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Oh Larry

2011-09-30T23:27:00.002-06:00

Michael works with this weird old guy, Larry.

Larry lives alone,

he looks and smells like he's smoked too much and chewed WAY too much,

and I think Larry is a little bit of a perv.

I think that Michael has an old soul, and seems to always get along with the older crowd . . . much, much older crowd.

So when Michael started working the job he's at now, Larry latched onto him immediately.

Recently he's been sending Michael home with movies,

movies that he shouldn't really be sending Michael home with.

I don't like them.

First of all because Michael feels obligated to watch them,

and second of all because they have all been bloody and violent,

and third of all, most important of all, because there are ALWAYS naked ladies in them,

and I HATE watching them for that reason there.

I can deal with the weird, stupid story lines,

or the ridiculous amounts of gore and heads being chopped off,

but not the nudity, nuh uh, don't like it.

So, I said to Michael, "I think you're friend Larry is kind of a pervert, and you're not allowed to bring movies home from him anymore."

and Michael says, "No he's not. Oh, by the way, we should invite Larry over for dinner some night."

HAHA, nuh uh....

it was a nice thought though.

Family Dollar

2011-09-19T13:40:00.003-06:00

Hey all!

If you shop at Walmart, Smiths, Albertsons, any of those places for your toilet paper, cleaning supplies, general non-refridgerated foods, STOP IT!!

Michael and I started getting certain things at Family Dollar, and it's saved us SO much money!

We buy nice Charman Ultra toilet paper for two dollars when it's five at Walmart! Even their milk is cheaper and it tastes the exact same!

We'd rather have money in our pockets than be embarrassed about admitting to our Family Dollar love. It's smart and it's cheap (:

It's Cause I'm Brown . . . Huh?

2011-09-15T23:13:00.002-06:00

I work at The Home Depot, as ya'll may know.

we're very . . . aware of each other's ethnicity.

when i say we, i mean the cashiers that all know each other pretty well.

we work with an asian,

a few mexicans,

me,

polynesian,

indian (as in middle eastern . . . not native american),

a german,

and a 'jew'... he's not really he just wants to fit in.

we think its funny to give each other a hard time, but things get real awkward when customers say things, because they're being serious and their comments are a little more over the top than ours.

my asian friend, asian joe, is constantly getting slammed by customers.

he's from california, born there, raised there, and only recently moved to utah about 4 or 5 years ago. he's dad is white and his mom is from china.

he's been asked, "is joe you're american name?"

people refer to him as, "you know, that little china man? he's the one that helped me."

there have been customers that pull their eyes back to mimic his 'asian' eyes.

it's ridiculous.

now i guess it's my turn...?

within two days i've had two comments about how brown people get accused for stealing, and i should know how that feels. of course, they were brown themselves... but i have a feeling this is only the beginning.

Fishy fishy on my hook...

2011-09-08T12:26:00.004-06:00

we went on the boat ( by 'we' i mean michael, myself, twit one and two, and the parentals) labor day before i had work. michael was in desperate need for some fishing so he was very excited when my mom invited us to go. within the first, oh i'd say five minutes of getting all our poles out, we caught two fish. total we kept 3 of them, mom and dad took some and we took some.

i figured i'd better think up a way to cook the fish at that point.

michael does this thing where he doesn't take a lunch to work on purpose, or makes me feel bad cause he has to take ramen noodles (which i have to do every day i go to work), so then i end up making something and taking it to him. he did that yesterday.

so, i looked in my fridge to see what i could find, and here is what i came up with.

** i didn't measure anything out. i eyed it all, and just thought of how much he was going to want to eat. so ya'll just measure it to taste (:

Real Easy Fish Tacos

Your shopping list:

*Cabbage

*Salsa (we like pace)

*Sour Cream

*Soy Sauce

*Red Pepper Flakes

*Vegetable Oil

* Small Tortillas De Maiz Blanco (which means white corn tortillas)

*Fish (we used fresh rainbow trout, but we also like to eat Tilapia fish)

Here is what you do:

Mix soy sauce, pepper flakes, and vegetable oil in a skillet...all to taste! Go easy on the pepper flakes, a little goes a long ways! Heat liquids and place small pieces of fish in skillet. Fry until cooked all the way through.

Meanwhile, mix some salsa and sour cream together in a bowl, and tear up your cabbage into small chunks.

In a separate skillet heat 1/4 of a cup of vegetable oil. When hot, begin placing corn tortillas into the oil, one by one. Once the first side is crispy, flip tortilla over and shape into a taco, continue to fry both sides of your taco shaped tortilla.

Remove fish from heat when done. Smoother bottom of taco shells with salsa mixture, put fish inside next, and top with cabbage.

** we like to pat our tortillas dry with a paper towel, they are pretty greasy once you remove them from the skillet.

they were pretty tasty, hope ya'll enjoy!

Who Knew

2011-09-07T16:25:00.003-06:00

the extent of my cooking in high school was...maybe a sandwich, if i wasn't feeling TOO lazy.

college wan't any better. I lived on cereal, ramen noodles, and canned chili. It wasn't because i didn't have any money to go grocery shopping (ok, sometimes i didn't), it was because i was just too dang lazy to make anything!

NOW though, i LOVE to cook. i love making things and hearing michael say that he loves it, and that he's 'impressed'. he always says that (:

i love that when he takes homemade lunches to work, the guys are always trying to steal bites.

i love the satisfaction i get when i myself taste it and I'M impressed too!

so, I'm going to start sharing our favorite recipes with all of you. some of them i've found, some i've just thrown together what we have in the fridge and kept my fingers crossed, and some i've found but changed them to my own liking. so here is my first one, michael and i really enjoyed this meal earlier this week.

** keep in mind there are only two of us, so these recipes are ONLY made for two unless otherwise specified.

Pepper Garlic Shrimp with Chinese Noodles

Lets start with the shrimp...

Your shopping list:

*Vegetable Oil - 1/4 cup + 1 Tablespoon

*Water- 1/2 cup

*Shredded Cabbage- 2 cups

*Minced Garlic- 2 Tablespoons

*Large, Peeled, Deveined Shrimp- 16 count

*Crushed Red Pepper Flakes- 1 Tablespoon (more or less depending on your taste)

*Sliced Onion/ White- 1/4 cup

*Soy Sauce- 2 Tablespoons

Here is what you do:

Heat your vegetable oil in a skillet, high heat. Add your cabbage and only 1 tablespoon of water. Stir-fry for about a minute until cabbage is soft. Remove cabbage from the skillet and place on a serving platter and set aside.

Heat the remaining oil in same skillet, high heat. Put garlic and the shrimp in the skillet and stir until your garlic is lightly browned and the shrimp start to turn pink. Add the pepper flakes, onion slices, soy sauce, and remaining water to the skillet. Stir-fry your mixture for about a minute to two minutes and then pour mixture over cabbage.

I like to set my shrimp and cabbage in the oven while I'm working on my noodles to keep them warm.

Shopping List for Noodles:

*Package of Ramen Noodles Oriental- just one!

*Egg- just one!

*Vegetable Oil

*Carrot- half of a large one, peeled and cut into little slices

*Green Peas/Frozen ones work- 2 Tablespoons + 2 teaspoons

*Red Bell Pepper- 2-3 Tablespoons sliced, depending on how much you like your red peppers

*Sesame Oil- 2 teaspoons

*Soy Sauce

Here is what you do:

Boil your ramen noodles until soft. DO NOT add flavor packet, set it aside, cause we're using it later! After noodles are soft, drain them and set them aside.

Heat enough vegetable oil in a small skillet (i like to use the same skillet as the shrimp to spread the flavor around) to thinly cover the bottom. Scramble the egg in a small bowl and then add to skillet. When egg is cooked completely, set it aside in your small bowl.

In same skillet, heat same amount of vegetable oil, medium heat. Add carrots, peas, and bell peppers to skillet and heat until all vegetables are soft, and cooked all the way through. When finished cooking vegetables, place in same bowl as your cooked egg.

In your same skillet combine 2 Tablespoons of sesame oil with 1 tablespoon of vegetable oil. Fry your noodles in the oils for 3 to 5 minutes, make sure you turn them regularly so they don't burn! After 5 minutes, add soy sauce (to your taste), seasoning packed from ramen, and if you desire, more sesame oil. Mix noodles and sauces together until noodles are completely coated. Add your vegetables and egg and continue cooking for another 5 minutes.

