An Interesting Juxtaposition

Dear Creamsicle-Scented Sunscreen,
Thanks for making me feel guilty every time I go in the sun without you. I think it will make me less wrinkly when I'm old, I think. Also, for not smelling like sunscreen, because it makes me more apt to use you appropriately. My future self's skin would also like to thank you precedently for existing.
Liz


Dear Vitamin D,
Thanks for helping me feel justified in going outside without sunscreen sometimes. Because, let's be honest, sometimes I just don't wanna wear sunscreen, and this way I can attribute it to my bone and muscle health. You rock.
Liz

You Know You're a Nurse When

you write the word versed (as in well-versed),
but you read Versed, as in midazolam,
the medication we use to sedate patients for procedures.

Media Fast

So, Lent, right?
You give up something you love for 40 days.
You give it up so you can give yourself to God.
That's the Liz interpretation at least.

Yes, I know it's not Lenten time.
It's not even close to Spring,
but I want to try a mini-Lent,
an abandonment of sorts.

No media for a week.
(Technically six days).

No Facebook.
No movies.
No TV.
No iPod.
No music in the car.
No baseball on TV.
No thx.
No Pandora.
No Google reader.
Not a bit.
For one week.

Only emails and things for school.
(Although if I'm honest with myself,
I'd like a lifetime Lent from school.
In fact, I think I'll take one after December 16,
but that's neither here nor there).

Will it be grueling and taxing and horrible?
Maybe, maybe not.
I'm currently rocking a lifelong abandonment of gluten.
And I'm pretty sure that Red Vines licorice is
better than Facebook ever was, is, will be.

So...
Bring it on.
 (or maybe, better stated)
Turn it off.

Sure Put My New White Nikes to the Test

Okay, so yeah, it's true. They took the song Friday by Rebecca Black off Youtube, so I did what any normal, healthy, well-adjusted female would do: I bought the song on iTunes. Because let's be honest--I love the song. Love. Now, before you get all worked up about how it's the worst song ever, I guess I should say I love/hate it. It's the worst/best song ever. I know. But still, I listen to it repeatedly, and sing it all the time. In fact, I'm listening to it as I type this post.

Anyway, my roommate Bekah hates it and I've been on a quest to find a wonderful/awful song that she love/hates in the same way, and I think today I finally did it with this beautiful ditty by Mr. Aaron Carter:
 

You go, Aaron. You go. 

Look What I Did!

I've long held that I never wanted to change my own inner tubes because that's why God invented boys, but both my tires were going flat in between rides, and I realized it had to be done.

Next step? Time trialling my flat change time.

Written of the Ceiling

Look what was literally written on the ceiling of the Helaman Halls tunnel on the way to Stadium of Fire!