I Love You Twelve

I keep forgetting what day it is. Every day. I don’t even know how many times a day that I ask what day it is. I haven’t decided if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’m not exactly sure how I keep track of what I have to do, either, because I have yet to forget any kind of appointment. So I suppose it’s not a terrible thing not remembering the day, as long as I don’t forget what it is I have to do and who I need to see and whatever.

The day I took those photos with Carly was such a nice day. I love her to pieces and I really, really enjoy talking to her. Please excuse my puffy eyes…it’s hot in Florida now, which means bye-bye eyeliner. I’ll rejoice when it’s winter again and I can wear eye makeup.

I went into One Man’s Dream on Wednesday. I pretty much dragged Angie in it to watch. I guess I could have gone alone, but I really was happy to see her. And it was kind of like my little trip into Walt Disney’s life had to happen right then and couldn’t wait any longer. Because I needed to feel the magic of it. And I did. I also love that poster. It was funny, because as we passed by it, Angie and I both whipped out our phones to capture it without any hesitation at all. It’s such a cute poster.

It was nice to spend time with her, because it’s rare when we get to. We had a lot of fun. We ended up buying two Vinylmation keychains a piece, which was pretty hilarious because we both hate surprises and we both couldn’t even handle not knowing what was in our little boxes. Angie also did the flash mob, which is recorded. It will make it’s way onto my YouTube eventually.

I still look through photos when I can’t sleep. It’s safe to say that this happens almost every night. I came across the top photo. It was taken at IHOP back in 2009 after a long Fantasyland shift. There’s a bunch of those photos…of Andrew making faces. But then I remembered the more recent photo, from the beginning of this year. And I died laughing, because it was so ironic and not on purpose. Of course, I’m kind of smirking in mine, but still!

I babysat Garrett and Brady yesterday. They had a word book on the kitchen table and as they were playing with their trains, I was going through it. I am pretty sure I have looked at this book somewhere else before. Most likely with a different child, because it all was so familiar. Then I saw “wheelbarrow”.

I always thought it was called a wheelbarrell.

Kudos to my ears.

Brady and Garrett love having their photos taken. It’s not a surprise, since their mom is a photographer. I’m really, really enjoying getting to know this family. I feel like the relationship I am building with them is one that will last forever– a lot like the Davises. It’s such a lovely thing and God definitely brought us all together. I might start doing some photography work with Nikki. I’m pretty pumped about that, because it’s a great opportunity and I will learn so much.

Speaking of photography, I am doing pretty swell in my new role at Disney. I still get pretty nervous, but I’m adjusting well and everyone I have met so far in my department has been wonderful.

“But you didn’t know me. We had never even spoken. Besides, it’s the first gift that is always hardest to pay back. I wouldn’t even have been here to do it if you hadn’t helped me then,” I say. “Why did you anyway?”

“Why? You know why.” Peeta says.

I finished The Hunger Games on Tuesday. And that is my favorite part of the entire book. Page 293. It’s probably a strange part to favor, but for some reason, it holds a lot of meaning to me. A lot of meaning.

The books have kept my mind so occupied, which has been a huge help to me. What Suzanne Collins did in the books is incredible, because they have every element that makes a great story– especially with the world the way it is now. There’s so much for every kind of person; something everyone can find to relate to. And for me, there are parts that hold special meanings. I identify with Katniss in many ways, but also with Peeta. A lot of it that hit my heart was right in time. It’s hard to explain. But I think that’s okay, because I think it’s something just for me to know what I am talking about.

I’m ridiculously excited for the movie.

And then this book. I finished it in less than a week. That’s saying a lot for me– the girl who always gets bored halfway through a book. This one, I literally squealed, “WHAAAAAAT!!” out loud.

I have a busy week of work ahead. I’m really looking forward to it. I’m actually prepared this week, too. Because I bought sunscreen. No more worrying about becoming a lobster for me! Here’s hoping.