Dearest, darlingest readers,

Lately I've been pretty much stumped on what to write on my blog, which naturally means that I'm sick again. It's sad but true. I haven't had a voice to speak of (ha ha ha ha! I am so funny. In reality, I love how lame some of my jokes are. At least give me a pity laugh, I'm sick) since Monday night and I'm coughing up a storm. (Oh the bad puns I could come up with for that one! I'll spare you the anguish because I don't want to lose readers.) During this creative slump I've continued with my nerd trend and watched some Star Trek (oh the joy of Captain Kirk) and a whole lot of Star Wars (Ewen McGregor with a lightsaber? Drool) while eating pretzel M&Ms (you haven't had them? Yeah, we can't be friends anymore. You better go and try some. They're not even that bad for you, trust me). Also I've been spending quite a bit of time at work due to the delight that is football season. Let me tell you, it's a party in a bag trying to answer the phone when you can barely speak above a whisper. 

In much happier news, my fantastic little brother (who I love and adore) is coming home in 5 (count them 5!!!) days and I'm not excited at all. Okay, that's a complete lie. I'm bouncing off the walls. We thought that he was going to have to extend an extra two weeks due to some complications with other missionaries coming into his mission from the MTC, but tonight my padres called me while I was having a scrumptious dinner with my favorite DVD pusher, Megan at this most incredible pizza place here in Sugarhouse and told me that my favorite missionary will indeed be home in 5 days. Let the countdown begin!

So that's my update. I know that it's not exciting or magical, but it is what it is. Share some of your lovely news with me to tide me over during my excitement drought. 

Loves!

M

This Handsome Kid Pictured Below...

is my splendid younger (though much taller) brother. 

He's basically one of the greatest kids that I know. If you knew him, 

he'd rock your world. Right now, he's serving a mission for our church in upstate New York. For those few of your who aren't familiar with the concept of LDS missions, when these darling youngins go out into the wide world to share their beliefs with the fabulous people of other states and countries, they are only allowed to call home twice a year: 

Christmas and Mother's Day. 

Today being the latter, I was able to converse with one of my favorite siblings (they're all my favorite for different reasons) for a little while. Can I just tell you all what an incredible kid he is? 

He is fabulous.

And while I'm so proud of him for putting his life on hold to do nothing but serve for 24 months, I miss him like crazy and I can't wait for him to come home in September. I now promise not to gush about him again until he comes home.

Even when I wonder sometimes about the outcome...

What a week this has been. Cam left for the MTC on Wednesday. He was all smiles, I cried. Not only because I finally decided that I was going to miss him (there was some doubt there for a little while), but because I remember what it was like to be dropped off at the MTC, just walking into the building brought back a flood of memories and I realized how much I missed that place. It was hard for me, but what an amazing experience, once in a life time.
That's just one, among many things that happened this week, and I realized as all the craziness was unfolding, how much I enjoy my roommates. At the risk of sounding like that gushing girl on the LDS verson of Pride and Prejudice, I really do love my roommates. We're all very different, but very similar. First there's me. I'm loud, sarcastic and sometimes very moody. Then there's Wollsch (known to everyone else as Lindsey), she's tall, athletic, super funny and motivates all of us to start running. She is obsessed with sports and gets us to watch all the BYU games and yell at the TV. Then there's Shelisa, she's short, blond and totally crazy. She's the one that convinces all of us to get dolled up and go dancing, to flirt shamelessly with boys in Walmart and to learn how to be players. Last but not least we have Chelsie. She a little more quiet, but the sweetest person you'll ever meet, she's always willing to help me with my piano homework and go the the library to study with me. She's the one who pulls us together for roommate dinners and will sit with you when you cry and scratch your back and tell you it's all going to be okay. I have never been in a situation when girls from different back rounds, who didn't know each other before (well, except for me and Wollsch) got a long so well. We do things together and enjoy it. We support each other and borrow clothes, we make dinner together and decorate our apartment, we stay up late talking. I know that so much of this sounds like parts of a cheesy movie, but it's true. I have THE best roommates.