I want some guns

Every day I hear the phrase "I want some guns," and "I want vitamins!" Guns=Gum. I think she's just messing with me since I repeatedly over pronunciate gum, but to no avail. Vitamins is pretty obvious, and she loves them because they taste like gummy bears. I was eating them too for awhile, but then realized how quickly we were going through them. It's a good thing she can't get into them yet, as I can remember getting out the Flinstone vitamins as a kid and eating quite a few of those.

Next week is my last week of work. I'm pretty sad about it, and also apprehensive about starting school again. Especially at my age, so I'm going to try to convince people I'm only 23. I've also applied for a few small jobs here and there. Student worker, helper at P's daycare, and possibly a waitress at this hole in the wall. We'll see how that works out.

Paisley and I spent some time in Utah the end of July. It always goes by way too quickly. I slept in a lot which was a-maz-ing. Gotta love that. One day we drove out to my ex-cousin-in-law(?)'s house to hang out and let the kids play. She's got 5, my sis-in-law has 2, and my Paisley. I think P was super overwhelmed at first, but then got into it. They've got this massive pool slide in their yard which I desperately wanted to go on. I finally convinced P to go with me, but one we got to the top she freaked. I was surprised because this kid has no fear whatsoever when it comes to slides and heights. Instead of letting her go back down, I grabbed her and went head first down the slide. I thought it was fun, but I don't think she did as much.

Oh well.