I Work With Good People

As a lifeguard/swim teacher, I am constantly wearing a swimsuit or short-shorts and a tank top. There is no hiding anything! Now, I don't see myself as being overweight, but I know that there are some pounds that I could lose. I'm not as fit as I once was, and I have no good excuse. I also work with high school girls who are as skinny as twigs, so the comparison makes me feel a little bigger than I really am. Tonight I rotated to where my friend Mo was, and the first thing she said was, "You're so tiny!" I didn't expect that at all, especially because she is smaller than me. She went on to explain that she was watching me (in a non-creeper way) while I was sitting across the pool, and she decided that I'm skinny. What a sweetheart to tell me that! That's one thing I love about that job. Pretty much everyone is cool to each other. Everyone gets complimented, which is needed in such a potentially insecure environment (You know how many people I see in bikinis who shouldn't be wearing them? They also make me feel better about myself. I at least know to cover up so the extra me isn't everywhere).

Thinking about it, though, I must look pretty hot in my short-shorts because yesterday a three year-old asked his brother, "Can I invite her to share my pizza?" That says it all.

Mm, Mice

Sometimes in the morning my mom and I like to go swimming. It's always super early, like at six or seven a.m. (Okay, not that early, but it always feels like it when my alarm goes off). It's a good way to start the day, and having each other makes us more motivated to go because sleeping in doesn't go unnoticed. At the pool where we go (which also happens to be the place where I work) there is a lap pool and a current pool (lazy river) which are both open for swimming in the mornings. We like to go to the river and swim against the current because it's less crowded and not as boring.

Today I was just swimming along, minding my own business and thinking about how these old ladies shouldn't be passing me, even though they're walking and not swimming. They stopped and were talking to a couple of guys up ahead, and I stopped to get a couple of breaths of air. The guys said, "Um, a mouse is in the water in that area." WHAT?! I couldn't see it anywhere, and neither could the other ladies. We were looking around and the guys pointed to me and said, "It's right behind you!" There it was, swimming along right behind me, doggy paddling to poke its nose above the water so it could breathe. My mom had hopped out and said, "Oh, how cute! Look at it go," while I was saying, "Hey, lifeguard! Grab a net! Hurry!" I was pretty grossed out, but I followed the mouse so that they could take it out. I was done swimming after that. I know that it was probably okay, but I took a long, hot shower just in case. Maybe I should've swallowed some chlorine too...

I Am a Terrible Person

Spoiler alert: This post is about dating, so some readers may wish to stop reading now.

I'm dating someone, and I am having a blast. Things are going really well and just the way I like it. He's a great guy.

Here's where the terrible part comes in. I'm not so good at telling other interested guys that I'm dating someone (Not that they're rampant, but that's beside the point. Although dictionary.com defines rampant as "growing luxuriantly, as weeds." Funny). Take today, for example. One of my guyfriends just recently moved up to the area where I live. Today we were facebook chatting, and he asked if he could come over. Now, I know that he's interested, so I didn't want to have that happen, but he hasn't said right out that he's interested, so I felt awkward about telling him that I'm dating someone. Doing that kind of thing makes me feel like I sound like an arrogant girl who thinks every man is falling at her feet (thank you for that, Christian). I told him I was hanging out with my girls, which is true. Now, my question is, how do I better handle that situation? I am not in the least ashamed to be dating this someone, and I'm definitely okay with people knowing. I'm just not so good about dealing with stuff like this. Help! Even if you're secretly following my blog, please feel free to comment. I know you're there, and I need your opinion.

Now, if that last statement didn't make me sound conceded, I don't know what will.

Fourth of July Weekend

My weekend was awesome! On Saturday morning my family made brunch: pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon. It was so good, and we had a blast making it together. We did a brunch instead of breakfast because we decided that we wanted to sleep in, and no one got up until 10 or 10:30. It was nice.

Since I work at a pool, I had to work that afternoon. It was a 7 hour shift! I usually only get in a few hours at a time at most. It was long, but it was good! I really enjoyed it.

Saturday night Whitney, Megan and I got to do some time to hang out. We went to see the Stadium of Fire fireworks, which ended up being a bit disappointing, but still fun. We played with fireworks like sparklers and poppers, and threw some of our flowers in the pool and watched them go off there. Speaking of which, I still haven't retrieved them... I will on Friday if they're still there. And then - get this - we had an interpretive dancing session. I'd post the video, but our awesomeness would be too awesome for the public view. It was amazing. I love the uuinnis. And I miss all of the uuinnis.

Jen rented The Little Rascals, so on Sunday after church all of us roomies, plus Megan, watched it together. It's been forever since I've seen that movie! "We got a dollar, we got a dollar, we got a dollar, hey, hey, hey hey!" I really liked it.

Later that night Arden and I made Navajo Tacos for dinner with some friends. Okay, he told me how to make them, and I followed his directions. :) They were good! I was so full after. The new member of our bishopric and his wife were there. I really like his wife! They're both very cool. I'm excited to get to know them better.

Job Hunting

My job at the pool hasn't been too great. They're keeping my hours really low, and half the time when I go in to work there's lightening, so we have to close down and I don't get to work. My main source of hours has been teaching lessons (which I'm not a huge fan of), but this current session I didn't even get that. Next week I teach two hours a day of private lessons. Gross. No one likes to give private lessons. Because of this course of events, I have decided that I need a new job. I absolutely LOVE lifeguarding, but if needs be I'll quit. I'm hoping I can do both and get in a lot of hours. I have a great dad who has helped me look for stuff, so through him and some other means I've found a few jobs I can apply for. The hardest thing for me is actually applying, because then I might actually have to decide if I want the job or not. It's now coming to the point that I don't have a choice. I need to take what I can get. Thank goodness for SuperDad!

Dream Theater

Dream Theater is one of my favorite bands. I love their music! It's kind of an alternative metal band with some of the greatest, most musically complex musicians of all time. Right now my brother is falling asleep to Dream Theater's new album, Black Clouds & Silver Linings. Just saying.

Oh, I Almost Forgot

At one point when we were wave running, I went into the dock to see how my sister was doing. When I got back out, the only people I saw were strangers. My first thought was (insert German accent here), "Family, where are you? I need you!"

I rode around for a little bit until I saw them, and in my head I heard "We are here! We are here!"

"Ah, I have found you.'