Summer is here!

In the midst of this craziness I call life, I have to stop and tell someone a bit about it.  I feel like this is a monthly "catch up" on what's happening, where I rush in, type something up and then rush out.  Whether or not that's what really happens, (mostly I'll just not be in the blogging mood), I'm here again, checking in on a rare night that I'm home.

But first, a view from this past week...

I had my routine cardiology visit last Friday, where mom and I drove up and did some shopping in Draper, got lost, and were almost on time by 7 minutes to my appointment at the Riverton Primary Children's Outpatient clinic.  I checked in, filled out an information sheet, and promptly changed into the fantastic hospital gown so the nurse could give me an EKG.  15 sticky electrodes and a blood pressure check later, I'm sitting in my dark room watching the middle of Tangled as I wait for the next technician to come in for my Echocardiogram...but we folk usually shorten it to Echo.  An EKG tracks the electric systems in my body, or something like that, it's kind of hard for me to explain, and an Echo is an ultrasound of my heart.

My Echo tech comes in and says the room across the hall has a better monitor, so we transfer all my stuff (and Tangled) over and we have our 40 minute test.  This may sound weird, but I actually like Echo's.  It's pretty relaxing, I get to watch a movie, and the amazing techs even let me watch their computer screens and show me the stuff they're looking at in my heart.  Sometimes, technology is so cool!!

After the Echo, I take my stuff to my third room where my mom meets me from shopping, and my fabulous cardiologist of nearly 6 years comes in.  We chat a bit, she listens to my heart, and other than discussing the treadmill exercise test I took last Wednesday (another crazy day) and answering any questions my mom or I have, we say good-bye for another year.  By now it's almost 3, and we've (well, I) been at the clinic for two hours now.  My nurse comes in again with a 24-hour holter monitor, but this one's new! Only four electrodes (thankfully latex free) instead of seven, and this fancy thing shows my heartbeat!! I was so fascinated!! We finally walked out of the clinic at 3:30, and were on our way back to Draper for some final shopping, then home in the insane traffic, and on our way to drop me off at the Summerfest with Cupcake, since she lives nearby.  She and I walked around for a bit, then I went home...but I feel like I went somewhere else, too.  Hmm.

Heart Monitor

Oh.  If you're wondering why I had that cardiology visit, I'll tell you. Seven years ago this September I had cardiac arrest and was diagnosed with Myocarditis.  A virus settled in my heart causing it to become inflamed, I got really sick...and long story short I'm practically normal today, with the exception of an occasional extra heartbeat, extremely cold hands and feet from poor circulation, and my hair has thinned out and is now half as thick as it used to be.  I blogged about it two years back, if you want to read more details click here.

Watching the parade- so cold!

Anyway, that was part of last week.  Saturday was super busy with Summerfest stuff, which was fun but also a lot.  We watched the fireworks from Cupcake's house, then I went home "early" (like 11pm) because I knew I had to be up early for a 7:00am meeting.  Why such a meeting at such a time?

Because I am the newly called Relief Society President in my single's ward.

Say what!?

Yep.  I also haven't been released from anything else, so I'm currently also an organist and FHE Co-chair (Well, chair since Co-chair is away being an EFY counselor for the next month).  Needless to say, I've felt a bit overwhelmed a few times in the past few weeks.  Planning Monday's FHE was so fun though, because Cupcake and I combined our wards, so that was nice to have their help.  We did had a lesson on Samuel the Lamanite (and I had a blonde moment/Elder Calhoun experience where I said I knew Samuel was a Lamanite instead of a prophet) ;) life-size Mormon Mario Kart (with cardboard boxes and a "Rainbow Road" chalk course), and an indoor "drive-in" movie where we watched Cars.  I would love to do Monday over and over again, it was a lot of fun. :) Thanks for everyone that could be there, it really means a lot.

The general idea of the racetrack...

Racing

Oh yeah. This is from our FHE mustache party a few weeks ago. I liked the glasses. ;)

I took my final exam for Critical Inquiry and Research Methods yesterday.  It was a fun class, but I am SO looking forward to summer break!! :) No homework, no class.......just me, summer lessons, a great bucket list, and the sun.  (And sunscreen, whenever mom can get me to wear it).  This is really the only part of the post that has to do with my title.

11:11.