I like to serve my noodles and shrimp all on the same platter, the flavors together are divine (:

I never knew how much I was going to like cooking, but having someone who appreciates it makes it worth all the time and effort, especially when it turns out delicious! (:

happy cooking!

The Help

2011-08-25T11:27:00.005-06:00

For those of you who haven't seen this movie [The Help] I suggest you go and see it, right away! . . . Go, what are you still reading this for!
Yes, the movie is just what it sounds like, it's about the help, the maids, the housekeepers and child raisers, the slaves.

My mom says it was a really good book, so if you're more of a reader, than maybe that would be better for you, BUT she did also so that the movie was a perfect match up to the book.

Without giving too much away, it's about these women,

Who serve these women,

And finally decide they are fed up and that their story needs to be told, and their stories are definitely tear jerkers.

I have to admit that I feel a little sting of awkwardness when I watch movies about the slaves. In a room full of white people, how do you not feel awkward? I'm feeling upset, and a lot of hatred, but I always wondered what the white people feel.

Obviously I'm not anywhere near full black, but that little bit in me is enough that I would have been a slave in the day.

It's great though to think of the people that went through hell like that so that I can go to public school with white kids, so that I can ride in the front of the bus, so that I am treated as a human being and not an animal.

So, thank you every African American that stood up for who they were and weren't ashamed of it.

School Shopping

2011-08-24T12:11:00.004-06:00

We went school shopping for Michael today after he got home from school...

$300 dollars worth of welding gear.

I told him he better get a nice job so that all his gear is worth it!

He was SO excited, it was like a little kid at Christmas!

I actually can't wait for Christmas now... if he was so excited about his welding stuff, he's going to be very excited about the Transformer toys I'm planning on getting him, he's IN LOVE with transformers. Every time we go to Walmart I'm dragging him out of the toy section, telling him, "Maybe Santa will get you Transformer toys for Christmas,"

School Days

2011-08-23T17:42:00.003-06:00

Michael starts school tomorrow morning. His first class is at 8, so lucky me, I get to play Mom and wake up nice and early to make him a nice breakfast (:

I feel like I'm sending a child off to school.

We stopped by Walmart today to buy him some supplies, (and a movie cause he likes to act like he is so picked on because he has to go to school in the morning) and some things to make him his YAY-school-is-here-breakfast.

While we were walking to our car after getting his student ID, I asked him, "Why did you decide to go back to school?"

Michael graduated in 2009 from Delta High and has never been to college, until now.

I didn't think his decision to go back to school had anything to do with me. When we were

very first dating (like a week into it!) he told me he wanted to go back to school, because it seemed like a good idea. So I just figured he was finally tired of bumming around Delta, Utah and wanted to get out and make something of his life.

BUT, I was wrong.

I'm not sure if his answer was cute, or insulting.

Michael: "I'm going back to school because of you."

Me: "Why? I never told you that you should go back to school."

Michael: "I know, but when I first met you, I thought 'If I want to keep this girl, I better go back to school', so here I am."

Me: "Yes, but why did you think that?"

Michael: "Because you looked really high maintenance, so I figured I'd need a good job to support all the things you were going to want."

See? very cute and sweet... but I wasn't sure how to take the high maintenance part.

So I asked him, "Am I as high maintenance as you thought I was going to be?"

Michael: "Oh yeah."

Little Mili

2011-08-21T21:43:00.002-06:00

We're in Delta for the weekend.

The entire face of one of Michael's teeth chipped off, so his dentist said he would crown it for free...there is the benefit of living in Delta. It's a super small town, and the town dentist is Michael's best friend's dad.

It's our engagement present (:

We've been trying to visit as many people as possible while we're here since we're not down this way very much anymore.

So of course we ended up at Michael's older brother's house, Manolo.

Manolo lives with his girlfriend Sonnit and their kid Malisha.

Malisha is the definition of Latina spit fire.

Manolo is full mexican, so I'm sure that's where she gets it.

Michael and I were sitting on the couch and Malisha decided to join us. Michael started bothering her(like usual) and blowing in her face. She couldn't quite figure out

how he was doing that (she's only 2 1/2) so she kept trying to plug the hole in his lips where the air was coming out of. Finally, fed up with him being annoying, she slapped him right on the mouth and said, "Stop it Michael, I don't like that!"

She's a doll, and knows just how to handle her men.

I hope my girl will be like her... especially if she's going to be stuck with an annoying dad like Michael

Here We Come SLCC

2011-06-08T20:20:00.003-06:00

On July 1st, Michael and I will be moving into our nook.

We can not wait!

We were going to wait till the end of July, but we're getting too antsy.

So we're rushing to get things put together.

I just made a 'Master Grocery List' today, and it goes on, and on and on and on...lots of silly things I thought I'd never have to buy...

wooden spoons,

toilet cleaner,

a toilet scrubber,

nutmeg...

I'm living with my grandma right now since I was kicked out of my room by Twit #1. She's a big girl now and needs her own room.

Grandma Shanna had an extra room (king sized bed all to myself!) so I took it. I love living with grandma... but I'd love living with my sweetie better.

It's hard not having any friends. I have more friends in Delta than I have up here now.

Not only do I have no friends up here, but my best friend is 2 hours away, and I'm definitely ready to be with him everyday!

Teeny Tiny

2011-04-27T16:30:00.003-06:00

You may think this is weird...but it was very frustrating for me.

I've had the worst stomach ache all last night and all today.

I get the sudden feelings of needing to throw up.

So I was taking my Nutrition test today and was about ten questions from the end when...

I got that feeling, and it came on strong.

I could feel my temperature go up, and that bad feeling of not being able to hold it down anymore.

So I hurried and finished, and ran to the bathroom...

and was very upset when I couldn't get into the stall..

I could not fit in the stall! It was much MUCH too small. I had to step inside, on the side of the toilet, and still had to squeeze the door shut. I couldn't help but think, how do girls even slightly bigger than I fit in those dang things!?

I don't know who designed these stalls, but whoever it was must have been a midget or an extremely skinny person.

Its like when you go shopping and all thats left on the shelf are size zero and double zero jeans...no one wears a size zero! Let alone a double zero!

Anyhow... I was just annoyed so I thought I'd share

Meet the Winters...and Hunters...And Murdochs

2011-04-24T23:24:00.002-06:00

Basically, I wanna know what you all think of Michael...

Now that you know he's real and I'm not just making up a fake boyfriend.

He really enjoyed the day...so he said.

He said my family was very nice, and lots of fun.

A fun, happy, close family is something he doesn't really have, so I was excited that he could spend Easter sunday with my fun, fairly happy, close family.

Thanks to all of you that offered us furniture...we're really going to need it haha so THANK YOU!

and Happy Easter(:

Try Try Again

2011-04-21T13:04:00.004-06:00

As a lot of you may know I WAS a Snow College Cheerleader last year.

I tried out, and was on the team up until the week before our first football game. Thats when my coach decided 1. she "didn't like my personality" 2. I "wasn't coachable" and 3. she didn't like my "religious standpoint". Sound like a bunch of bull crap? Well it was.

So this year I'm going to try again...but not at Snow, at Salt Lake Community College.

Michael and I are planning on going to SLCC and cheerleading is very important to me, so I decided I might as well try out for my second college team, in hopes of making it and STAYING on the team.

I could not be more nervous. Try outs are this Friday and Saturday... and it's been a long time since I've tumbled!

Hopefully I don't fall on my face, wish me luck y'all, cause I'm gonna need it!

I love I hate...

2011-04-19T13:01:00.002-06:00

I Hate:

When it's absolutely clear that a girl is wearing hair extensions.

When I finally decide to walk to class and water leaks through my boots five minutes into my walk.

When I'm trying to do my homework like a good student and my one obnoxious roommate won't stop yelling and screaming...and playing that dang guitar.

When I don't see Michael for more than a few days.

When I can't do something that I once could.

When people talk behind my back and can't just say it to my face.

Seeing people I knew in high school.

Not having any money.

