I'm sitting here in Parowan, after a nice little bike ride around town on my 13 year old brother's bike, and realizing, I'm grown up now. It's funny, I don't feel grown up, but I am. I just finished my bachelor's degree on June 24. I work at a really great place now, and take care of myself financially, and have for years. The debt that I have from school, won't be paid off by anyone but me, unless I receive some random gift of money. Here I am world, I'm an adult. Am I ready for this?

I still feel like I'm her...

Yep, that's me front and center in all my 12 year old glory. I still feel like I'm navigating my way through life with no idea what I'm doing, but then I sit and think for a second, and I totally know what I'm doing. I'm 25, I just finished college, and feel like I can do anything I want. It's an amazing feeling to know the world is whatever I make of it.

To completely change the subject, I have a story for you. This weekend I was at Velour in Provo. For those of you who don't know what this place is, it's where you can watch small time bands any day of the week. I have to admit, there are several that impress me a lot with their talents. I was there watching a friend's band and had to run to the bathroom. If you've never been to that bathroom, imagine a toilet with 30 years of the grossest hard water stains/mildew/skidmarks you've ever seen, and then times it by 2. Well, I didn't want to hold my phone while I was in there peeing, so I put it in my back pocket. BAD IDEA... did you know that when you pull up your pants, the phone will fling itsself into the direction of the toilet and attempt to drown itsself in a dramatic suicide? Well, I did. Several times my phone has attempted and missed, but I never learn and put it back there all the time when I need to go. This time, my phone jumped hard enough, and as I buttoned my pants, I heard a *splash*.....

Guess what happened? Yep. My phone landed in the toilet, and nope, I hadn't flushed my pee yet. I sat there for a second wondering if I flushed, if the phone would stay in the bowl and then I could retrieve it. After realizing that was a dumb idea because cell phones are no longer bricks, I did the unthinkable... plug your ears before you read this....

I stuck my hand in that filthy toilet bowl, filled with my pee, and grabbed the dumb thing. I wrapped it in toilet paper, washed my hands, and went back out to the rest of the show. Was it worth it to save my phone? Does it still work, and am I using a pee phone? Nope. My stupid cell phone won't even work now, and I had to buy a new one, even after the amazing rescue I performed. So the moral of this story is... unless you wear JNCO jeans, (I sincerely hope you don't), you need to set your phone on the counter NOT in your back pocket.

And finally, look at the sequence of pictures... do I like cats or what?