The reality of the situation.

Here's the reality of the situation.

I had the Young Men in the ward over for an activity tonight. I put everything that was a mess into my spare bedroom.

When I was little I put things in my sisters barbie houses or under the couch.

I don't like to do house work.

When I was young it was mandatory, and it was also a punishment.

I love Jello with no fruit and loads of cool whip.

When I was little it was my reward for being good in church.

I only shave my legs twice a week, whether they need it or not.

I snuck and shaved my legs when I was around 9 or 10.

I love to sew.

When I was young I worked at a fabric store for three years.

I love to read.

As a kid the library was beyond a regular outing for me.

I hate shopping.

I was banned from store for a year as a small child.

I love LOVE shoes.

Cinderella was my favorite Disney movie when I was young.

I love to find great used items in the classifieds or thrift stores.

When I was small I resented hand-me-downs.

I let my dishes pile up till there are to many to fit in the dishwasher.

It would take me an entire evening to unload the top shelf of the dishwasher when I was younger.

I'm not sure whether theses things are a result of my childhood, and my growth and maturity, or if I just have learned to embrace all my idiosyncrasies. I'm not sure why I am the way that I am. Really I'm not sure how my reality got to be the way it is. But, I am secure with it and I don't need to apologize for it. I am who I am and there's not a thing I can do about it.