I love:

When I get voicemails from my baby sister.

When my phone rings and I see that it's Michael.

When the weather starts to warm up.

The thought of finally getting out of ephraim.

The confidence cheerleading gives me.

Going home to my parents.

When I take a test and just knowing that I did really well.

Getting homework done early!

Shopping!!

The feeling eating healthy gives me.

Nook

2011-04-12T14:54:00.003-06:00

Michael and I took a trip to Taylorsville yesterday to look at the school we'll be attending next year, Salt Lake Community College, and to search for apartments.

I've been searching for 'THE' apartment for quite a while. We're just a small little couple so we don't need a whole bunch of room. We're also going to be very busy so we needed something that was going to be as inexpensive as possible since the both of us might not be able to work full time. It's his first year in college plus he's trying out for the baseball team, and if he makes it, he'll be busy! I'll HOPEFULLY be on the cheerleading team up there (tryouts are next weekend...EEK) and that I'm sure will keep me busy enough. We also wanted our apartment to be somewhere very close to the school to cut back on gas money, and in a good neighborhood... somewhere not too scary!

I had a list of about 10 places, which boiled down to about 6, yesterday I was at 4, and then I narrowed it down to 2. We google mapped everything out and were ready for our adventure! The first place on our list was a place called Callaway Apartments. Its the biggest apartment complex in Utah, and was so perfect for us!

We had two 1 bed 1 bath apartments to choose from.

One was 418 square feet, and about $560 a month with all utilities and our parking permit. It was small...but what would we need a bunch of room for?

The other was 564 square feet and more than $600 a month...

So we're thinking about doing the smaller one.

We're super excited!!

It's just a little nook, but it'll work for us!

So,

If anyone is getting rid of a couch, coffee table, kitchen table or chairs...any furniture really, hit me up! cause we would love to have it!! (:

Finally... It's Over

2011-04-06T23:11:00.003-06:00

Today has been one of the worst days.

I am so happy that it's over!

I've been stressed about money ( I stress more than the average person should),

I've been stressed about Michael's crazy mother,

I've been stressed about his crazy sister-in-law and his brother,

I've been stressing about where I'm going to live this summer (thank goodness my parents are absolutely amazing and are willing to put up with me for a few months)

... It's just been a big stress fest!

I finally got on the phone tonight with Michael and apologized to him for hanging up on him earlier while I was uncontrollably sobbing. He's such a sweetie, he wouldn't even let me apologize, told me that I had every right to be upset and stressed.

When I got off the phone with him, I decided to treat myself for being able to last through this ridiculously long, crappy day.

So this is what I did,

I checked a movie off of my "Need to buy these movies" list and got my favorite treat while I was at it...

I love checking movies off of my list, and it doesn't happen very often.

As of recently my list got longer... unfortunately.

After a weekend break, I came back to my apartment to find two giant polynesian guys in my apartment in the dark. They had broken in (or some idiot forgot to lock the door...wasn't me I was the first one to leave that weekend!) and when I kicked them out and called the police, I failed to notice they had stolen about five of my DVDs. I didn't realize I was missing any until about a month later...

I hate people that steal.

Anyways... my night is ending okay.

Sittin back with my fix of Eli and some Flamin' Hot Cheetos!

Oh the BOLDNESS

2011-04-05T22:06:00.003-06:00

The apartment that I live in is connected to a whole chain of other apartments... obviously, thats what an apartment is. But my room is rear facing, so it's facing about 20 other windows.

It's really annoying because there is a small ally way between my apartment complex and the other complex and people are constantly chasing each other through it, or just passing by...in a noisy way.

Tonight I was planning on going to bed early. I don't get really good sleep during the week and I thought I would catch up on some sleep.

That didn't work out so well.

I've been in bed since about eight, and around ten I was woken up by loud screams.

Not such a good way to be woken up.

I peeked through my blinds to see three girls yelling across the ally to a few other girls in the apartment right next to me.

I was pissed.

I was just going to blow it off and go back to bed...but it just kept going...and going...and going...

So I finally flung my window open and told those girls off,

it's been a long time since I've told someone off,

it was kind of relieving(:

I loving being forward, and not afraid to tell someone how I feel and where to put it.

Thanks to whoever I got that from..cause my mom is definitely not like that!

Finally tamed the beast

2011-04-04T19:03:00.006-06:00

As y'all know I have the worst yet best hair.

It's much too frizzy, but I love that it's curly.

As I got older, I learned to appreciate my curly hair a whole lot more, I hardly ever straighten it anymore.

You were right mom!

However, it's hard to keep my hair from frizzing up like a big cotton ball.

My mom suggested going and getting a Brazilian Blowout... it's a hair treatment that restores the keratin in your hair and straightens out your curl, so when your hair air dries it goes from the picture on the left to the picture on the right...

pretty cool huh?! I had an appointment to go and get it done last weekend (its super expensive, but Capelli had a good deal going on for $99) but due to a power outage I wasn't able to get it done. I was going to make another appointment, but I discovered something that is seeming to work wonders, and its costing me a whole lot less!

At Walmart I found Organix Ever Straight Brazilian Keratin Therapy shampoo, conditioner, and anti-breakage serum. It has made my hair so much smoother, and much more under control! Not only do I use those, but a product by Wild Harvest Hair called Surf Head(Sea Salt) has been helping out a lot also.

My hair went from doing this when I blow dried it...

To looking like this...

My hair doesn't have any residue on it, it's not greasy, it isn't dry and frizzy, but it's very soft and a whole lot flatter than usual!

It's still got really good curl,

it's just a little more contained(:

My mane is finally tamed!!

Hurry!

2011-04-03T21:32:00.006-06:00

I'm getting really excited about all this marriage stuff.

So you all know, I DO NOT have a ring on my finger, I am NOT engaged ... yet(:

But I'm a girl, so I've already started planning stuff... lots of stuff!

I want everything to be perfect, and I want everything to be planned so that when the date comes, there is no rushing and stressing!

I want to share some of my plans with you!

Just SOME.

Obviously the dress is a big deal, am I right? I really want it to be elegant, very princess like.

Here's what I found... I am absolutely in love with this dress...too bad its a bit expensive

This is just one on my list...

I also fell in love with the idea of my bride's maids wearing cowboy boots and cute sun dresses.

cute right!

I'm very into twinkle lights, and I came across the most adorable idea! I'm sure my extremely talented mother will be able to help me create these...

Anyways...this is a little sneak peak of what I'm thinking... hopefully I get a rock on my hand sometime soon so I can officially start planning stuff! (:

I'm very excited to be a wife to my cute little boyfriend. I've never been a big fan of getting married and I've never really considered it, but Michael makes me very excited to be married. I know a lot of people think I'm 'too young' and I need to 'experience life', but what better way to experience life than with my best friend?

Monster-In-Law

2011-04-01T18:32:00.002-06:00

I spent last weekend and the better part of this week with Michael.

I've met his mom several times, and since the beginning she's made me more nervous than I've ever been around someones mom.

She's a little Mexican spit fire and hardly speaks English, making communication super difficult.

She's not only intimidating looking, but the language barrier doesn't help, and I have the feeling that she doesn't like me much.

Here's why.

Michael has an older brother named Farrell Jr.

He's the 'good boy' of the family, the golden child, mommy and daddy's favorite,

and he recently started dating a little Mexican girl.

Michael's mom, Rosa, has maybe talked directly to me about three times in the five to eight times I've seen her and spent time around her.

Rosa, Michael's dad Farrell Sr., his little sister Jackie, and his little brother Jason drove to Richfield just to go meet Farrell Jr's new girlfriend this week. When they got back, Rosa bragged up how much she loved Farrell's girlfriend, and how she was able to talk to her (duh! they both speak Spanish!), and how cute and little she was, and how she wished that all of her boys would date Mexican girls.

Whoa... that was a harsh one. Not only was I sitting there, Michael's not Mexican girlfriend, but Michael's sister-in-law was also there... who is also not Mexican.

The next day she came over again, and wasn't too happy to see me.

Rosa: Geez, are you guys married or what?

Michael: Not yet, we're working on it.

Rosa: Oh gosh, I hope not.

This is about the time that everyone in the room gasps,

and Rosa pretends like nothing has happened.

