Thoughts while running

This morning, while cruising along on my new favorite three-mile loop, I was hit with the most brilliant of all brilliant ideas:

I should rename my blog Torrie's Stories!

Genius, right?

I originally really liked the whole "Torr's Favorite Things".  I promise, I did.  But then I just kept forgetting to do Favorite Things Fridays.  And I just kept thinking what's the point in having that name if I don't even talk about things that are my absolute most favorite.  Ever.

But then I was hit with the same dilemma I had when I first started blogging.  No matter what, whenever I try to be creative I'm never as creative as when I just let creativity happen.  Got that?  Basically, if I try to force creativity it always just feels, well, forced.  So I decided to just let my idea come to me instead of frantically searching for it.

And boy did it ever.

So give me some time (we all know how much I love procrastination) but sometime in the near future I will be switching the name and address over to the new one.  I promise I'll give plenty of warning in advance and try to make this trasition as easy as possible for everyone.

Ha, I'm so weird.

Vic-Torrie

First off, can I just say I kindasorta have a love/hate relationship with the word "victory"?

The love part comes from me being so full of myself that I love any word with my name in it.

Seriously, growing up I was obsessed with the word "mandatory" because it was my best friend's name (Amanda) and my name put together.  Pure genius in word form, right?

The hate part comes from the fact that my name almost means victory. 

Well, technically I haven't ever found "Torrie" straight up spelled exactly my way in any baby name or name meaning book.  Ever.  Jerks. 

But when I do find some form of my name, it always has the same meaning:  Shortened form of Victoria. 
And Victoria's name meaning?  Victory. 

So, I'm short of a victory?  Dude, I feel jipped. 

But, I got 100% on my case study (Victory!)

And I made a new header (Victory!)

And its almost the weekend (Victory!)

And, once again, I don't work this Saturday (VICTORY!)

On a sadder note, one of my favorite friends had to move home.  She didn't really say much about it, other than it was for family reasons.  I drove past her house four times today (to and from work guys, not like I was creepin' her out) and wanted to cry each time!  Have you ever just made a friend so easily that you can't even really remember how you became friends?  Seriously, someone just asked us the other day how we met and the best answer we could come up with was:

Umm, well, we just started talking one day and now here we are?

So, in honor of Melissa, our friendship, our love of Glee (and Finn Hudson), and the concrete jungle that took her away from Rexburg: