs to practicer Upper and Lower case letters with little kids. Have them find the letter from a bowl of tiles (find tiles at a discount store) and put them in the egg that matched. Also, have them practice ABC order by putting the eggs in the carton ABC order.

Make Bird Nests!
1 (7 oz.) jar marshmallow creme(2 c.)
1/4 c. creamy peanut butter
2 tbsp. butter, melted
1 can chow mein noodles (3 c.)
1 c. chopped Holiday plain M&M's

combine marshmallow creme, peanut butter and butter; mix until well blended. Add noodles and 1 cup Plain M&M's. Mix Well. Drop by 1/3 cupfuls onto greased cookie sheets. Shape with greased fingers to form a nest. Let stand until firm. Dust bottoms lightly with powdered sugar. Fill with Peanut M&M's. Makes 10-12 nests.



Decorate Easter Eggs shapes with markers and stickers - another thing any kid loves.

YW Mutual Ideas

• Sidewalk chalk the bishop's driveway...lots of nice notes and creative drawings
• Homemade pizza night - have each girl bring a favorite topping, provide the dough, sauce, and cheese
• Ice blocking! We just need a park with some good hills...

man, I get so bored sometimes.

{Blechh.}

I'm so sick of all my clothes. I just want to throw them all away and start all over.

{Please...}

I don't marry this man, please.
SHOOT ME.
K thanks.

{Phew!}

And I'm back.
No, actually, I really haven't been that busy converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. REALLY. I'm so bored nowadays. And the truth is, I missed you  am hungry all the time, every second, every minute, every hour, every day. Money doesn't buy happiness, but hey, it buys me some marshmallows for my hot chocolate on random cold days like this, which is pretty much the same thing.
Anyways!
Hmmm (taps fingers), what do I feel like ranting about today...? hum de hum de hum.
Oh, I know. How about Justin Bieber, since all the girls seem to like him.
Here's the truth. I've caught Bieber Fever.
Now look, blogger. Before you catch a stroke and my internet connection stops, let me explain. I didn't really have Bieber Fever until maybe two weeks ago. I gradually started liking him. But before I did like him a lot, I never thought he was horrible. Everyone always talks about how horrible he is and I just shrug my shoulders and am like, "Hey, you know he can sing, he's cute, girls are going to like him. That's what makes the world go round." I figured his music really isn't that bad and maybe he'll just get a deeper voice when he's about 15. Well, he turned 17. And I lost hope. But then I listened to a few more songs by him recently and his voice really did change A LOT. And you know, it isn't so bad. I don't see why everybody hates him and wants him to die and all that jazz. He seems like a really good kid.
Oh, here's something really random.
I'm listening to Look At Me Now by Chris Brown and he was all like, "I can't see how you can hate from outside the club, you can't even get in!" And that made me laugh. :)
What else to rant about?
OHHHHHHHHHHHH. America's Best Dance Crew has started and I am happier than a squirrel in a tree. Hahahaha whaaaaa? Squirrel in a tree? What's gotten into me today. Once I stop being lame I'll start typing again.
Alright. I've composed myself.
Oh, I decided when I get older I'm going to have 2 dogs and one is going to be a golden retriever and I don't know what the other one's going to be but their names are going to be Lucy and Hero. :) And yes, Hero is a girl dog. I got the name from my favorite Shakespeare play (at least that I've read), called Much Ado About Nothing.
You know a song I really hate? LIKE REALLY CAN'T STAND? Forget You by Cee Lo or whatever his face is. See, I don't even know his name. I seriously hear that song almost every day, but that's not even why I don't like it. It's just such a freaking retarded song. I think artists are just getting lame nowadays. Get me some Beatles and I'm fine. Better yet, just give me someone who actually cares about what their writing. K thanks.
I think my favorite quote this week is by Wiz Khallifa, a rapper I actually have some respect for. I follow him on Twitter and he said, "If a girl admits she likes you, know that it took her every ounce of courage she has. Don't take her for granted." <--- said by a REAL man, just to let you fellows know.
I can't wait to get older and leave Illinois. I know that sounds kind of harsh, but I just want to travel or go somewhere on an adventure. If I ever end up being one of those people that talks about how much they want to get out of Illinois, but then never actually end up leaving, seriously just kill me.
Oh, also, if you watch the movie Mean Girls backwards, it's about a girl who got so unpopular she moved to Africa. Hahaha. Ohhh, I get so bored.
Um, so really this post has been about nothing but I can proudly say I got some stuff off my chest. Some of that unnecessary ramble that's be sloshing around my brain. I'm happy and I want to write songs about being happy and that'sawrap.