Michael pulled her aside to talk to her and tell her she needed to be a little nicer to me, and get use to me being around a lot more. Rosa did NOT like that. She told him that I better learn to speak Spanish and that I needed to try and talk to her more...

The monster-in-law has already begun :/

Twit #1

2011-03-28T12:11:00.003-06:00

This weekend Michael and I took a trip up north.

It was originally to go to my hair appointment, but the minute we drove into Lindon, my appointment was moved back because of a power outage at Capelli's in American Fork. Instead of my appointment just being moved back though, the manager failed to ever call me back and I never got my hair done...not happy.

Anyhow,

Michael and Maya are little buddies. She always wants Michael to 'be on her team', and at dinner she didn't want to sit by me or Peyton, she just wanted to sit by Michael. The subject of Michael being their brother-in-law someday was brought up, and very upset like, Maya says, "No! I don't want him to be my brother!" I asked her why not, and her answer was, "Because, I just want him to be my sister."

I love the weird logic that goes through Maya's head!

My Mom the Stylist

2011-03-24T15:03:00.005-06:00

My mom is a very stylish lady... if you didn't know.

I give the poor lady a heart attack.

I have nothing against dressing cute and having nice clothes, as most of you know I have a very bad shopping addiction.

But I have to get really motivated in the mornings to get all dressed up, because mostly I just want to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt.

It's especially hard to feel motivated because I feel like I have no one to impress here in Ephraim. Michael is in Delta during the week, so my weekends are my dress up days, and the occasional week day that I'm feeling well rested and not so grumpy (thats very rare).

For christmas my mom bought me some adorable outfits...

This is my favorite dress that she bought me...

She also got matching shoes and tights to go with it...

I LOVE shoes, and these are definitely one of my favorite pairs.

I have a strong, passionate hatred towards tights, but Mom gave me a few pair and I really like them...

cute pattern huh?

Anytime I wear the clothes my mom got me, I get endless compliments all day long...my mom is a pretty fashionable lady!

Thanks mom!

Courtship and Marriage

2011-03-23T18:41:00.002-06:00

I'm taking a Courtship and Marriage class this semester. It was worth 3 credits, seemed like an easy class, and since I was't dating anyone at the time and I have a track record of dating complete A holes, I thought it would help my dating skills a bit.

My teacher is a complete nut.

He's an older man in his late 60s or early 70s,

he's one of those old men that believes we should still do things how they did them in 'the olden days',

and sometimes he tells us things that about 90 % of us disagree with.

I'm going to share with you some of his 'philosophies':

*We were having a discussion about children and how important children are to a marriage, when the question of 'how soon is too soon to have children in a marriage?'. Our teacher, very strongly, voiced what he thought on the matter. (My teacher has very strong opinions which he things are 100% correct, and he has told us many times, if we disagree with him, we're wrong, and he will no doubt find ways to 'prove wrong' what we have to say.)

He told us that couples should be having a baby within 9 months of their marriage...so right away! He said that newlyweds don't need time together to get to know each other or spend time with each other. We were all informed that if we don't have children right off the bat we were being selfish, and that having kids was one of the main reasons to get married in the first place.

*Today, he tried 'explaining' men. His way of explaining them was that all any man ever thinks about is sex, which we hear a lot. But that was followed by, all they think about is sex, that's all they ever want to do, a guy doesn't look at a girl and not have sexual thoughts, a guy doesn't have sex and have an emotion bond to his partner until months into the relationship, and that men were sent to this earth specifically to be sex machines . . . blah blah blah. The boys in my class should have been offended by what he was teaching us.

*We had a lesson some time ago about something our teacher calls 'mixed marriages' and how you should avoid them. An example is an atheist and a mormon getting married. He had a very good point in all of this. It would be hard to live with someone for the rest of your life who had different morals and values in life than you did, or believed in a different God or believed in a different way in worshiping God, etc. He was doing well... until he brought up that mixed race marriages would never work. He didn't make it about mixed cultures, but it was specifically about race. He said that asians and whites shouldn't marry, blacks and whites, any person of a dark origin and any person of a white origin shouldn't marry. He said it was because 'people didn't like it, and the pressure from society would destroy the marriage'. I don't know if this man has realized it or not, but we don't live in the same world that we use to. What really bothered me is I am the only interracial individual in that class, and clearly he could tell that I had a white parent and a dark parent, and he felt pretty okay about bashing on mixed race marriages. Although mixed race didn't work out for my mom, it didn't really have anything to do with the fact that my mom is white and my sperm donor was black... it had to do with him being a dirty rotten scoundrel.

You get the point? He's kind of a crotchety old bum, I love the class because it's so interesting, and he does give a lot of good information, but most of it... is just craziness.

Twit 2

2011-03-22T19:27:00.002-06:00

When I have to work(every other weekend) I stay with my parents and have to sleep in Peyton's bed. I thought it would be pretty fun, she's my little princess so I didn't see a downside to cuddling up with my baby sister at night.

She's a pain in the butt though.

She sprawls,

wakes up in the middle of the night to tell me she loves me...it's cute, but she will do everything she can to wake me up out of a dead sleep just to give me a kiss on the cheek and let me know she loves me. Super tender... not the right time,

grindes her teeth,

kind of smells funny,

and she usually wakes up earlier than me and expects me to just jump out of bed and play with her.

Last weekend I had work at 8 in the a.m. so I set my alarm for 7.

When my alarm went off on my phone, I turned it off and when I rolled over on my other side, Peyton was right up in my face saying "You going to work?"

It scared the poop out of me.

I tucked her back in and went into the bathroom to get dressed and ready for the morning.

I went back to Peyton's room to grab my jacket, and when I opened the door to my bedroom I was scared to death by a small Peyton curled up on the ground in the dark right by the door.

It's terrifying when she does this.

If I ever have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, she's right there by the door waiting for me to come out.

It's the last thing you expect to see...

a midget with bed head just standing there in the dark.

She's a doll, but a pain to sleep with.

Don't be scared

2011-03-21T15:00:00.002-06:00

Anne Parkes' friends stayed here for the weekend and spent last night at our apartment also.

They're just about as strange as she is.

I asked the boy, Garett, and the girl, Jenny, how they all met.

Apparently Garett and Jenny use to date...and then Garett dated Anne Parkes to make Jenny jealous, and then Garett 'turned' gay.

I usually don't believe a word that Anne Parkes says, so naturally I didn't believe anything Garett was telling me, but all three of them seemed pretty serious.

"It's true, I dated Jenny and she was great. Then she dumped me and I tried to make her jealous by dating Anne Parkes, but that back fired cause I turned gay because of Anne Parkes."

I tried to argue that you don't turn gay, you're born that way, but he was determined to convince me otherwise.

I decided to give up on it and just let him think that I believed him.

My roommates downstairs were a little uncomfortable with some random guy sleeping on our couch and tried to voice their concern to Anne Parkes. Garret overheard them and yelled out,

"Don't be scared! I'm gay! I'm not into your kind!"

Craziness must run in Nashville blood.

Small Town

2011-03-16T16:47:00.002-06:00

I went to Walmart today here in Ephraim.

I decided I had better get some food in the house cause I was tired of eating cereal for breakfast lunch and dinner.

I usually don't like to wear my glasses to Walmart because that way I can't see people very well, and if I can't see them, it gives me a good excuse not to have to talk to anyone.

Well, today I decided to wear my glasses to speed up my shopping process a little bit, and I was so unpleased to SEE and actually make eye contact with a boy that I had a bad run in with during first semester. As most of you know I have a zero tolerance rule about A hole boys and them thinking they can walk all over me. He was never a crush or anything, just a jerk that thought he could call me a nasty name and I definitely didn't let him get away with it.

Small town=uncomfortable run-ins.

But then I started thinking,

I'm from a much bigger town than Ephraim and I remember people always saying 'Oh PG is such a small town, everyone knows everyone'.

So what qualifies for small town?

People from Manti High are always complaining that 'Everyone knew everyone else's business in high school', Michael will even vouch for that 'small town' reputation of nothing being secret.

But I don't know what's worse . . . a class of 130 people knowing all your business, or a class of 650 knowing all your business.

Just an interesting thought.

