You have got to be kidding me.

It all started with a conversation I overheard at work today.

Elder from Air Force Academy (while speaking to his companions): "Flirt to convert". You elders have all heard that, right? Well, honestly, us Air Force elders seriously do that to the extreme. I mean, think about it. *Elder B, Elder Houston, Elder T*. Really. They're the worst, and they're all from Air Force.

Me (thinking about my Elder B experience): Yeah. It's bad. Maybe you should focus a little more.

Air Force Elder: Don't judge me!

Not even five minutes later...
Elder Houston (also an Air Force cadet): Uh, Natalie? Since I'm leaving on Monday, here's my email address in case you want to write to me.
Me: WHAT?!
The End
*Names have been changed, shortened, omitted, etc.

A forgotten love

Bob Hope: Not so obscure

Son of Paleface: Pretty darn obscure

You probably didn't know that...

I have a soft spot in my heart for (most) pariahs and forest rangers.

I can't stand leaving the house without making my bed first. If my bed is left unmade, I will be distracted all day just thinking about it.

I am a firm believer that if backpacks are going to have extra straps, they need to have a sternum strap AND a belt strap-not one or the other.

When I play Kirby's Air Ride, I have to get all the red boxes. Can't pass one up.

I am not Asian. Contrary to popular belief.

I have a bruise on my right leg that is never going to go away.

Sometimes, I go to the Orem High scene shop when I'm bored. And I know their fight song better than my alma mater's.

I like sour cream.

I was not born in Casterbridge, even though it's hard to tell ;)

I'm a bad Irish dancer. I'm a good clogger, who fakes Irish. Seriously.

Grandpa Murray

I don't care how I look in this picture. It's the first picture I found of me and my Grandpa. I love him.

Hey! Grettir!

Thanks for lending us bug spray last night! Seriously, I don't know what I was thinking. I never venture to the Shell without protection from the buggers! So, thanks for saving us all. We owe you big time.

Small pleasures, small pleasures.

Who would deny us these?

Don't you ever have those days where you just need to lay in a pile of freshly laundered sheets-straight from the dryer, in fact? Because I sure do.