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I confess I find myself in a malaise this 3rd WordPress anniversary.

I’m struck by thoughts of “Too late, ” “What’s the point?” and, generally, “Meh.” I catch myself in fantasies of my 20s, thinking what I might have done if I knew then what I know now. It’s such a useless enterprise, and yet I find myself perpetually there.

I think, “Well, start now!” See above.

This “blah” has been sitting on me all year. I was waiting to get depressed. When that didn’t happen, I waited to snap out of it. Neither so far.

I’ve tried 3 times now to write something meaningful or interesting in any particular on this blogiversary. The truth will have to suffice.

Having said that, I am looking forward to Hottie Hoop Camp next month. I thrive in the classroom, and I’m excited about the possibility of unlocking this brainfreeze I’ve been stuck in (for years) with my hooping. I’m so ready for a lengthy visit with my best friend. She moved last summer, and I really feel the lack of her in this blasé phasé.

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Wham-O

I asked my co-worker to watch the phones for a sec while I took one of our volunteers to the backyard. “I’m helping [Jane] reclaim her childhood,” I told her. It’s what I say to adults who get in on the spin.

Then I thought, “Wait. Wham-O didn’t mass-market the hoop until the 50s. This wasn’t [Jane]’s childhood!” Well, that was my first sale to an octogenarian. 🙂

Happy Pioneer Day!

It’s a Mormon thing. Ironically, it involves a lot of beer. Brigham Young and the other weirdos devout got here on July 24, 1847. (Read back for my actual reverence and admiration for my ancestors who did that. They had moxy! And conviction is commendable, even if it’s not your own.) In the morning there’s your standard parade, with “wards” (divisions by area) competing with some impressive floats. It’s a common tradition for families to camp overnight on the best parade viewing spot, often the same one for generations. At night, the ex-patriates and “never-was”s among us carouse.

The real reason I’m writing is that I’m so excited! Tonight, I’m FINALLY going out with this guy I’ve been into for a year. A solid year, people! We met the first weekend of August last year and every time we’ve seen each other since, it’s been our own kind of fireworks. But we can never get it together. One or the other of us has had to cancel. For a year! It’s taken so long, I still feel like it’s not really going to happen. But it is. He just confirmed. And it’s mere hours away! I’m so excited!

The OkCupid experiment was fun. I went out with 3 guys. One was a psycho; One was a great dater but not *sigh,* and the last was just… Been there done that. I’m over it. I’m ready to go out with someone I know I like. I’m so excited!

(Ha! One was completely forgettable – I went out with 4 OkCupideers!)

Tonight, we go to my cousin’s famous 24th of July “Utah’s Other Pioneers” party. There’s a taco cart in the drive and probably a [left] political candidate, with elections this year. I’m LEDhooping! Fireworks are across the street at Liberty Park. Maybe I’ll get to kiss under a glittering explosion or two. Or ten.