Michael Taft Hatch

2011-03-16T01:24:00.006-06:00

I don't get to talk to anyone about my man but my mom...and I'm sure she's sick of hearing,

"Michael said the funniest thing," or "Oh yeah Michael did this the other day," so on and so forth.

So I'm going to chat about him with all of you.

Some of you may not know anything about Michael or who he even is...so here's a little bit about my new man.

His name is Michael Hatch, he'll be 20 years old on April 27. He graduated from Delta High and is now working in Fillmore at a soil bagging company...place. He is the fourth oldest of eight kids, seven boys and one girl!

I met him through a kid I use to be friends with here in Ephraim, and at first... I didn't like him at all.

On November 21, 2010 I went to a friends house in Delta with my roommate and other friends to spend the weekend. My friend that lives in Delta invited a bunch of people over the first night we were there and Michael was one of those 'bunch of people'. He caught my eye, mostly because he was just staring at me like I was a zoo animal. Usually I'm use to this. It's honestly like people have never seen a person of a darker skin tone, or when I wear my hair curly that for sure gets people to stare. But he was kind of freaking me out.

Besides the fact that he was a complete stranger, I wanted nothing to do with him due to the fact that I was crushing on one of the guys that drove from Ephraim to Delta with me.

Michael drove me crazy the whole night, following me around and insisting that I talk to him.

He seemed harmless, but I wanted to spend time with my crush...not some stranger.

I gave Michael my number seeing nothing wrong in a new friend, and to my disappointment he text me almost everyday clear into late December.

If you ask my mom, she very distinctly remembers this.

Michael text me a few days before New Years Eve and asked me if I wanted to go to a party with him. I told him no, like all the other times he asked me to go hang out and do something with him. I told him that I had plans already and that I'd have to pass on his offer. The next day he text me and told me that he had bought me a ticket to a dance that was up in Salt Lake for New Years Eve night, just incase I had changed my mind. I was pretty mad. I had already told him no, and there was no way I was going to a party with some kid I had only met once. I turned off my phone that night and decided not to answer any of his texts for the rest of my winter break.

When I returned back to school he began texting me again, and I finally gave in. I figured if I went and visited him in Delta he'd probably leave me alone and stop sending me messages day after day.

What was supposed to be a one time visit turned into something more.

I drove into Delta and the minute I saw him I regretted not visiting him sooner. He was not only much cuter than I remembered but he was sweet, funny, someone that could hold down an intelligent conversation, and he listened. He seemed like he was truly interested in what I was saying, and visa versa.

Ever since January 22, 2011 I've been crazy about Michael Hatch. He's my best friend. We talk about anything and everything and we have so much fun together. He treats me like a queen and is ALWAYS such a sweetheart to me, willing to do whatever I need him to do or want him to do ;) Being with him made me realize that I love cooking for people and I really don't mind cleaning up after a bunch of rowdy boys (he lives with his two brothers, his niece, his older brother's girlfriend, and the 'gang' thats always around). He also made me realize that most all my previous boyfriends were a huge waste of time and that I do deserve better than what I've dealt with. I use to think that I was just doing something wrong and thats why I kept getting stepped on, but Michael made me see that I just hadn't found a guy worth dating, until he came along of course. If I had known Michael was in my future I would have completely called off boys until I met him.

I love my half-mexican-fry boyfriend :)

Salvador

2011-03-15T21:57:00.003-06:00

Boyfriend Michael has a Red Panther Chameleon...

(This isn't really him...just what they look like)

his name is Salvador, he's our baby.

I hate when it comes feeding time. Michael feeds him crickets and so that they don't jump out of Sal's feeding bowl, Mike tears their 'hopper' legs off... it's gross!

I hate bugs, and I especially hate crickets. Every time he feeds them I have a freak out and yell at him to be careful and keep the door to their cage closed.

Well when we go north for any reason his little brother Chris usually steps in and feeds Sal for us. The last time we were up north we didn't get back to Delta till really late and luckily Chris's girlfriend Alexa fed him for us.

Alexa 'forgot' to put the cricket cage door on all the way though.

We didn't think it was too big of a deal, so we put the door back on and settled in on the bed to watch a movie and relax.

Not long after I got an itch on my leg, but no matter how many times I scratched at it, I kept getting a really annoying tickle. I pulled back the covers and found a disgusting, leg-less cricket crawling around on the bed!

EEK!

I hate bugs,

and Alexa is no longer allowed to feed Sal!

Early Morning Beat Down

2011-03-03T14:58:00.002-07:00

So y'all have heard about Anne Parkes, my roommate.

(If not, catch up and read about her below).

She's a riot, and sometimes I just want to beat her, and sometimes I do.

I was on the phone with my boyfriend Michael the other day and trying to walk up the stairs to get away from all of the noise downstairs.

She was standing about five steps from the bottom of the stairs and as I tried to pass she grabbed my leg. I kept trying to shake her off, but she just held on tighter...

so I turned around and judo kicked her right in the stomach sending her down the rest of the stairs.

So she got revenge.

My roommates got up really early this morning to go to the temple and do baptisms.

I slept.

When they all got back around 7:00, I was still mostly asleep. Ya know, in that state where your delirious and not sure if you're still dreaming or not.

I was asleep until "Eye of the Tiger" started blasting outside of my door.

Obviously it was Anne Parkes.

After a few failed attempts of yelling at her to turn it off, I got out of bed and stormed to the door.

There on the ground was MY Ipod and MY Ipod dock, blasting music at 7 in the morning.

She was hiding in my other roommates bedroom and when I found her, and then continued to beat on her.

I love starting my day off in such a fun filled fashion.

MMMM still lovin' it?

2011-03-03T14:44:00.003-07:00

I recently had to do a report for my English class on fast food and the dangers we subject ourselves to when we eat at places like Wendy's, or Jack in the Box, and the all famous McDonald's. It wasn't a difficult paper at all.

Let me share with you some of the disturbing facts I found.

In 2001 a Surgeon General announced that there were 300,000 Americans that were dying yearly from obesity alone.

Our tax money helps pay for weight loss surgeries, which average out to $24,000 a person.

Our tax money also pays over $100 billion dollars in medication for individuals who have obesity related illnesses.

And lastly,

Polydimethylsiloxane, commonly known as silicone, is found in sunscreen, silicone, caulk, and the all famous McNuggets. Polydimethylsiloxane is also known as the 'antifoaming agent' and is known to be used in Silly Putty.

So how many of you will still be eating at McDonald's?

MMM...are you still lovin' it?

Locked In

2011-02-17T15:44:00.004-07:00

The roommate situation in my apartment has been . . . out of control.

Within the first 2 months of school, two girls moved out and one moved in.

Then second semester one more girl moved out . . . and yep, you guessed it, one moved in.

Now we have 5 girl and 6 rooms, we don't mind though.

It's me, Sarah, AnnaShay, Anndi, and Anne Parkes, our new addition.

Sarah and AnnaShay are best friends from Tremonton, Utah,

Anndi and Anne Parkes are best friends,

Anndi is from Beaver, Utah

and Anne Parkes (ya, thats just her first name... not middle and first... just her first) is from Nashville, Tennessee.

She is... crazy, funny, keeps us all on our toes!

Anndi, Anne Parkes and I are the three biggest hoodlums in the house. We're all overly sarcastic so we fit well.

One night, the three of us decided we better chill out and head to bed.

Anne Parkes had something different in mind.

Anndi and I share a bathroom, but the three of us are all upstairs by ourselves.

Anndi was brushing her teeth and I was sitting on my bed when I heard Anndi yell that she was gonna beat on Anne Parkes, which isn't unusual. When I went to check what was going on though, Anndi was soaking wet. She ran to her room and I did the same, locking my door behind me.

We could both see Anne Parkes feet under the door, and then watched them as they disappeared. Anndi opened her door first, and was welcomed by another big cup of water in the face. Anne Parkes had climbed up on our bathroom counter and was waiting for one of us to come out.

I tried to get out of my room to see what was going on, but was a little surprised when my door wouldn't open.

Earlier that night we had been talking about serial killers ( I have a weird obsession with serial killers) so I was a little freaked out that one was hiding under my bed and my stuck door was going to be the death of me.