So yeah.  Life has been full lately-- of meetings, life, errands, school, church, friends, stress, ups, downs, and somewhere-in-the-middles.  Thank you to everyone who helps make my day a little better whenever they can, it really makes a difference.  :)

So, as Truman says, "Good morning, and in case I don't see ya: good afternoon, good evening, and good night!"

Love you all, praying for you, and wishing for the best- keep your chin up, and come home safe.

Love, Me.

Things I've Gained From the Things I've Missed

Have you ever had a toothbrush epiphany moment?  One of those times where you're standing there brushing your teeth and look at yourself and suddenly you have a flash of understanding about something?  Or my D&C teacher this past semester even talked about sometimes looking at yourself and just feeling like you don't quite measure up, and you think, "Man, I am just worthless".  Sometimes situations in life can make you feel that way, and it stinks.

I have had both of those kinds of moments.  But right now I want to talk about the epiphany I had about things I've gained from things I've missed.

To start off with, the one most recent.  I was thinking about school and Spring Term, which is a lot of what I think about lately.  I was thinking about how I didn't get a scholarship for Spring, and how at the time it seemed like a trial and not a blessing.  It meant $1,140 for tuition and another couple hundred for books paid from my own pocket, plus saving for Fall and Winter tuition/books.  Also, it meant not moving out this summer, as well as postponing the DC/NYC trip.  Anyway.  It was kind of sad for me.  But, I realized that with a scholarship, I'd have to take that other class I'd dropped because it didn't feel right and too much.  Because I didn't get a scholarship, I was able to make my schedule more manageable, get a partial refund, and pay only half of what I'd expected.  Surprise blessing.

That character changing, somewhat heartbreaking experience a few months ago?  I know a bit more of what I want, what I can do, and how to do it.  Though it hasn't exactly been smooth sailing, I have traveled, and I believe others have too.  The timing has also been impeccable.  I just. Yeah. Wow.  Blessing.

Not making it into the music program at BYU.  At first one may seem to question the blessing here.  This is what I wanted to do for years, and I'm pretty good at it, too (I'd like to think so).  But- didn't make it.  Because I didn't make it, I've been able to do this amazing School of Family Life program that I am completely in love and comfortable with, it's shorter than the 4-5 years I'd spend in the music program, I feel like I can use this to fit my tastes and lifestyle better, instead of forming myself to fit them- no offense, music teachers.  But I've been able to see that what you wanted me to be and do is not what I am meant to.  For others, yes, your program works.  But for me, it won't be happening.  Plus, I've had other job offers without completing your degree, and I have my own private teaching studio.  Blessing?  Yes.

Staying up late tonight to write this while waiting for my sister to come home, then being there to open the door because it's locked and she doesn't have a key.  Though tired, something keeps me awake and up here.  Blessing?  Most definitely.

I'm still working on being grateful for being lonely, on having homework and school and for my arms hurting.  I know that compared to the trials of those I know and love, these things are really trivial.  But they do pertain to me, and thus are important to me.  I can appreciate them and the reasons I can see- to a degree, but I still push those off to the side sometimes because I don't really appreciate having them.  I'm working on it, but I think it's going to take a little more time for me to fully face these experiences as blessings. 

So I guess the next time you're standing there brushing your teeth, take a moment to reflect and find blessings from your trials.  As Cupcake and I have discovered, though it is often easier to wallow in self-pity, it is always better to count our blessings, such as spiritual, physical, emotional and any other growth that has occurred.  These things are for our experience and good, right?  I can't remember the reference on that one, but I know it's in the scriptures.  Understanding and empathy for others.  Appreciation for the things we have.  Friends.  Music.  Laughter.  Love.  The Gospel. :)  Mirrors, thoughts and toothbrushes to have these moments.  So much to grow from and be grateful for.  So much.

By the way, Happy Mother's Day.  Love you, mom. :)

Love, Me.

An Update...on a Snowless Winter

Life's been full lately.  Interesting, good, happy, sad, busy...you name it, it's probably happened or happening.  I finished Winter Semester, and am in the middle of my second week of Spring Term.  I made the wonderful decision to take SFL 290- Critical Inquiry and Research Methods so I can take all of my other classes in the fall.  I'm taking a break from studying for our first unit exam tomorrow, and getting ready for the next one that starts Friday.  This class is intense.  Fun, but intense.

