Time for a change ...

Have you ever heard of the game show, To Tell the Truth? It was a show that challenged a panel of four celebrities to correctly identify a described contestant who typically had an unusual occupation or experience. This central character was joined by two imposters who pretended to be that central character. The celebrity panelists questioned the team of challengers, with the imposters allowed to lie, but the central character "sworn to tell the truth".

Still with me? Give yourself 50 gold stars.

Today we're going to play a little game similar to that ... I am going to tell you three things, only one of which is true. And you, get to guess which one it is. 500 gold stars if you guess it correctly.

1. I've met someone. Well, I've met a lot of someones. But a special someone. I actually met him quite sometime ago. But at that point he was just a someone. Now he is a special someone. :) I am not quite sure how it happened! Because I have known him for some time, things are now moving kinda quickly. We're thinking of something pretty spectacular happening in early October. Invitations will be sent for this pretty spectacular thing. :)

2. I have a new job. For those of you who know me well, know that I have always been involved with youth (EFY, Seminary, to name only a couple), and so I have decided to go back to it, errr them. It was a quick, hasty decision, one I didn't inform my family of until even after I did it. I began working at my new job last Tuesday and I.love.it!! It's a lot of work and completely exhausting at some points (as if working as a behaviorist wasn't!), but it is fabulous for me. I hope there are no regrets in taking the new job!

3. Because of things that have been going on (refer to vague post below) ... I kinda feel like I need to let go of some things and move forward. I am not sure I can do that here (with "here" defined as "Logan, Utah" or even "Utah" in general). So, I am ... moving to Boston ... as in Boston, Massachusetts. No, I do not have a job lined up there yet. No, I don't know a soul there. But it feels right. I will be gone before my birthday (50 gold stars for anyone who knows when that is!). There is a reason behind why Boston ... but we can go into those details at a later point and time, when the the mere thought of it no longer makes me want to vomit, cry, or pee my pants.

P.s. Clue: This song inspired this post.


I'm a vague person.

Have you noticed that I am a vague person? That I never really go into details of anything? Admit it, you like it. It leaves you on the edge of your seat. And who doesn't like being left on the edge of their seats (besides me, of course)?

So, to stay true to character ... Let the vagueness begin. :) I have been blessed with many things in my life ... For example, I am an amazing leg-wrestler, parallel parker, and I can text extremely fast. You're jealous, I know.

But I have also been blessed with amazing people in my life. I don't have any physical evidence of this just yet, but I am confident that my parents are paying each one of these people a monthly stipend. It's the only logical answer as to why I, peon Mindy Marie Thornley, have such a vast network of such remarkable people.

While I am constantly reminded of how grateful I am for all of these people, this week there was an outpouring of goodness from so many. I want them all to know how grateful I am for what they have done for me this week.

Weedus Sue Lily. Thank you for the countless phone calls and texts and for the entire talking to God thing. Thanks for checking in, for listening, advice, and for the conversation we had Saturday morning.

Lillian. Thanks for letting me call you Lillian (no, that has nothing to do with this week) and for helping me do the most girly thing I have ever done in my entire long-legged life. :)

To these three: Brett, Cami, and Geoff. Thanks for Wednesday night fun of conversation, other stuff, and teaching me that to get a man I need to dye my hair with Kool-aide. :) As well as the text checkin-ins. (P.s. It was so difficult to find a photo of all three of you!)

Neecole. Thanks for lunch at the OG and the amazing conversation that came along with it (especially the Pixie Stick!) :) As well as advice from Talon and texts that followed. :)

Avree. Thanks for your email, for listening, and that other thing you have been doing. :)

Dave and Dani. Thanks for the phone chats and advice. Plus, for just being so stinkin' adorable in this photo!!!

Whitters! Thanks for the email and the texts and your faith!!

Heather Anne. Thanks for your optimistic message on Facebook (even though it was wrong). And for the visit we had the week before. :) I miss you, woman!

Shurlana. Thanks for always being on my side, no matter what. Your loyalty is as resolute as it comes!!

Rachel. Thanks for all messages sent through such a variety of electronic means this week!! :) For listening and for advice ... as well as the other stuff you do. :)

Stacey. Thanks for not wearing that cowboy hat at the apartment. :) And for all other stuff that you put up with in the apartment. :)

Amber and Emily. Thank you for everything! August is quickly becoming one of my favorite months ... Almost as good as Christmas. :)

BFF. Thanks for just being you and all that entails. :) P.s. I cried because I was so beautiful.


Generally speaking ...

He out-does me in tennis.
He exceeds me in basketball.
He betters me in Go Fish.
He outruns me in a sprint.
His snowballs fly further.
His cooking doesn't result in flames.

Buuuut, the leg-wrestling is always mine.

Love it.


And I will start a business ...

Everyone's doing it.

From starting their own photography company to selling adorable aprons or accessories.

I have decided to join in on the fun.

Writing and illustrating books.

This is my first.

Let me know what you think. Ahem.

Only one thing in the story actually happened to Elder Roberts. 20 gold stars to anyone who can guess which one. (The rest were actually still true stories, but happened to other missionaries, not Elder Roberts).


The battle is on ...

There are a lot of changes going on around my apartment. First, I got a stain out of the carpet with Oxy Clean (RIP Billy Mays), which I am pretty excited about ... and a roommate moved out (more on that in another post maybe later. Most likely not).

As said roommate packed up her belongings I had a fabulous epiphany! I realized with her dishes gone that I would have enough room in the kitchen cupboards for my dishes. Take one wild and crazy guess what color they are.

But this is where the battle is officially on. Roommate #2, whom we will refer to as Lulu for confidential reasons, loves John Deere paraphernalia almost just as much as I love anything pink. Almost.

Case and point:

Seriously. Who knew they made John Deere dinnerware? I did not until I acquired John Deere Loving Roommate (truth be told, my last three roommates have been obsessed with John Deere. I somehow have managed to find the three most John Deere crazed fanatics in the entire universe and have lived with them) ... But the real question is, what would you rather eat your dinner on? Above photographed John Deere dinnerware or my dinnerware:

Super cute, no?

Now, if you recall this post, I am sure you will concur that I needed to find no other reason to enjoy eating more than I already do. Oh, well. :) Goodbye stain and hello pink dishes! Happiness, is mine. :)

Prepare for in the future more discussions on my John Deere obsessed roommates and how I must overtake them all with pink.



I cannot seem to walk away from a hotel without stowing one of these along with me:

And where did I hide it to sneak it away from the Marriott? In my scriptures. Going to Hell for stealing and for blasphemy.

And if you pay close attention, exactly 5.4 inches away is another pen from the hotel I stayed in while at the WAC Tournament in Reno, Nevada. I could be wrong, but so far there is no evidence I took one from the Grand Mayan in Cancun, Mexico.

My name is Mindy and, I.am.a.klepto. [Insert a large group of people saying, "Hi, Mindy!"]

In attempts to restitute my horrible, awful sins ... Tomorrow morning I will be mailing both pens back to their hotels of origin.

Ahem ...

Dear Marriott:

It is with deepest regret that I somehow managed to leave your hotel on July 27th with your pen in my bag ... Okay, to be more precise, in my scriptures. And in case you are not familiar with, also in those scriptures is a verse that reads, "Thou shalt not steal."

In attempts to correct my horrible misdoing and hopefully in the process avoid eternal damnation in Hell, I am returning this item. Please accept my most sincere apology. It will never happen again.


Mindy M. Thornley


Do you think I will get a response? More importantly, do you think it will save me from going to Hell?
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