Unofficial Bandit

It's been an interesting Thanksgiving. Due to a vast amount of STUPID, I had to miss Thanksgiving with the Barnes Clan and my newly returned missionary grandparents for work. Yeah. I'm still bitter. But that is not the point of this post. The point of this post is my newly discovered skills as a bandit.

I got home from Thanksgiving with the Young Clan. I parked the car outside, where it goes. I got into the garage. I opened the door to the house to let release the hounds and let them into the wild of our backyard to do their business. The last sentence is a lie. I tried to open the door, but I failed. Because I locked it before I left. LIKE AN IDIOT. I figured since I was parking outside I wouldn't use the garage all weekend, so I may as well lock the door. That was dumb. So I tried all the doors to the house. They were locked. Naturally.

Cue Panic Mode.

I freaked out. I called Emily. She didn't have a spare key. I called Mom. Apparently we don't have a spare key either. Good to know. She suggested I try getting in a window. Cool idea, Mom. So I did what anyone would do is such a situation.

I cried.

It was pretty pathetic, actually. 

And then I cried some more. And then I called Emily in tears and she said she was on her way and stop freaking out. And then I decided I'd better pick myself up and try getting in a stupid window. Because I'm a fighter. (That was actually my thought process in deciding to try breaking in a window. I was like, "Shoot! I can't just sit here! That's stupid. I'm a fighter. I'm getting in my house, dang it!" So props to me for that moment of strength. Those babies are few and far between, you know?) 

So. I got on the deck. I cried some more (I'm a crier even when I'm trying to keep my crap together, apparently), and I pulled on the screen to the window for a LONG TIME and I finally pried it out. And then I pushed up on the window. And then.

IT OPENED.

Yeah. It opened. That was the most magical moment of my entire existence. So I cried and climbed into the very dark kitchen and wandered around blindly, feeling for the lights and crying. (I cried a crap ton.) 

You never know how strong you are until you're tested to your limits. (I'm totally joking.) 

But for reals. It was an intense Thanksgiving. And now I know I could be a bandit if I had to be. As long as all houses keep a convenient window near the deck unlocked. 

I'm an un[OFFICIAL] bandit.

Unofficial Fangirl

Oh my lands. I need a moment, my people. I need a second to fangirl. Because I'm VERY good at fangirling.

I fangirl about a lot of things. I'm okay with that.

A List Of Things To Fangirl About:

Sherlock.

Merlin.

The Hobbit.

The Lord of the Rings.

Harry Potter.

Benedict Cumberbatch.

Martin Freeman.

Hunger Games.

Marvel.

Downton Abbey.

The list goes on.

Like, Pinterest is my life. It's embarrassing but it's true, and I've accepted that.

But there is one fandom above all other fandoms. One left off the above list. One slightly more embarrassing than the others, but pretty much I don't care, because it's just that wonderful and if everyone would open their eyes and stop being biased and petty and snobbish, they would all understand that wonder.

That wonder that is One Direction.

Yes. So much yes is happening in this moment.

Yeah. I went there. And this whole fetching blog post is about to go there. So if you don't want to open your eyes and stop being biased and petty and snobbish, you should probably stop reading now. (Just kidding, that's super extreme. I still love you even if you don't love them. We're cool. ... But you for reals might want to stop reading, because this fangirling is going to be EPIC and off the charts. You've been warned.)

Things To Fangirl About

1. Four. New album. Oh my fricking lands it's musical genius. They sound much more mature, and much more awesome (like that's even POSSIBLE). I would listen to this album for the rest of my life if I had to make a choice about one album to listen to for the rest of my life. Please bless this is NOT a decision I have to make. 

2. Their Hair. Yes. I know. It's silly. But GUYS. Their HAIR. It's beautiful. It speaks to me on a spiritual level. (This is blasphemy, it is not true, but I do indeed love their hair.) 

Note the strong hair game by ALL OF THEM.

3. Night Changes. The music video. Also the song, which is beautiful, but oh my STARS that music video CHANGED MY LIFE and it made me want to CRY and then laugh and then probably cry some more and then hide under a rock for the rest of my life because my fangirl heart was left open and raw and basically destroyed. This is not an exaggeration. This is a true story. So please, everyone in the world, go watch that music video. And then you will understand both my great suffering and my great joy.

4. On The Road Again. The 2015 tour. WHICH I WILL BE ATTENDING with one LIZZIE LAWYER in PORTLAND in JULY. It's like, after that concert, I don't even care what happens for the rest of my life. (That IS an exaggeration, I very much care about my future.) But to say I'm excited would be putting it pretty lightly. I'm going to be in the same room as them. I'm going to breathe their air. (From a distance, but whatever, I don't even care.)  

5. AMA's. They won all three they were up for, INCLUDING Best Artist. So THAT rocks. And then they performed, and they were stellar (because HELLO what else could they even be but stellar?).

6. Night Changes. I'm still not over that music video.

7. Their Faces. Yes. Their faces. Second only to their hair in attractiveness. (Just kidding, I like their faces better than their hair. However, I've got to say I'm a BIG fan of both.) I mean, come on. Look. LOOK!

Note the faces AND the hair.

Oh my stars. Oh my lands. Oh my One Direction.

I'll stop now.

Mostly because if I don't I'll run of my feels and my fangirl heart will burst with over stimulation. That would be bad news.

I'm an un[OFFICIAL] fangirl.

I've got it bad.

Unofficial Auntie

Dang it.

I've been slacking again.

I just do that sometimes, you know? Sometimes slacking happens.

But it's okay, because my life hasn't been that interesting in the past two months, so we REALLY haven't missed much.

Except for this.

I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE.

That's the best news of my life right now.

She (yes! She! She's a SHE!) is coming in April and her name is going to be Samantha Rose Parkinson (so naturally I've been doodling that crap all over everything) and I've decided I'm calling her Sammie Rose (and if you don't think that's the cutest thing ever just get out of here you wacko because it's so flipping cute) and I'm going to spoil her absolutely filthy rotten because that's what aunties are supposed to do.

My life is awesome.

Aunting is already my favorite activity, and the child isn't even here yet to be aunted.

I'm an un[OFFICIAL] auntie!