{seminary...}

seminary this morning was so FUN! I wish seminary was that fun every day:( since the dessert auction to raise money for girls' camp was tonight, we decided to make Banana Ravioli in seminary instead of really having a lesson. Yes, Banana Ravioli. Before you think, I'm crazy....well....for now you will have to think I'm crazy because I'm lacking sleep. But, it's really good (shake those nasty thoughts from your pretty little heads). So, Adam and I were in charge of cutting the bananas, but then Sister Woolf decided to take over my job so I helped Ryan with the chocolate. Well, I unwrapped it. And he chopped it in half. And then we put them on the bananas and put them in the oven and then we went into her sunroom and watched the sun come up. It was so pretty! And we passed off some scripture masteries. The guys passed off three and I passed off one (I'm ahead of them). We said the last one together. And there was just something so...peaceful...about it. Like, when I was reading the scriptures in that peaceful room with my two, like, brothers, everything just seemed so perfect! The Spirit was totally there and I was focused on scriptures and everything just felt right. I think it felt right because we could see the sun coming up and there was actual light. In her basement, it's kinda dark before the sun comes up down there. So, on Monday in seminary I'm going to ask if we can have seminary up in the sun room from now on since there's only like 5 weeks of seminary left. 5 WEEKS OF SCHOOL LEFT!!! My freshman year went by so fast. And it's only supposed to get faster. Before I know it, i'll be out of there within the blink of an eye. If we do have seminary in the sun room, we could all sit on the floor, and Sister Woolf could have the chair, and we could all watch the sun come up. I think it's wonderful. The guys can just deal with it if they don't like it, but today they seemed like they really liked it too. It was just a great start to my morning. I wonder how you can start out with such an amazing morning and end with a crappy night. It was just my mom yelling at the computer again, and yelling at Jordan and I about how she always treats us like we're two. Which, we don't act like we're two, we do help around the house when we're asked, and she sometimes doesn't realize that she treats us like we're BABIES and we don't know how to take care of ourselves! She doesn't let us do anything to LET us take care of ourselves, so therefore, we're apparently two. Oh well. Like I said, in 3 short years from now, I'll be on my way to college and it's one less two year old for her to take care of.
Good night, dear bloggers.

{love...}

These are actual children's answers to the question, "What is Love?"


"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody  most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." - Chrissy, 6

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." - Terri, 4*

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure it tastes OK." - Danny, 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then you get tired of kissing, and you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss." - Emily, 8

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend you hate." - Nikka, age 6*

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day." - Noelle, 7*

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." - Tommy, age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared any more." - Cindy, age 8

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." - Elaine, age 5

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." - Clare, age 6

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt." - Chris, age 7*

"Love is when your puppy licks your face, even after you've left him all day."  - Mary Ann, age 4

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." - Rebecca, age 8*

"You shouldn't really say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." - Jessica, age 8*

"Love is when you can express your feelings and how you tell somebody how you feel about them and love is like having a best friend but more." - Addie, age 8*

I put a star next to my favorites : ) I find these so interesting because...well...it's kind of sad that little kids grasp the idea of love better than teenagers and adults ever could. And I think the reason why is because, even though they obviously haven't felt it, they've seen it. And seeing it, I think, is sometimes better than feeling it because then it's not as confusing. They're opinions of love are so simple, and older people make love more than what it is. They forget love isn't just one BIG thing, it's a million little things compiled together. Love is holding hands. Love is just talking and getting to know one another. Love is smiling at each other and still feeling the same way you first did. Love is forgiving each other and saying sorry when you did something wrong. Love is being best friends. I think sometimes people forget.