I made bread.

I learned how to make bread.

While mom was making cookies.

Part of it was kind of hard.

I am now domestic.

Success!!

Sunsets Worth Seeing.

I've been emotional lately. Not the girl kind of emotional. The kind where every little piece of life gets to you. The things you've done wrong, the people you should let go of, the choices you have to make, the way you look, how you treat others, how you act around others, how you hide who you really are, etc. The kind where you're quiet and reserved, yet beating yourself up inside.

Sometimes life is hard. But we need the hard to see the good in it all. The real question is, how much more crap do we have to get through till we see that good that everyone Raves about. 

No worries, I have hope it'll come. Sooner or Later. Who knows. 

Supposed to be.

It's supposed to be the conversations, through text, that never end.

Switching which house you hang out at each day.

Knowing what snack foods you like to get at the gas station.

It's being in the mood to listen to the exact same music in the car.

Skipping out on a fun night with boys for a movie/junk food night.

It's supposed to be knowing when the other is seemingly upset.

Knowing when to say something and when to not. 

It's caring about the other, like a sister/brother. 

Here's what it's not, it's not having multiple days go by without talking.

Forgetting we had actual plans, and flaking to go hang with someone else.

It's not coming back after a while with an uncomfortable feel.

Or feeling weird talking about certain aspects of life.

Sometimes I don't know what friendship is. 

But I do think I know a little of what it's supposed to be. 

She likes movies, I like books. We're okay with it.

 

I talk to her about life, she updates me on hers as well. When I'm down in the dumps I shoot her a text, it's sort of first instinct. I met her about two years ago and she has been such a blessing to me. I hope you all have a best friend just like this one, if not. I highly recommend you go get one. 

(I do realize it's not as easy as it sounds to just go "Get one", but anyway..)

Titles are overrated Anyway.

Awkward:

Put on sweats and it takes you an hour and a half to realize they are backwards.

Switch laundry at work, start the washers and forget the dryers.

Broken: 

Hearts, glass, and shades of gray, etcetera.

Defeated:

That person, in that country, who I'm definitely not thinking about.

Why the heck do I do this to myself?

Relieved:

The minute after a 12 hour night shift has ended.

When you finally finish that last mile, sweat glistening, music blasting.

Odd: 

Your room is a quiet haven.

I wish that just for now I could sleep. 

Thought-full: 

Wondering who is real, and who is fake.

Does she even care about who I am, really?

What? 

Ok.

Hey dad

(Look! It's all matchy matchy with my mothers day post picture!)

Dear Dad,

       Thank you for everything. You're the best dad in the world. I love your humor, your jokes. I enjoy all of the talks that we have, you always have so much to say, so much input. I'm grateful for the example you are in my life.

       Happy fathers day! I love you more than a bajillion packages of sour patch watermelon's. 

Your Favorite Daughter, 

                     Jerrica C. Osmun

Watch out.

We woke up and made scrambled eggs with toast.

Watched some tv, folded laundry and cleaned. 

I went home and worked out with mom. 

30 day shred. Bring it Jillian Michaels. 

At the Rec. Center mom waited for Isaac. 

I ran, did weights, stretches, crunches, and ran. 

Stopped by Kohlers to pick up ingredients. 

Lettuce, avocados, tomatoes, peppers, black beans. 

I feel healthy and alive. 

Logan, Utah.

Monday I went to Logan. To visit Jen, to be more specific. She is so great.

Pictures don't like formatting. They're so rude. 

Anyway, I drove to Logan on Monday. 

We went to FHE, then came home watched movies and ate brownies. 

Tuesday we got up and made pancakes! Then watched Bewitched. 

Jen went to work, and I went and took pictures. 

Then went home. Lalala. 

Detest.

It still hurts sometimes. It hasn't hurt in forever.

Yet right now it hurts.

There's just something that cuts deep.

After this long, really? Still?

I have four words to say, 

Give me a break ....Please.

Yeah, this is vague. Yes, I know.

However, I don't know if you really want specifics. 

Some people don't like reading this stuff. 

But I'm still posting it. 

Peace out.

I am Outa heeeere! I'll be back Tuesday. 

I'm off to one of my fav. places, it's going to be great..

Brb.

Live it.

It's something in the air, I just know it. The past few days I've felt antsy, unsatisfied, tense, uptight, uneasy, the list could really go on. I've looked up hotels, campgrounds, states, plane tickets, gas prices. Yeah I know, gas prices? Really. Yes, I have. I've had a difficult time dealing with a few people lately, and a few thoughts that pop into my head. I start to think of my life and where everything is going or where I want it all to go and I freak. I get so nervous. I haven't cried in a long while, I wouldn't be surprised if a melt down was around the corner. 

Anyway, if I suddenly leave, don't answer my phone, or text back. I may be driving to the ends of the earth, flying over the ocean or probably just do Not want to talk to anyone. Don't worry, I'll take pictures if I do go anywhere. 

It is now June.

I'm eating oranges while drinking orange juice.

I had a bad dream last night about someone. Gross.

Seriously though, unwanted thoughts and feelings back.

I feel disconnected from my family and friends often.

Some days at work are worse than others, fo real.

However, some days are better than others at work.

I love the grain in black and white.

I love black and white.

Kisses on the cheek make me smile.