My Therapy

Two weeks ago I mowed the lawn for the first time in my life (I know I'm kind of old, but this is the first time in my life I haven't had any brothers to mow the lawn for me. I'm stepping it up). It was pretty intense. My front yard is almost impossible to mow because there's all these weird hills and you actually need muscles. By the way I don't have any muscles .So I didn't do the greatest job, but it was very full-filling. Then I mowed the lawn again yesterday and the 8ft tall part of the lawn in my backyard where my dog lives(that was really hard because the lawn mower didn't like the tall grass so I had to go really slow and keep restarting it. My right arm has never been more soar in my life). Anyways so yes, I'll admit that I actually like mowing the lawn. When my brother left on his mission, I was trying to prepare myself for change. Any time anyone would ask me what was going to be different in my life, I'd tell them that I would be mowing the lawn. I thought if I could just focus on that I wouldn't get carried away with all the missionary almost leaving and youngest child worries. Well I think it worked. My brothers gone. I'm mowing the lawn. I think I'm doing a pretty good job. Yep so if you every need any special therapy for being an only child, try mowing the lawn. It works.

UGH

I pretty much feel disgusting right now so I'll analyze feeling sick. Feeling sick does not feel good. Nothing is satisfying and you just can't do anything. The worst part of being sick is when people start feeling sorry for you. When people feel sorry for you, you feel like a wimp(you pretty much are a wimp when you're sick though) and I hate being wimpy. You also feel bad because you feel like you're ruining everyone else's day(sorry you had to see me almost throw up Natalie). Anyways this is a pretty gross blog. I'm sorry you read this if you did. At least I tried to analyize something. Being sick is terrible.

Too Old for Easter

Happy Easter!
The Easter bunny forgot to come to my house today. I kind of knew he wasn't coming, but my 29 year old sister didn't. She woke up this morning and went upstairs to look for her Easter basket and there was no basket to be found. She was a little confused because," he had always come before," but just not this year. The Easter bunny was very well supplied with Easter candy at my house, so why didn't he come?
Well ya see the Easter bunny (we'll call him the EB) can get very busy at times. There were so many other houses to go to that for some reason he thought it would be okay to just skip mine.
Since my brother left on his mission, there's only been me to supply..oh and my big sister. The EB thought we were too old to still be thinking of him. Maybe the Easter bunny was just planning on coming later in the day(he was...we've been waiting for my brother and his wife to come and have dinner and Easter with us, but that's no excuse for not coming this morning...somehow...this is a blog remember). Well the true reason the Easter bunny didn't come to my house and fooled my sister is the communists! They're trying to take over Easter now! But I don't care! Just like they tried to frame me at the library and poison my food at Thanksgiving! I shall...We shall overcome! They must be stopped! I hope all of you guys got visited by the Easter bunny this year and the communists didn't get to you first. Anyways, this whole Easter thing has made me feel old. My Birthday is in a couple of days, and the other day I got a letter in the mail about retirement. I have 57$ in my retirement account for work! I'm OLD! Well anyways, hope ya'll had a good Easter.

"She Had a Strange Resemblence to a Cat Named Frankenstein"

"It's another Saturday night," and I'm enjoying myself thoroughly. Yet what is there to enjoy? I'm just sitting here by myself. It probably sounds really weird, but I love being alone most of the time. I relish in solitude. I'm not just trying to get attention,I'm dead serious. There's just some weird thing in me that enjoys my own company. Maybe this is why I talk to myself so much. But anyways, so yeah I love being isolated from other people. Often times I'll find myself making concious efforts to try and isolate myself. I'll be at a store and see someone I know, even one of my good friends and instead of walking over to them and saying, "hi!" like most other people would, I'll yell"Hide!"Because "I can't let them see me and ruin my shopping experience!" Sometimes it's hard to isolate myself because other people start thinking I'm a lone-er and try making projects out of me. By the way I don't like being a project. Anyways I love going outside into my back yard and just sitting there listening. I enjoy silence. I also love driving in the car by myself and singing to the radio when no one can hear me. Being alone is so unstressful. You don't have to worry about anyone except yourself and you can do whatever you want. I wonder why I like being by myself? Maybe it's peaceful and I need peace.Maybe I'm so shy, the only person who can be in my true comfort zone is myself. Maybe I'm in love with myself (jk). Maybe I can't stand anyone(not true). Maybe I'm just too good for anyone else(not true again). Maybe I just... like being by myself. Well anyways the only good reason I can come up with is that I'm a nationalist (I can't call myself a communist). Communism makes everyone interact and share. I hate sharing and interacting so I'm left with myself as a nationalist. And I love it.
Oh Ps I hope I'm not sounding mean or something... I'm just analyzing something I've always felt my whole life. Anyone else enjoy being by themselves?

The Piano

The other day I found a tape of a recording of me playing the piano a while ago. I was impressed with some of the songs I used to be able to play and now I can't :) But ofcourse I bet I play songs now that I wouldn't have been able to learn then. Anyways, I'm not the greatest at the piano, but I just love playing it! So...um...well...Oh! So you ask why I love playing the piano? There are many reasons for this. First and foremost, I'm named after someone who plays the piano. My mom always used to love to open her basement window and listen to the girl next door playing the piano. Well that girl's name was Kathryn and so is mine(I guess it's a good thing I wasn't named Rebecca huh? Anybody else almost named Rebbecca? Oh and that also goes to show just how much your name really can do for you. If you want to motivate your kids to do something you'd like them to and enjoy it, name them after someone who did that thing and they'll feel obligated to like it). So yeah one reason I like playing the piano is it's sort of my way of living up to my name. Another reason I love playing the piano is it relieves stress. It's so nice when I'm having a bad day to just come home and sit at the piano and play whatever I want. It's great. I think I'd be living in some insane asylum if it weren't for the piano. Another more selfish reason for my liking the piano is that... well being the youngest of a competitive family of 8, everyone is always better than me at everything because they're older and not to mention a foot or two taller. Now ofcourse I always want to be better than other people at stuff if you haven't noticed, so this drives me crazy .Playing the piano is my secrert way of revenge. Everyone in my family plays the piano, but this time I'm better than all of them for once. It sounds stupid, but really it's actually very full-filling. Yeah so I guess the piano nurtures my pride :) which I have a lot of and you can probably tell that from just reading this. Okay well, uh the last reason I'm going to mention for liking the piano is it gets me out of stuff like doing the dishes. However, I guess it also get's me into stuff like accompanying the ward choir etc. which is scary, but secretly I like that too.
Yep so I like playing the piano. It's one of the few things in life that I'll actually admit to always enjoy doing no matter what.