Anyhow.  A little while back my good friend Kayla and I (I haven't come up with an alias for her yet) did a photo-shoot.  So. Much. Fun!!! I loved it.  Here's some of the pics......I love them all. :)

Thanks Kayla. You're the best. :)


Also, I think I have failed to introduce you to my best friend, Cupcake. (Aka...Becca.)  We do pretty much everything together- talk, eat, play, study, talk, adventure, console, congratulate, talk, play...you name it.  Here's us after a much needed temple visit before Finals:

This is pretty much us. :)

Through the good times and the bad, we have each other.  We even match outfits and hairdo's without planning! People say they think we could even look related.  Funny thing is...we're so different, but so much the same, too.  Like that song on Tarzan (You'll be in My Heart)..."we're not that different at all".  I love my best friend Becca, she's helped me through SO MUCH this past semester. :)

Way back in January after FHE one night a group of us went and lit lanterns for the Chinese New Year.  Oh. My. Wow. Loved it.  I absolutely love Tangled, and this was amazing.  And the company was fantastic, too. :)

"The Wardies"...thanks guys. :) And my lantern. Sigh.
The Lanterns marked the beginning of a remarkably wonderful and tough time.  I suppose they are a representation of letting a part of me grow (and go), and making room for the next stage of learning and growing to come in.  Interesting when you get what you wish for.  This was at the beginning of the semester, and also the catalyst for Becca and I meeting.  I'm kind of going out of order here, and skipping quite a bit, but...all you need to know is that Orem 8th Ward is the coolest Single's Ward you'll ever come across.  Commander, Cupcake, "Blink", Co-chair, Zion Sis, Organ Buddy, and everyone else....thank you for the experiences we've shared.  You are really the best. :)

One last thing. 

For FHE (Ps. I'm a Co-Chair FHE leader. In case you didn't know.) last week we made 1,000 paper cranes. 

Yes, 1,000.

That's a lot of paper cranes.  That's a lot of folding, hours, and care.  We started a couple weeks in advance and had 500 before that night, but still.  500 is a lot!  We did it for a friend in our ward that's been very sick.  We believe in the Atonement with everything we have, but it was also fun to create a "good luck wish/charm" for him to show how much we care. 

The group you see are the faithful that stayed til 10:30 folding. We actually by happy chance ended up with 1,022 paper cranes, and after the efforts of some 40 people, we had this.....

Love it.

Yep.  I can hardly believe how fast time is flying, and it is really flying.  This has been a brief overview of some of my favorite highlights.  I've started a more in-depth post probably 5 times, but I doubt those will ever surface.  For now, things are going amiably.  I still get lonely at times, still sometimes get frustrated, but those are being outweighed by the times of peace and joy.  Also, prayers have been answered. 

That's all I can say. 

Love you all, I wish you the best whoever and where ever you may be.  Truly.  A phrase that is shared whenever we feel low (please apply to yourself):

"Chin up, princess (prince). Things'll work out.  You need to have your eyes up to see what God wants you to see."

I Seek The Kingdom.

Love, Me.

Waves

Empty.

Emptiness inside.

Hollow, like an empty jug.

Indifference, little care for much of anything.

Tension. Rising frustration, anxious. Questioning, Hoping, Probing, Wondering-

Back.

Back to reality with a snap.

Realizing my ears have been turned off.

My mind tuned elsewhere.

Missing what's happening, what's been said.

So unsure. Where once I was, now I question.
Can so many things change, and both still be right?

What am I doing?  What and who do I want?

Questioning. Furrowed brow and worried chin.

Aching chest and squeezing heart.

Holding breath to quell the ache.

A thought, and butterflies run up my skin.

A shudder of pleasure, like a wave running through my body.

My heart skips and dances.  My thoughts leap.

I feel whole. I feel happy. And suddenly, I feel great.

Another thought, and I come crashing down through the glass floor agian.

Lying there amidst the shattered glass, dazed a bit.

Looking around me, brushing the pieces from myself.

Swallowing the fears.  Hiding the tears.

Hiding. Always hiding.

What I really want. Who I really am.

Hiding to protect.  To stay safe.

Hardly daring to open up, for fear of having to close again...

Back.  Back to reality.

Back to the floor, with glass around me, because of me.

I brush off my hands, lace up my shoes, get up on my feet,

And dance again.

Wondering.

Spinning.

Questioning.

