Sleep, body sleep.

Have you ever woken up on a Saturday, looked at the clock on your night stand and realized it was 6:30 a.m.? If you are like me, you will then roll over and start using your fingers to figure out how many hours of sleep you had just recieved. I only held up five fingers today. I slammed my hand back onto the blankets  and rolled over to face the wall.
I then had this quite conversation with my body.

Me: "Please go back to sleep, I promise we will dream of something good."
Body: "No Way, we have to many things to do today."
Me: "I know, but sleep will help me function better"
Body: "Get up! No sleep. We have got things to do."
Me: "Like what?"

Then it will go through a world wind of today's activities, and what I thought only be a few items, became what seemed like a extreme Costco shopping list. I put my head under the pillow. . . and heard myself. . . or really my body say to itself,

"You really think that is going to help you escape today?"

So here I am . . . avoiding my list of extreme lengths, and eyeing my bed like a piece of chocolate.

I just want some sleep.

Body: "No! now go brush your teeth, it stinks. . . and do something with your hair. . . "

Here I go. . .

I caught you!

Dear G.D. 


         let me first off introduce myself. I am Laurel C. You were a Senior Class Officer when I was a sophomore getting lost in the new hall ways of High School. I saw you many times on announcements and assemblies and thought you were rather handsome but knew I didn't have a chance for you to look twice at me. . . I should have given it a few more years. 
         A little over a year ago, I went into the River Hills Single Ward for the first time and I saw you there. You looked over at me and I looked over at you in sacrament and you quickly directed your eyes somewhere else. A girlish giggle ran through me, but I calmed myself and tried to not thing to much about it. However, over months time I kept catching you looking at me. 


Then one day you vanished. 


          You were gone for a long time and I had forgotten the girly scream inside me. You would come back to the ward at visit but I didn't think twice about it. Until girls in my ward started to watch you and point out to me that " He watched you the whole time while passing the sacrament" or my personal least favorite "HE IS LOOKING AT YOU!" 
          Over the course of the past few weeks, our church has made different changes to the YSA wards in our areas and three wards were combined into one. I went to this new ward, found those that I knew and sat down in the back row. Straight ahead of me by four benches, there you were. When sacrament was done, I stood up and looked directly at you. I wanted to know and put this foolish girly emotions behind me, so I sat and stared at you. . . And there is was, You looked directly at me and I know we had eye contact. I smiled at you and you looked away. In my head, I thought to myself "Thank Heavens, I was just being a super dumb girl" however while walking out of the bench I looked in your direction again and caught you again. . . You good sir, are putting me in a huge dilemma. 
          We have never truly spoken, we introduced ourselves once when you worked at Ross and you said I knew your name because it was on your name tag. Truth is, I don't forget good looking males names! 
           So this is where this letter comes into play, although do to the fact it is on my blog you will never read it. I want to get to know you, I wish you would actually come and talk to me, or stick around for Sunday school for me to actually talk to you. (That is right Mister. I told my self if you were there I would talk to you, but alas you didn't show) I want to stop playing this eye tag with you. Can we do that Mr. Donohoo? 




I'm just simply going out of my mind. 


Laurel Evelyn