Tagged, I'm it.

So my nephew just did a tagging blog post. His fifth tag was "Lots of Aunts", so I feel like I was definitely included.

Three joys:
1. Valentines Day. It's only the best holiday of them all.
2. People who genuinely care about me (how can there really be that many of them?)
3. Learning


Three fears:
1. Vomiting (me or others, don't even tease me about it, seriously)
2. Rejection
3. Embarrassment (I totally stole that one from my nephew, but it's legit, don't worry)

Three goals
1. Get a real-life teaching job and be good at it
2. Get married and have a beautiful family
3. Teach and choreograph dance

This is what the Ogden Temple shall look like. I miss the spaceship because that's what I grew up with but a temple is temple, no matter what shape.

Three current collections/obsessions
1. FOLK DANCE.
2. Dr. Who
3. Watching Vocal Point on the Sing-Off


Three random surprising facts about myself
1. My eyes can go in different directions
2. I have never seen a shooting star
3. I loooooove the smell of chlorine. But I can't swim.


I am supposed to tag 5 more people. So I choose
1. Laurn Jones (I purposefully didn't put the e in there, it's how I say your name in my head...)
2. Celeste Godfrey
3. Marissa Reynolds
4. Michelle Sonognini
5. Ryan Sonognini

A coup!

If you do a google image search on coup d'etat this is what comes up. Keep these images in mind. A coup d'etat is, according to Wikipedia "the sudden, extrajudicial deposition of a government". 

This week of my life I experience a coup of sorts. My emotions were sick of being subservient to my Louis XIVth logic. This parallel may not be chronologically or factually accurate, but conceptually I promise it makes sense, just stay with me. 

So for reasons that I attribute mostly to stress, not enough sleep and, let's be honest, hormones, my emotions were bolstered enough to stand up to my reason. I thought it was bad at the first of the week, things were tricky, difficult, hard to handle, etc. But THEN, then my friends, came the Reign of Terror. That's right, Robespierre made an appearance, in the form of complete hysterics. I have never felt like I'm completely not in control of my emotions, it was terrifying (thus the reign of terror...). 

Thankfully Napoleon didn't factor into this (this turned from a coup to the French Revolution somehow, probably because the word is French). So there was no conquering and there was definitely no disaster in Russia (because we all you know you should never get involved in a land war in Asia). In fact I think my coup d'etat/French Revolution ended with Marie Antoinette telling me to eat cake. And I complied.

Maybe I will be a good history teacher...

Great ideas.

Sometimes I have fantastic ideas. Like when it's cold outside and I decide to come home, fry a tortilla in some olive oil and cinnamon and top it with honey. THAT is a good idea.

But seriously.

You could probably drown a small child in the gutters of Provo.

Why they thought this was a necessary thing we may never know.