Hoping.

Pausing.

Looking.

Nothing.

Locking.

Quiet.

Still.

Love, Me.

The Kingdom

Once upon a time there was a Kingdom far away. Every child had heard of it before they could talk. Every child dreamed of it before they could walk. The stories told about it created pictures full of wonder and excitement.  Streets paved with gold, water so sweet it glistened in the sun and made you feel lighter, fruit so whole and healthy you only had to take a large basket to get a single bushel of grapes. 

One little girl dreamed of traveling there one day and meeting the kings and queens and rulers of might said to live there. She had no crown upon her head.  No grand rug beneath her feet. Yet she hoped and wished with all she had that some day, she would be considered a princess and could enter.  She worked with all her might, cleaning the dust off of travelor's shoes, mending holes in jackets, saving pennies in hopes of acquiring enough money to pay her passage into The Kingdom.

The girl grew.  She saved all she could, often going without meals to have another coin to add to her purse.   Slowly, surely, her saving grew, and she herself grew taller and even more beautiful.  Finally, she had what she felt to be enough.  She sold her small home, packed a satchel with her few belongings, and readied herself for the morning. 

Waking, she ate a small breakfast, scrubbed her face in the icy water from a morning water barrel, set her face to the East, and began walking.  It wasn't before long that she came across a woman and her children struggling to pull a cart full of meager belongings, slowly working their way across the beaten road.  The girl came up and grabbed hold of a side of the small cart, steadied it, and with a warm smile, began to help pull.

The mother smiled gratefully, and the children chattered playfully as the two women pulled side by side.  The mother sold bread and washed laundry, and had to work hard to get by.  The girl told how she was seeking The Kingdom, and they all marvelled at the glory surely to come.  At a crossroad, the girl stopped, pulled out some coins and slipped them into the young mother's hand. 

"Take this, for your need is greater than mine", she said.

With hearts full they clasped each other, and continued on their ways.

A child ran back with a small red scarf.  "Momma says this's fo' you.  Remember your love".  The Girl wrapped it around her neck, scooped the child in her arms, and gave her a coin. "Many thanks to your mother", and the child ran back.

Soon the Girl came upon an old man, stooped with age and weathered by years working in the sun.  She ran to him, and supported him on her arm.  They talked, and he told her how he was a woodsman, and could carve anything, anything at all.  The girl laughed and told him how she was on her way to The Kingdom, to meet a king just like him.  The man smiled and said, "Oh, I am no king. But let me make something for you".  And he whittled and carved, and soon handed a small life-like horse to her.  "Remember your strength".  She gratefully hugged him, slipped him some coins, and they parted ways.

The Girl kept traveling.  She crossed rivers and pastures, and forests and streams.  Whenever she met someone, they would talk and rejoice in her quest for The Kingdom.  She would give them of her precious coins- her life's work- and continue on her way, her purse getting lighter and lighter.

The Girl often slept under the stars, and listen to the creatures of the earth call to each other- the wolf mournfully to its pack, the owls curiously to each other as they sat in the trees.  She sometimes gave her food to young children she'd see.  Still she searched.  Still she dreamed of the day she would reach The Kingdom, and oh, how she hoped she would still have enough.  Yet each day, her resources grew smaller, and smaller. 

Then came the day that she gave with a smile her last coin to a beggar woman everyone else avoided.  When she turned the corner, she fell to the ground and wept, for she had just given away the last of her money.  How now could she enter the place she had worked for her entire life?  With an unknown strength, and with an imperceptible voice on the wind, she rose, wiped the tears from her face, and walked on the beckoning path.

Finally the day came.  The path grew light in front of her, and her soul grew with joy to hear the wonderful sounds that came from within the gates of The Kingdom.  Tears of joy filled her eyes to have finally arrived, and she quickened her pace.  Then the tears turned to sadness as a man came to the gate.

"Hail, to the approacher of this Gate.  What brings you here?"

Her heart fluttered.  "I Seek The Kingdom."

"Well, you have found it.  What do you bring?"

Her heart dropped, and her eyes filled with sadness.  "I surely cannot come in."

The man looked puzzled.  "And why is that?" "Good sir, I have no money. I cannot afford to come in."

