remind me.

as a rather large winnie the pooh fan as a child, i don't remember pooh bear being such a hopeless romantic/philosopher of life and all things that are lovely and praiseworthy.  do you?

if so, i was raised hearing some beautiful insight on life and love...which is why i don't think that pooh bear ever said these things.  but maybe.

speaking of pooh bear, i'd like a baby for halloween so i can hold something this adorable for the holidays.

 and yes.

it took a few little whiles for me to realize this is a doll.

not a real live baby. 

doesn't make it any less presh.

happy ween y'all.

obsesh confesh.

i bought extra wintergreen gum the other day.  i haven't seen a full size piece of gum like the one pictured above since grade school.  everyone is all about orbit and stride and such these days, so i forgot about those silver little wrappers.  when i was young, i would peel the silver off of the wrapper and create some silver masterpiece.  {you know me, reduce reuse recycle!}  but when simple paper wrappers became the cool thing to wrap your mini gum in, i gave up my peeling obsession.  until today.  now that i have this silver wrapper, i am entertained for hours.  silver wrapper pens, sliver wrapper nails, silver wrapper notebooks.  i basically have to chew gum all day and night so i can have enough silver wrapper to occupy my time. 

and now that i am thinking about peeling, i have to confess more obsessions. 

i think i have a peeling off obsession.

i peel...

nail polish off my fingernails

wallpaper off walls

oranges {they aren't my favorite fruit for nothing!}

mascara off my eyelashes

chocolate off the peanut butter in reeces

...therefore i am.

i think it is very odd of me to love these things so much.  i wonder why.  i'm off to psychology...maybe i'll figure it out there.  in the mean time i am making silver wrapper pumps. 

i've got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight.

{how epic is this? happy back to school, lovelies!}

when i was small

my parents bought me some worry dolls.

either because i picked them out since they were pocket sized barbies

or they believed in their magical powers of stress erasing.

the latter is probably true.

i am the world's biggest worry wart.

really.

anyways...

i named these worry dolls

bobus & angela.

i know, cool names, right?

i took them everywhere with me.

and then,

like all of my most prized possessions as a child

i lost them.

i tell myself now that i lost them for a reason.

i lost them because someone needed their powers

more than i did.

it's cushion the blow, i guess.

well i found many people that really needed some

bobus & angela

magic

today.

at school.

they were lost.

couldn't find a parking spot.

didn't know what building "LI" was {and frankly neither did i, until today, noonish.}

they were a bunch of worry warts.

just like i was a year ago.

{actually i still worry, i worry like it's my job, but not on campus.  no way, jose.}

and i was as cool and a cucumber.

it feels good

being a sophomore.

and you know what

i've missed you

UVU.

and i will continue to miss my

bobus & angela.

may you steal worry

wherever you are.