Brrrr...

There was a blizzard today. And it just wouldn't stop. I had to take one of the kids I was babysitting to a doctor's appointment and then pick the other kids up from school. A distance of 20 blocks. A drive back and forth would take about 20-30 minutes. I did it twice. Should've taken only about 45 minutes. Hah!!! It took..................TWO WHOLE STINKIN' HOURS!!! Where is the justice in this world? Two hours in a messy, sticky minivan!!! I almost cried. Not to mention....they made me listen to Radio Disney the whole time. Which happens to be an AM radio station. It. Was. Torture.

Buying jeans is torture too. It's a battle that just cannot be won by me. A size 6 in the regular length will fit me perfectly, but a size 6 in the short length won't. I don't know what to do. I just want a pair of jeans that fits. It would be a dream come true. I would believe in Santa, the Toothfairy, Peter Pan, and even the Boogeyman if somehow I could find a pair that fit my waist, my butt, and my short little legs. Yup, it would definitely be a miracle!

Complaining aside, there's lots to be grateful for. A nice, warm minivan with a working radio. Working windshield wipers. A defroster. Nice roads even though they were caked with snow. Warm coats and gloves and socks and shoes and sweaters. Hot chocolate. Blankets.

There's a quote above the door at my boss's house:

"Having somewhere to go is home. Having someone to love is family. Having both is a blessing."

Well, I've got them both. So I've got blessings. Can't really complain now, can I? I've been able to go to many places for various reasons and needs. I've got my apartment with my beloved roommates in Logan. That's home. I've got my house in Orem. That's home too. Sometimes, I need to get away from those, so sometimes school is home. This is so nerdy, but the Orem Public Library is home sometimes too. One time it was too noisy at my apartment to do homework so I found silent refuge at the Brick House #1. That was home for the evening. One time I was really upset and needed to run away, and Brooklane #8 took me in. That was home for a few hours.

And I have so many people I love. SO many. I love my family, as difficult as it may be sometimes. I love my extended family, as weird as they may be sometimes. I love my roommates and their families. I love my ward. I love the bishopric of my ward. I love every single individual person in my FHE family (even the ones who refuse to come). I love my home ward. I love my neighbors. I love the important teachers that I've had. I love the strangers I see who are good to each other. I love the cute older brothers I see taking care of their younger siblings. I love the sweet older sisters who do the same. I love the people who shovel the snow on each other's sidewalks. I love the kids that I mentor at the middle school. I love the other mentors I work with. Even though it's hard, I even love those kids who stole my Barbies when I was eight and living in Venezuela. I've finally forgiven them. Haha. I love my friends, the ones that have been with me since I was little, and the ones that I've made up here at college. I love the Prophet. I love the Apostles. I love Jesus. I love God. My gosh, I've got a great family!!

So who cares if it took what felt like half my life to go twenty blocks? I had a lot of time to think about everything that I love. That can't be a a waste of time at all! :)