Anndi tried to open it, Anne Parkes tried to open it . . . ya, I locked myself in my own room. It was for a good . . . I dunno ten minutes.

I called my boyfriend and told him what I had done, and all he had to say was, "Did you twist the door knob?" Like I'm some sort of idiot.

I finally got out.

Note: Don't buy a cheap door handle, cause you'll get locked in your room!

Life Of A College Girl!

2010-10-02T21:05:00.008-06:00

Hello fellow bloggers.

It's been a while!

College is going... not as planned, but its getting better everyday.

I finally made pretty good friends with one of my roommates.

I'm meeting hot boys(the whole point of college, right?) Two of which I call Scooter Boys.

I'm infamously known as the girl that got kicked off cheer (If you don't already know the story, you and I need to have a little chat). But hey, at least people know me right? ;)

I've already been physically attacked by a ravenous clown that lurks in the dark around my apartment complex...

yes this is a good story!

Here is my clown story . . .

The power in Ephraim completely gave out one night last week. The whole town was pitch black. So my roomie and I decided to go have a look around, ya know, just adventuring out! We were strolling down the sidewalk at our complexes when she decided to whip her flashlight out, and as she does, this nutty person in a clown mask came into view about 2 feet away from my face. We started screaming, obviously, and began to run away. Before we got to far though, he grabbed the back of both of our jackets and started literally slamming us together. I wasn't quite sure if I should have been laughing or crying at this point? When he was done hitting us together like rag dolls he threw us both to the ground. This kid was huge! Im sure some psychotic meat-head football player that thought it was funny to physically attack two girls just taking a nice evening stroll.

There are crazy people in Ephraim.

And might I say, the . . . uhm . . . male African American race down at good ol' snow college is not impressing me. I can't walk to class without a, 'hey gurl, was ya numba? gurl dont be playin me like that, was ya numba? i needa get ta know ya... blah blah, baby mamma...' stuff like that.

I don't mean to be disrespectful or racist in anyway.. how could I? I've got a little flava myself. But I do not appreciate being stared down like a piece of meat. And I quite frequently get the whole, "You into black boys? Gurl, once you go black you don't go back. You don't know what you missing." Most of them ( I won't use the word 'they', because I have met a few decent dark boys that I get along with fairly well) are cocky, think that they own girls like property, and get greatly offended when I say I'm not into dark guys, as if ALL girls should be into dark guys, especially "girls like me". I DONT LIKE MY MEN BLACK! They just don't get that. Its not cause I've got anything against the dark brothas, there is just something about a blonde, WHITE boy that makes my skin crawl! Or I take my men with brown hair . . . either way I like them light skinned! There are exceptions though... Reggie Bush... ya I'd take that.

And ya know I'd have no objections to the hunk from Criminal Minds, Sheemar Moore... ah yummy!

Point is, I'm not racist, obviously, I'm not hatin on the dark skinned brothas, I just wish they'd leave me alone. Ya'll are creepin me out!

Any how... College is going fairly well. I'll be sure to keep you all updated!

ooo so long

2010-05-08T11:14:00.003-06:00

Hello All.

News=

I am an official college cheer leader!!(:

I never thought I'd ever be in the athletic division of college let alone be good enough to become a college level cheer leader!

This is how try outs went...

I showed up with my stunting partner and my roommate(her name is Keeshia..no she's not black she's a cute little blonde and she's from Riverton) and so did thirty other girls wanting to try out. The coach informed us that she'd only be taking five new girls... FIVE! that meant that the friendliness that we were all trying to portray quickly disappeared and we all became serious competition to one another. In the end, I made it, my roommate made it, my stunting partner made it(his name is Matt) and three other girls.

With all of the returning girls there are ten of us total,

and six boys.

I'm sooo excited for this up coming year as a Snow cheerleader!

Go Badgers(:

Doppelganger

2010-04-03T23:05:00.003-06:00

For all of you that have facebook, I don't know if you missed Doppelganger week like I did, but it's a pretty interesting thing. It's a face recognition test that matches you with you look-alike celebrities. Apparently Rachel McAdams and I share 80% of the same facial features.

If you haven't done this, do it!! It's fun and very interesting who the internet matches you up with!

http://www.myheritage.com/collage

Missionary Work

2010-03-31T09:45:00.004-06:00

One of my best friends Bryan . . . obviously the one in the tux right?

is on his mission in Chicago, Illinois. I want to share a section of his letter with all of you, first of all because it's an awesome missionary story that I'm sure he will tell over and over again, and second of all because something crazy, funny, and traumatic like this would happen to him!

Something you have to understand about my dear friend Bryan is that he is the funniest person I know. Not one of the funniest, the funniest!

The first letter he sent me, my mom and I laughed non stop.

In this letter, he is explaining to me the experience he had when Elder Perry visited all the missionaries in Chicago.

-Elder Perry was awesome, he's a lot taller in real life, probably about 6'2''! Except I never want to meet an Apostle again because they can see through your soul! Here's the story . . . so my companion is a lazy piece of crap and doesn't even get up until about 10:30 so we usually skip part of the missionary daily routine called companionship study, because I'm so tired of waiting for him and I just want to get out and work. So the morning of meeting Elder Perry we drove down there and he wanted to shake hands with all the missionaries. So I'm standing in line excited to shake his hand! I finally get to the front and as I'm shaking his hand he looks me right in the eye and says "Elder, did you do companionship study this morning?" (How the fetch did he know?) I didn't want him to think I'm a bad missionary so instantly without thinking i said "Yes!" Then I thought in my head 'did I just lie to an Apostle of the Lord?' So then I blurted out, "No! No I'm sorry!" He just looked at me weird and then just walked away. It was the worst experience ever!

HAHA isn't that great!? That is him word for word. His first meeting with Elder Perry and he lies to the man.

It's Snowing

2010-03-24T18:16:00.004-06:00

I am an official student of Snow College, with a two year full tuition scholarship for academics. My new house will be at the Park Place apartments located a few blocks away from the school. I will be majoring in Pre-Med.

I'm very excited (:

My mom and I took the hour and fifteen minute trip down to Ephraim a few weeks ago to take a tour of my new school. The town is small to the extreme, the science building smells like dead people/animals and is dark and scary looking, the school is quite small, and it looks like I'll be an employee of Walmart while I attend school . . . I love it! I love everything about it down to the smelly science building. Its a perfect way for me to start over. To get rid of all my high school 'friends' and start completely fresh. No one will know me, no one can say 'oh your that girl that dated that guy once' or 'oh Mady Welcker, ya I know you.' None of that.

I'm pumped to be a nobody.

My apartment is a private room yet I'll share my building with five other girls. There's a bathroom for every two girls in the apartment, so that'll be nice not all of us fighting for one bathroom. My laundry will be done in the club house(the main building) where they also have a tanning bed, an indoor gym and a gaming room. They also host movie nights on their big screen every now and then for residents. There is an outdoor hot tub and a waterfall in the park by the buildings. My deposit will be sent in this friday to ensure my spot:)

I couldn't be more grateful for the awful chain of events that occurred that lead me to this decision.

I will be trying out for their cheerleading team on the 17th of April. It's an all day try out... so I'm a bit nervous, but very excited to hopefully be a Snow College cheerleader!

Go Badgers! (:

It's a love hate relationship

2010-03-13T14:45:00.003-07:00

Lately I've been going to Walmart to do my banking. They have a bank in there, and a very cute banker that works there too!

He's really nice and every time I in there, I'll admit, I'm a bit flirty with him.

Every Wednesday and Thursday at stunting for cheer, there's this really obnoxious college kid thats there. He thinks he's the greatest base in the world(Base=the guy that lifts us girls up in the air), which I will admit he's dang strong and very good, but the cockiness drives me insane. He's always telling me I'm doing things wrong and acts as if he walks on water.

Well today I took at trip to Walmart to cash my check, and there was cute banker boy... and also crazy obnoxious college kid was there...

and thats when I realized... college kid and cute banker boy are the SAME PERSON!!

He says to me, "Oh where were you Thursday at stunting! We missed you."

I've got that stupid 'duh' look on my face. I'm speechless. Simply because this boy I've been trying to flirt with is also the same boy that makes me want to pull my hair out.

"You better be there Wednesday and Thursday!" he says. Ah! How did this happen...