The Man smiled with loving compassion.  "Oh, dear Sister. You have brought more than what money could buy.  Let me see in your bag."  The girl felt a moment of alarm.  That was where she kept her remaining precious belongings.  Still, she reached in and pulled out the contents, starting with the horse, carefully crafted.  "To remember Strength."  A book. "To remember wisdom".  A bell. "To remember beauty and music". A small pressed flower and feather. "Wonder".  A thorn.  "Trials".  Lastly she unwound the scarf from her neck.  "To remember Love".

The Man smiled and opened His arms.
"All of these things have shown me who you are, and are better than any money for things to buy.   And now, one gift from Me".

He pulled out a small piece of looking glass.  "A teardrop from The King's eye, so you may see yourself as He sees you.  Enter, my sister, and friend; you have earned your way.  Take this, and Remember Your Worth".

The girl stepped inside with eyes full of tears of wonder.  The Kingdom, with glittering streets, beautiful flowers, and peace.  She had finally made it.  As she turned, she saw that the man was The King's own Son.  He wrapped her in His arms, and whispered,

"My Sister, Welcome Home".

The End.

Love, Me.

~Dedicated to the One Who Heard it First~

Like Unto The Prophets

Ether 2.

     "And it came to pass that Jared and his brother, and their families, and also the friends of Jared and his brother and their families, went down into the valley which was northward, (and the name of the valley was Nimrod, being called after the mighty hunter) with their flocks which they had gathered together, male and female, of every kind.

     And they did also lay snares and catch fowls of the air; and they did also prepare a vessel, in which they did carry with them the fish of the waters.

    And they did also carry with them deseret, which, by interpretation, is a honey bee; and thus they did carry with them swarms of bees, and all manner of that which was upon the face of the land, seeds of every kind.

...And it came to pass that the Lord commanded them that they should go forth into the wilderness, yea, into that quarter where there never had man been.  And it came to pass that the Lord did go before them, and did talk with them as he stood in a cloud, and gave directions whither they should travel.

     And it came to pass that they did travel in the wilderness, and did build barges, in which they did cross many waters, being directed continually by the hand of the Lord.

     And the Lord would not suffer that they should stop beyond the sea in the wilderness, but he would that they should come forth even unto the land of promise, which was choice above all other lands, which the Lord God had preserved for a righteous people.

...And now, we can behold the decrees of God concerning this land, that it is a land of promise; and whatsoever nation shall possess it shall serve God ,or they shall be swept off when the fulness of his wrath shall come upon them...

...Behold, this is a choice land, and whatsoever nation shall possess it shall be free from bondage, and from captivity, and from all other nations under heaven, if they will but serve the God of the land, who is Jesus Christ, who hath been manifested by the things which we have written.  And now I proceed with my record; for behold it came to pass that the Lord did bring Jared and his brethren forth even to that great sea which divideth the lands.  And as they came to the sea they pitched their tents; and they called the name of the place Moriancumer; and they dwelt in tents, and dwelt in tents upon the seashore for the space of four years..."

The Brother of Jared and his family and friends are preparing to cross the sea.  The Lord promises, and prepares them for the trip to the land.  It is a great test, greater than the Brother of Jared anticipated.  He is worried, and stressed.  He goes to the Lord with questions, his mind filled with worry, and probably doubt.  He asks several questions.

"How will they see, how will they know where to go, how will they breathe?"

"And behold, O Lord, in them there is no light; whither shall we steer? And also we shall perish, for in them we cannot breathe, save it is the air which is in them; therefore we shall perish."

Answers come to some, and others later after there had been time, work and faith.  Still some do not come, or seem to until much later.  After some time and work, some of the same questions again.  "O Lord, behold I have done even as thou hast commanded me; and I have prepared the vessels...and behold there is no light in them".  Christ restates the problem- He knows.  He understands.  Then He asks the Brother of Jared the same thing, with a heavenly promise of comfort to the other questions and a question of His own- will he be strong, and trust? What will he do, that the Lord will be able to help him?

"Behold, O Lord, wilt thou suffer that we shall cross this great water in darkness?"
"And the Lord said unto the brother of Jared:
'What will ye that I should do that ye may have light in your vessels? For behold, ye cannot have windows, for they will be dashed in pieces; neither shall ye take fire with you, for ye shall not go by the light of fire.  For behold, ye shall be as a whale in the midst of the sea; for the mountain waves shall dash upon you.  Nevertheless, I will bring you up again out of the depths of the sea; for the winds have gone forth out of my mouth, and also the rains and the floods have I sent forth.  And behold, I prepare you against these things; for ye cannot cross this great deep save I prepare you against the waves of the sea, and the winds which have gone forth, and the floods which shall come.
Therefore, what will ye that I should prepare for you that ye may have light when ye are swallowed up in the depths of the sea?'"

