Found: Some free time...Also, just call me Piranha.

Bonjour! Hola...

For Cinco de Mayo, I decided to work about 10 hours. But luckily I have really great friends who make me homemade tacos for the holiday! Thanks to Sam for delicious Mexican food..

I promise not all my pictures have to do with food!

Who in the world would have thought that real food (i.e., chicken, potatoes, rice, bread, etc.) would be so very enjoyable? And affordable. Tonight I had chicken and pasta--is it sad that I was looking forward to it all day long?

Lately I've been obsessed with two songs. I'll share :) Ingrid Michaelson's "Far Away" and Coldplay and Rihanna's "Princess of China"

I've decided that instead of just waiting for good ideas to come, I should just write regularly. Because much has happened since I began this post. I've gained the new nickname of Piranha, I got more cute clothes for cheap (that's kind of a daily thing), I am officially friends with my brownie friend!

I'm obsessed with running and it turns out I'm training too hard. Surprise anyone? Probably not. The other day I stopped to take this picture because it was so beautiful outside. I love this street. I'm officially training for a half marathon. Fingers crossed it works out! I'm excited to have a goal and something to work towards. Again--surprise anyone?

I've compiled a list of reasons when you know you work too much:

1. You use the bathroom at work much more than your own bathroom.
2. You're on a first name basis with the girl who serves you brownies.
3. You forget that Trendy X Change is not your own personal closet.
4. You get upset when you don't get paid to do something.
5. You calculate the exact amount of hours of work necessary to afford gas and food and still have free time. 
6. It's the only nice thing people can think of to say about you: "You're real good at working..."

And the list goes on and on...

Every once in a while, just when you think life is going alright... BAM! Something comes along to remind you the whole purpose of why we're here--to learn, to grow, to become better. Although it's really painful and awkward to be reminded that we're not perfect, well, I guess in the words of someone wise, "Get over it." Lately it's come to my attention just how imperfect I am. So here's to a better half of 2012 with a new and improved Glenna.

I love when I make myself have fun, and yes--it can be a legitimate challenge. Mostly I like chilling with this girl...playing dumb games that make NO sense and including her in some fun college drama :) Love you Tiff.

Happy Memorial Day!! Thank you to all those have served, are serving, or will serve our country. We owe you our lives and our freedom. God Bless You.

As always, I miss my famille. But I know things are going to work out alright. You know why? Because "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." 

Me, Myself, and I

Dear anyone who finds this of worth,

Currently really enjoying my time with me, myself, and I. It's nice to be able to work 60 hours a week and then to run, or to shop, or to just sit down and think about life. Although it sounds lonely to most people I talk to (and I can understand where they're coming from), I see lonely as the following: [lohn-lee], adjective, the ability to accomplish anything and everything I desire when I desire it. Although I look forward to a future of a family and a "real" settled down life, I love having the uninterrupted, spontaneous freedom!

Today I got some really good parking spots at Costco and a few other places, and it made me miss my Turner grandparents. I hope the both of you are finding your own good parking spots! I'm thinking of hanging up a clothesline behind my apartment upon which to dry my clothes--just for you. I promise to make sure all those step-ants are out of the sheets first!

The past week of moving in and finding a place for everything is probably a familiar task to most of you. I should have it down to a science by now, but I'm still working on it! A few days after we moved in, we got a note on our door that said, in essence, "Please take everything you just unpacked out of the cupboards. We're coming by in a few days to paint with an extremely smelly latex paint. Sorry for the inconvenience...." Yep. So we unpacked everything (see pictures below). I woke up this morning and went to the kitchen for breakfast, and the scene reminded me of two things: 1. A World War, and 2. My Life. Trying to put things together and make sense of it all. I snapped a picture...I'm trying to do more of that these days.

Yesterday at job #2 (Trendy X Change) I helped a man who said he was from Medford, Oregon. This, of course, made me miss my Kunze grandparents. He said his last name was McClure--his dad might be your Bishop? Small world! I'm thinking of applying for teaching positions in Medford when I graduate...could be interesting!

I have officially gone off my rocker--I rode a motorcycle! No, not by myself. It was on my bucket list of things to NEVER do in my entire life. I feel empowered that I could override my own decision-making skills. It was exhilarating to zip around town and feel the wind rush by. Of course I was wearing a helmet--hope no one had a heart attack thinking about that.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my little sister!!!!! I can't believe she's 17 years old. To quote a wise man of old (Jacob 6:12), "O be wise; what can I say more?" I'm excited for you :) Just sad that I won't be there to embarrass you in front of everyone! Someday I hope I can be as cool as you. Although this picture is about 16 years old, I hope you can still party this hard, Megs.

Speaking of cake--I was blessed this year to have 3 birthday cakes. How I love Birthdays. Thanks to everyone :)

Last week I met a woman who stated, "Everyone can dance. One just needs to find the style that fits." At face value, I wanted to scoff and say, "Listen, lady. Have you met me? I don't have an ounce of rhythm in my body." But instead I took some wise advice (thank you Grandpa Walter) and pondered the statement without retort. She was so incredibly right! Not only did this statement apply to dancing, but a multiplicity of others: Work, school, playing music, making friends, packing to move, writing letters, making the bed...the list goes on and on. I'm hereby officially adopting this statement as a part of my life: I can do hard things (thanks Sister Dalton) as long as I find the style that works for me.

This whole past week I've found myself driving around and pretending that I was in Spokane. I spent about 18 years preparing to leave, and now that I'm semi-officially removed from Spokane, I miss it! It has such charm and character. And it will forever and always be considered "home". The list of things I miss could go on and on and on, but I promised this would be less dry than toast. So I'll just show a few pictures.

And the list goes on and on!

Well, this should probably come to a close at some point. For now, I suppose my motto is "keep on keepin' on." My goal this week is to find one method of service every day (yes, mom, I stole this idea from you).

With love,

Glenna/G-Twist/Nenny, etc.