Two Words:

SLUMP BUSTED. 

This is the beef I have........

  

  VS.

Living in Salt Lake for a year and half now, I feel like I have a good grasp on things.  I know my way around,  I know it's a must to pick up after your dog, and I know that every week in church BYU will be mentioned with a negative connotation.  I've handled it under my breath for too long, I can't take it anymore! I understand rivalries, I do but in church, really?  Must we bring up "the school down south" as it is so lovingly referred to as, over the pulpit or in Sunday school?  Get off it already.  People HATE BYU up here, fine so be it I don't care, but when you are constantly bringing it up in church I want to scream "hey, it's a church school, your tithing money is going to it and if you forgot we are the same religion."  

If I used the term "I have a theory about this" I would use it right now: When I was attending the Y I RARELY heard anyone refer to the U ever, whether it be positively or negatively, it just wasn't talked about.  Not once did I hear the term, "the school up North" I don't think many people really cared.  I think the lack of caring comes from most of the students at the Y not being from Utah, they don't know about the U so why talk about it.  I didn't feel like anyone was there to prove their feelings for BYU or lack of feelings for the U, especially at church. Here in Salt Lake it's a whole different ball game, I hesitate to mention that I have a degree from BYU because of the flack I KNOW I will get.  Why so much hate? It makes me want to steal a line from the classy people who go on Maury "you don't know me, you don't even know me."  When people tell me they go to the U or graduated from the U I don't give them a hard time, share the love people.  That's all I ask, for a little less hate and a little more love.  

Holla if you hear me!!

Slump-Bustin'

Have any of ya'll ever been in a slump? A drought? A dry spell? A funk? A shortage? A recession? A stagnation? A deficiency? 

For an undisclosed amount of time (don't pry, I'll never tell), I have been involved in a shortage. A shortage of one particular need. A need that might be considered essential at this point in my life. In fact, I'm told it's quite abnormal that I'm NOT participating in this activity, especially during college. Whoo! College! It's crazy!! (Seriously though, it's not.  Not if you're sober)

Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Those of you who have experienced this kind of stagnation know what I'm going through. And you are the people that I want to talk to. Those of you who don't know what I'm going through, you can just keep your busy mouths shut. I don't want to hear it. You married people, well, I don't have much to say to you either. 

I'm not saying I need a boyfriend (although, I am a little low on cash and could use somebody paying for my meals). I'm saying that I need a slump-buster. A good old-fashioned slump bustin' night 'o fun. At this point I'm even considering "slaying a dragon", although that's not really my style. But still, I'm thinking about it. 

The fact is, I think I need some help. Professional or otherwise. How's a girl supposed to break out of a funk all by herself? I don't know... Maybe I'll just do what my Grandma Mary always said, go join a Nunnery and forget about boys. At this point, that idea isn't looking too bad. 

ZZZZZZZZZ.............

I love my twoladiesandnobaby, but this is how I feel about their blog lately. Can I get an "Amen?"

Love, Ally