Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Chugga chugga choo choo!

Wow. So, yeah. Here I am world, starting a blog so I can blog about things that bloggers blog about . . . Huzzah!

Since I didn't just zip into existence when I got my very own url, I guess I'll just start out with some run-of-the-mill facts about myself:

Fact: I'm from a large family who I love very, very much.
Fact: I am LDS, young, single, and adult.
Fact: I attend BYU in Provo and will graduate very, very soon.
Fact: I have wanted to be a doctor since I was three and discovered that the career exits.
Fact: I love being alive and doing the things that living people do.

Last night I attended a benefit dinner to raise money for Camp Kesem, a camp for kids whose parents have/had cancer, so that we can actually pay for the second annual Camp Kesem camp in Utah. We were able to raise about $2K but still need a considerable sum before August so that the kids aren't forced to rough it in the elements and starve for a week. (I won't let it happen, my bambinos!)

During the dinner I was brainstorming some ideas to raise money and then it hit me like a "Single in Provo?" sign fluttering across the freeway: We should host a bachelor/bachelorette auction!

What do people in Provo love to do on the weekend? Date!

Do they like to give of their time, talents, and treasures? I sure hope so!

Am I desperate enough to put myself up on the chopping block of prostituted dating time to raise cash for my favorite charity? Heck yes, I am!!

We might even raise, like, 25 bucks if we get enough people to donate themselves as bachelors/bachelorettes! Hmmmm. Yeah. We might need more buck-a-roos than that. . .

Let's face it: Kids in Provo like to date and support worthy causes, but we're kind of cheap-skates. I mean, tuition is only $2000 and we still complain when it goes up $100 a semester. . .

I happen to be a big fan of the Little Engine Who Could and I think we should just chugga chugga choo choo right up to the gaping crevice of doubt and insufficient funds, close our eyes, and hope for success! You never know until you try. And we WILL have camp this year even if I have to scam some poor sap to do so.