Blondest Brunette

2010-03-11T19:06:00.002-07:00

I go to a place called Flyerz Cheerleading Gym every week for a stunting class. There's kids from American Fork High that attend and BYU students.

It great fun. The boys we work with are super strong and very good... cheerleader men... people.

But... they like to make fun of anyone and everyone possible.

You've really gotta watch what you say around these guys, cause one stupid comment could make you the target of their awful teasing.

I'm not so smart... and didn't really think before I spoke.

Which has earned me the name 1/3.

Here, I'll tell you the story.

So when it comes to my ethnicity, I have no idea what's going on!! I usually just tell people I'm a bit white, a bit black, and a bit Indian.

Well, one of my friends Matt at stunting asked me exactly how much of each I was.

Me: I'm 1/3 of each.

Matt: Uh, really? Are you sure?

Me: Yeah, I think I would know.

Matt: Okay, whatever you say.

Me: Why don't you think I know?

Matt: You have three parents?

Me: No, what are you talking about?

Matt: Well, if your trying to tell me you're 1/3 black, 1/3 white, and 1/3 indian, it must mean you had one indian parent, one black parent and one white parent... that doesn't work.

Me: Oh...

From now on, whenever I get mad, all the guys at the gym say, "Oh don't worry, she's only 1/3 mad."

Or.. When I told Matt I was attending Snow College, he said "Snow is white. Kinda like how you're 1/3 white."

The jokes never end...

Just be warned, think before you speak, or you might end up looking like the biggest blondest brunette.

The Whole Fam Damily

2010-02-06T22:33:00.008-07:00

I love my Family. Number one because they're all nuts, in a fun corky little way. . . for the most part.

But my family is much bigger than most. I have several mothers, many sisters and brothers, and even a few dads. My cousin's are an endless number, and aunts and uncles are too many to count. I'm not talking about my directly related family. No, I'm talking about my WHOLE family. Take a look at A, B, and C. This is only a very small portion of my oversized family.

Exhibit A.

This is Mindy Smith. For all of you who have

never met her, don't know of her, or have never seen her work,

shame on you.

I like to refer to her as my second mother.

I love listening/reading the advice she has to give me when

I'm feeling like a worthless

piece of you-know-what,

I get just as excited as my mom does when

I hear she's coming to visit,

and I think she's one hell of a woman.

She's definitely my family.

Exhibit B.

This here is Tanya Wilkinson .

She's been friends with my mother since their junior

high days.

When Tanya moved in down the street I

realized that not only did my mom gain a friend on the block,

but I gained something too.

I've always found that I've been

a lot more comfortable around people older than me,

than people my age, and Tanya

has been someone I feel very comfortable around.

She's sweet, and an amazing mother with boys

who are gonna make it into the

NFL someday:)I'll be waiting!

She's someone I look up to greatly, and one

of the people who has set a good example of

who I want to be as a mother.

Thank you Tanya!

She's definitely my family.

Exhibit C.

This is the best friend a girl could ask for,

Brandie Frampton.

When everyone else has left me in the dust,

Brandie has stuck by me.

I can think of very few times we've ever argued,

and each time, it's resolved right then and there.

She and I decided a long time ago that

we were more like sisters,

and God just forgot to put us together in the beginning.

We tell each other anything and everything,

she's been there for me in times

when I just needed a shoulder to cry on, and I for her.

She knows what to say and when exactly to say it.

I love her,

and I am very privileged to have her as a friend. . .

and a sister.

She is most definitely family.

**I want to say a special THANK YOU to my mom,

cause no matter how

many times I tell her I just want to transfer schools, or give up

on school all together, she's always there to

tell me I can do it!

And no matter how many jerks I pick up as 'friends',

she's always there to tell me that I don't need them.

And no matter how many times

I get hurt by some boy with too big of an ego,

she's always there to tell me I deserve so much more, and

that he's just a loser anyway.:)

Thanks mom!

Cravings

2010-02-06T17:12:00.005-07:00

I'm desperately craving the warm weather. Or at least

for the sun to shine without the cold

wind viciously nipping at my bare

skin.

I really want things to be pretty again.

I'm tired of the brown grass,

and the shriveled up trees,

and the non existent flowers.

I want this. . .

And these. . .

More activities like this. . .

And definitely no more of this. . .

Where are you summer? Why can't I find you?

My Ogie

2010-02-05T13:50:00.006-07:00

If you've ever seen the Waitress you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you haven't, try to understand.

In this particular movie there's Dawn,

And she's a waitress at Joe's Pie Diner. Now, she is a little geeky. . . poor Dawn, and she attracts one of the most annoying people on earth. . . she calls him Ogie. Not even geeky Dawn deserves this parasitic guy.

He's just a super weirdo. She actually tells him "Listen to me, you make me sick. You're nothing but a crazy little freak, and I wish you'd go away and die!" A little harsh you may think, but this guy is a trip...

I actually have an 'Ogie' of my own.

This kid is pushing me to the edge of my patience. I'm highly considering a restraining order.

He'll send me like ten texts within one minute of each other. Its people like him that make me hate modern day technology, referring to phones and texting. And if I don't answer him, he'll ask "Are you there?"

I hate him, I think he's nothing but a crazy little freak, and I wish he would just go away.

Way Back When

2010-02-04T10:48:00.006-07:00

Mom and I were skimming through pictures yesterday that we had just found. I thought I'd share some. (It was when twit #1 was real little... and cute and mostly quiet!)

This is mom's favorite. . .

This one is mine. . .

Its a real good example of how she HASN'T changed..:)

I have to admit though, she was a dang cute baby!

Wally World

2010-01-10T21:01:00.008-07:00

I spent my Saturday night watching video's and looking at pictures online with my uncle's, aunts, dad, and mom. Not just any videos though, people of Walmart videos. It's this website full of crazy people that enter into Walmart in a fashion that no one ever should. Check it out . . .

Think those are short enough?

Clearly there is no 'no shirt no service' rule.

We all feel like she looks at one point or another.

This is definitely not okay!

How is he not embarrassed by this shirt?

And finally. . .

There's nothing manlier than yellow go-go boots!

Go look at this website, you'll laugh till you cry, I promise!

Dear Cousin Mel . . .

2010-01-04T19:48:00.003-07:00

Very rarely do I like to brag about my intellectual smarts, or brag at all. When my mom informed me though, that she had told my cousin Mel I had gotten a 19 on my ACT test, something stirred inside of me. I was appalled that my genius cousin thought I received a 19 the first time I took the ACT, especially since I was super proud of the score I did get.

So . . .

Dear Cousin Mel,

I definitely did NOT get a 19 on my test. In fact I got a 21, which I will have you know is one of the highest scores in my school right now!

-love Mady.

P.S.

I heard you got a 29 . . . and then a 31 on your test . . . I can only dream about being that smart!

The big 18 tomorrow :)

2009-12-24T15:02:00.002-07:00

I don't feel any older . . .

or wiser for that matter.

I don't feel like I can now accomplish more.

I don't feel like I can do anything special,

that I couldn't do before.

I don't look any more mature,

and I don't think I act more mature.

I still live at home,

and I'm still a Senior in High School.

I still don't have a car,

and I still don't have that gorgeous return missionary that is just dying to marry me, (he just hasn't found me yet!)

I don't feel like I could get away with anything I couldn't before,

I don't feel like I've gained more respect from those younger than I,

and I don't feel any cooler.

But, I am sure glad I finally made it!

My Creation

2009-12-03T17:59:00.006-07:00

Recently I decided to teach myself how to crochet. It was a little difficult, and it actually takes a huge toll on the muscles in your hands that you NEVER use, but my results have been fairly good!

I made myself one + a very cute flower for it, and I just barely got done with one for Maya. Took me about 3-4 hours, but it is definitely well worth it and very cute!

She insisted on a pink flower, and I'm use to making the flowers out of just a different color of yarn. The only colors of yarn I have so far are the dark brown you see and a tan color. So, being the daughter of a crafty genius(and a fabric pack-rat) I found some simple scraps of pink, flowery fabric and set off to work, trying to make a flower acceptable to my six year old sisters standards.

Not to blow my own horn, but I did a fairly good job:)

Maya loves it, and thats all that really matters to me!

