The Third

*Um, maybe I got a little wordy on this post. Just a heads up. I mean, I thought it was interesting...but that's cuz it was about me. *

Mmkay. I'm answering comments today fromCa-Joh who asked a few questions which were mostly thought provoking. Much like his blog. Thanks for that, Ca-Joh. Here goes:

Life's journey… how did you get to where you are now, and where do you want to go next. Is it completely wrong that I'm not quite sure how to answer that? My life has been much like my childhood---pretty great. I always knew what I wanted and since it wasn't TOO difficult or demanding---I managed to pretty much get it. Minus the part where I thought I'd be happily married at this point in my life... Hmm. When it was time to apply for school, my parents said I could go anywhere I wanted as long as I lived at home (don't worry---that was just for a semester---then I ran off to Nauvoo for a few months). Well, that worked out well since all I ever wanted to do was go to BYU (cuz that's where nearly every person in my ENTIRE extended family went/goes/will go). The only problem with that was that I went to BYU with every expectation of getting married before I left. Yes, I'll admit it. I fit the stereotypical BYU co-ed exactly. And I'm totally okay with that. I'm Utah Valley bred and it's all I'll ever be:) Anyway, I got to BYU and about a semester or two in I had to figure out what exactly I was doing there....besides finding a husband. Right. So I majored in American Studies---cuz I love American history. I did a semester "in-broad" at Nauvoo which was quite possibly the funnest/best/wonderfulest thing I ever did. I could probly write a million posts on that subject alone! I graduated very much single from BYU....now what? Well, why not sojourn for a year in Arizona. So I did. It was hot there. I like the heat. But I missed my family...so I came back. And now here I am----blogging about randomness on a frequent basis. And as far as where I want to go next....? Not sure. I'm happy where I am and my goal is just to keep being happy.

Barbaloot… where did you get such a clever nickname and do you have others that can be mentioned as well. I can't quite trace the whole naming process at this point. Basically, my brothers have a large amount of nick-names for me; some flattering, some not so much. One of them is Barbaloot Suit---which was an evolution from Barbala...which is maybe how my Chinese sister-in-law pronounces my name. Anyway, my nephew caught on to Barbaloot and it's kind of the cutest thing in the world when he calls me that. So that's my name:) As far as do I have any other nick-names...sometimes my brother calls me Babar the Elephant. Sweet, right? There's Barbie, of course. Some people I play soccer with refer to me as The Captain---cuz I probly told them to. Cuz I was the Captain. And I subscribed to a magazine at one point under the title Squadron Leader. Then changed it to Commodore. It's currently Admiral. And I made my roommate refer to my by those titles. Kind of sounds like I have a Napoleon complex, no? I don't. Swear.

Why do you write… pretty self explanatory, but it is always interesting to know why people choose to write and why they choose this medium known as blogging to do so. I just write for fun. It started when I was in my sojourn to Arizona and felt the need to talk about silly, random things and thought a blog would be a fun place to do it. I knew a few people that had one...and I enjoyed reading them so I made my own. It was just close friends and family reading for almost a year. Then, one day someone I have never met in real life but hope I get to someday, commented on my blog---and I was launched into the massive, addicting blog community from there.

Jokes… know any good jokes— now's the time to tell. Well, this video is possibly my favorite joke in the entire world. Maybe I'm ridiculously immature, but I kind of love it so very much.

K-I know that was real long. Thanks for reading it...if you really did. I promise the next post will have less words and more pictures.