Listen to your mother

Mothers are always right. Always. I have so many things I want to compain about lately, and when I think about all of them, it all comes down to my mom being right all along. So thanks mom, and sorry I don't listen :). Let me explain. First of all, I would like to publicly apologize for the many times that my parents would walk into the house after a long day of work and I'd be watching Lizzie McGuire or like making cookies or something and completely be ignoring the fact that my friends and I had filthified the house. Or the times that my friends and I would stay up late making all kinds of noise keeping my parents up... well- keeping my mom up. Because now, I'm on the other side of that. Because now, when I walk into the house or am trying to sleep and am presented with the same problem... I tend to think things like, "do you have a brain?", "do you realize how inconsiderate this is?", "Do you realize that there are indeed other people in the world?". Don't worry- I quickly get over those rude thoughts, because I know from time to time I'm guilty of it too. But seriously- that is reason number one why my mom is right. She gave me this list of things to do to be a good roommate and have fun in college and stuff (yes mom, I read that and still have it), and holy moly was she dead on. Every single person at BYUI needs one of those lists.

Secondly, I have been the worlds hugest worry wart lately. Am I going to go to graduate school? Is any graduate school going to accept me? I have nothing to offer them. What is going to happen with Michael? Will I find a job? How am I going to afford this or that? And my mom constantly says, "Jenni, things have worked out well for you so far, they will continue to do so". And I'm like yeah, yeah. But believe it or not, she's right again! I DID find a job, I'm going to graduate from college, and I"m surrounded by people to help me.

And something else, I work at D.I... and proud of it :) but contrary to what you might believe, it is not the most glamorous job in the world. I spend my evenings moving large pieces of furniture (why they put steph and I in the moving furniture department, I WILL NEVER KNOW!), trying to to avoid my creeper co workers who try to hit on us, cleaning out people's freaking dog and bird and rat and whatever else cages, and other similar tasks. BUT- luckily I am with steph,and also there are a handful of people there who are awesome and we have a blast. So most of the time we can make it fun. But there are those moments when I'm like "this sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks... why can't I be behind a desk somewhere?" But then I always think about my parents who work so hard! and then I feel like a selfish brat and buck up! I mean seriously, you all know my parents, think about how hard they work... they're bomb.com.

Anyway, I know this is going to sound like a big suck up blog to my siblings hahahaha!! But it's not!! I'm just realizing some things as I get older that my parents have always taught me but it makes more sense when you actually experience it.