Though your lives may span a few thousand years, you are not that different from the Brother of Jared.  Your faith and trials are like unto his.  Your potential and ability are there, greater than you know.  I doubt he knew when he was young that he would build boats and cross the great sea.  You're on your own sea now, and like him, you are not alone.  Though for a moment you may not be able to see or understand, know where to go, what to do, how to breathe; the answers will come.  Help is there.  You are loved, and promised help and support.  I know because God knows, and we can trust Him.  I love you, as does He.

The Brother of Jared's final solution came with the 16 stones he presented to the Lord in chapter 3.  These along with the power of Christ gave light, and the Brother of Jared was able to experience one of the most precious and sacred experiences on earth.  Ours is a God of mercy.  He is the God of Love.  We have the witness of a prophet in the his words when he answered the Lord's inquiry of belief: "And he answered: Yea, Lord, I know that thou speakest the truth, for thou art a God of truth, and canst not lie" (Ether 3:12).

All of life's troubles and trials and tribulations can not be explained at once.  All the reasons for why can not be known now, nor should they, for this is how faith is built.  I know this.  This is real. 

You can make it, I promise. :)

Love, Me.

Dear World,

Hi. It's 2012. Add the single digits up and you get 5, which is today. Cool, huh? Now add 20 and 12, and you get 32, which happens to be the day I last posted.

Okay, that was a joke. But that would be weird-cool if it were true.

I am officially 19 and a half. And a day.  It's amazing to think of how much has happened in such a short time. PLUS!! Tomorrow is Maestro's birthday!! Happy birthday shout out to one of the best friends EVER!!! :D

School started yesterday, making today the second day, but first of the Thursday classes.  Funny enough, it doesn't feel like the start of a semester, but rather...like the middle of one.  I suppose that's a good thing. Yesterday I had a six hour wait in between my morning and my last class.  Because we just went over the syllabus in Biology, we got out 20 minutes early at 10:40.  And so, it was 11:15am and I learned something very important.

I was extremelly bored.  This wasn't good.  I had six more hours of this, then two more of class!  By 1:30 I'd already read half of a book from the Bookstore, had lunch, written two letters, changed my classes, renewed my registration on my laptop and ecclesiastical endorsement, bought more books (which I found out later I didn't need), and stared out the window.  It was then that I decided that I would rather have class at 8am than wait that long again, even if I did have homework in the future.

Lesson 1 of the start of the semester: Check your classes to make sure you've taken the prereqs. Preferrably before the day before classes starts.
Lesson 2: Days can seem more like 36 hours long if you're not careful
Lesson 3: If you're buying books, make sure it's the right edition and volume.
Lesson 4: If you're jumping over a stool to get somewhere quickly, make sure you've cleared it completely.

With the start of the new year, people often make "resolutions", or "This is something I should work on and maybe want to do, and since everyone else is doing it, I'll do it too. We'll see if it gets past the first week".  I honestly have never had much desire or luck with these, other than the one I made halfway through February my Freshman year of High school to see if I could go all year without chewing gum.  Weird, I know.  But, it's five years later, and I still haven't.  Anyway.  I guess if I did make New Years Resolutions, here's what they'd be:

~Be nicer to everyone
~Watch cool movies
~Do awesome things

Hmm.  I guess I can do that.  I think I'd also like to get to the temple a few times a month...if that's once weekly that's great.

Some people think the world's going to be ending sometime this year.  Course, they predicted that it would end sometime last year, too.  And in years before that.  In my opinion, it's not gonna end this year.  And if it did "end"....it's not going to be what people think. 

Reasoning?

I'm not ready to graduate yet, and that's gonna happen in 2014.  If we were to use a mathematical equation (+ my logic),  2014 > 2012, and it's gonna happen, therefore, it's not going to come to a halt this year.  That and How to Train Your Dragon 2 is scheduled to come out in January of 2013, and we need to see how that is.

So, Welcome to 2012. It's gonna be a great year, and see you next year. :)

Love, Me.