Boys Night

2009-11-28T21:56:00.003-07:00

So tonight, I crashed boys night. My dad and all his brothers, his dad, and his uncle decided to have a boys night and go see the new movie Ninja Assassin.

First Off,

I've decided that Asians, and members of the Swat team must have much more blood flow than the average American.

. . . there was lots of blood. Not just any blood though, gushing, squirting blood.

Second,

I discovered that it is very simple to completely cut someone in half. There is no bone resistance, anywhere in the human body. Cutting a limb, or the upper half of someone's body clean off is as easy as crumpling a piece of straw in your hands.

Third,

I have found my new favorite action hero hottie!

Now, I know he's all nasty and bloody(the whole point of the movie!) in this picture, but he's dangerously cute and scary wicked with his little ninja tricks!

Okay, okay, I will not tell a lie, it twas his body that caught my eye first! haha.

And I did feel very awkward drooling over Mr. Ninja while sitting with my father and all my uncles, and my grandpa.

So here I am, telling what was going through my head:)

My girls

2009-11-27T21:48:00.008-07:00

I thought I'd just share a little bit of what I LOVE to do ... take pictures of my little sisters.

They're just so cute(when they're not busy being twits), and honest in everything they do and say.

I'm actually hoping I get a new camera for Christmas (hint hint Big Man) so that I can continue capturing my sisters as they discover life

Sunday night with the Welckers. . .

2009-11-15T18:41:00.006-07:00

I've never before had a Sunday night like the one I experienced tonight.

Mom and dad were SUPER excited about dinner. They made ribs, and wings, and 'Cracker Barrel Potatoes'.

It was a very long process.

Maya caught the Green Bay Packers vs Dallas Cowboys game on TV . . .

(Packers won 17-7!)

And Peyton guarded the table

It looked good,

and tasted even better!

We had the most wonderful after-dinner-conversation.

Mom&dad told me their 'back in the day' stories, and I think for the first time in my life, I actually appreciated the 'when I was younger'.

Thanks mom and dad:) it was amazing!

Creeper

2009-11-09T15:59:00.003-07:00

Me and my friend decided not too long ago that we were going to go for Sophomores now because boys our own age are ridiculously retarded and boys older than us are too hard to get. But if we went for Sophomores, they'd just love us because we were older than them . . . it was supposed to be a fool proof plan!

Here's how it's working out so far.

My friend asked her Sophomore to a dance that is coming up. Three weeks later, after she kept bothering him about answering her back, he said no. Not only did he say no, he told her she bothered him and he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

Ouch!

Denied by a Sophie!

I like to take the creeper approach.

There is a Sophomore boy who is one of the best looking boys in the school, but I'm a giant wimp and don't dare talk to him.

Last week I was walking down the hall with a friend, and here comes hot-Sophomore-boy out of a class room, and not thinking(sometimes I do that) I yell, "Oh my gosh its Trey!" And hot-Sophomore-boy turns around, gives me a nasty dirty look (cause he has NO idea who I am) and walks away.

Now, every time I see hot-Sophomore-boy he gives me a strange look, like 'ah man there's that weird creeper that knows my name, but I have not a clue who she is'.

This situation should definitely be switched around . . .

Never

2009-11-09T15:53:00.002-07:00

Once again, my mom went out of town and it was a huge slap in the face about how much she does.

It made me never want to be a mom & never have kids.

I decided long ago that if I did have kids, I'd just sent them off to a special child camp until they were to a bearable age . . . maybe like eight, and then I'd take it from there.

There is no such thing as just the terrible twos,

it's the terrible ones

twos

threes

fours

fives

sixes . . .

you get the point.

kudos mom!

I don't know how or why you do it!

Love you!

2009-10-16T12:06:00.007-06:00

I Love My Baby . . .

She's Cute . . .

She's A Princess . . .

(Or At Least Thinks She Is)

She's Spunky . . .

And A Little Strange . . .

And one thing my family will agree on, is that she drives us nuts when she plays with the feminine hygiene products that are in the garbage can.

Ah we love you peyton!

JPG

2009-10-16T11:52:00.003-06:00

I go to this Chiropractic office in American Fork as of late.

The place itself is . . . quaint.

The linoleum looks like it came from the 1960's, the main colors of the rooms are brown and gold, and the doctor himself is wonderfully old fashioned. He's a funny older man who actually has worked wonders with my back so far. Thanks JPG.

Anyhow, the point.

So I was in the office today, and while I'm waiting for the cashier to ring me up, I look over, and there is a girl about seven years old, completely spread eagle in a skirt, sitting on a chair, gawking at the television, picking her nose. Not just picking her nose, but I think she might have reached the outskirts of her brain.

It completed the atmosphere of the room:)

Don't get me wrong, I love Mr. JPG. He's a great guy . . . set in a strange little place.

For the love

2009-10-02T14:21:00.008-06:00

I LOVE cheerleading.

If you ask me during practice, I'll tell you I hate it and I want to quit.

If you ask me while I'm cheering on my football team, or basketball team, I'll tell you I love it.

It depends on my day.

The biggest thrill I get out of cheer is when I'm flying.

Most girls will tell you they don't have the nerve to be up in the air, but I absolutely love it. I love my little stunt group. My two bases are a year younger than me, and stronger than any boy I know. They could hold me up there no matter what, for probably a good 5 minutes! I love them!

Some days I don't mind tumbling, as long as I've got the energy ;)

(Thats me in the front!)

Pretty much I'm just having a good time when I'm cheer for my friends, with my friends.

I can tell you a time when I'm not having fun . . .

When we're doing a half time, and I'm in a pyramid, staring across at the flyer opposite me, and a look of terror strikes her face as she crumbles to the ground.

Or, when I come off the field to greet my traditional asthma attacks, dislocate a rib because I'm coughing so hard, and have to have EMS come escort me to the ambulance truck while 500 curious fans are staring at me saying 'what's the matter with her?'

And then I have to face those 500 fans at school the next day, 'oh, that's the cheerleader that got hurt last night.'

Thats not an example of why I like cheer.

In fact, it's one of the MANY reasons I hate it.

Dislocated ribs,

fractured backs,

sprained ankles,

fractured ankles,

black eyes,

chipped teeth,

bruised tail bones from being dropped on your butt too many times,

sprained fingers,

knee problems,

concussions,

. . . they're all part of my cheer portfolio. :) Sounds fun huh?

P.S. Thanks to Mindy for all my amazing cheer pictures! I love them, and you!:)

ARG!

2009-09-24T13:57:00.004-06:00

There is nothing more annoying,

than staying up till 3 AM reading a book you have to report on the next day in class,

when your teacher failed to tell you about the book until the week it was due( she "forgot" to tell me when she gave me my absent work)

and then going to school, feeling fairly prepared,

and getting a lower grade than the two idiots that sit next to me.

After grades are in, they lean over to me and say 'we didn't even read to book, we just looked up the summary online'.

I hate boys . . .

Old Friend

2009-09-21T16:03:00.009-06:00

My old friend, I apologize,

For the years that have passed

since the last time you and I

dusted off, our old memories,

but the running and the races,

the people and the places,

there's always somewhere else I had to be,

time gets thin, my old friend

My old friend, this song's for you,

cause a few simple verses was the least that I could do

to tell the world, that you were here,

cause the love and the laughter will live on long after,

all of this sadness and the tears,

we'll meet again, my old friend.

Homecoming Date

2009-09-19T10:23:00.003-06:00

I got asked to Homecoming a while ago, and it's today!!:)

Last night we had our Homecoming game against West Jordan and won 43-14. If you're a big football fan, here's some pictures of the game, there's some really cool ones! Anyway, so I saw my date just yesterday (his name is Donny) at Smiths, and he runs up to me and says

D:Oh here! I was just going to drop this off at your house.

M:Uh, what is it.

D:It's a release form for what we're doing tomorrow.

AH! guys... at this point I'm stressin. I don't want to do something that is going to kill me!

So when I got home I started reading it, here's a part of it . . .

"The Activity is physically and mentally intense and may aggravate, complicate, or cause adverse medical and/or mental conditions."

and another. . .

"Collision Hazards: barbed wire, low branches, etc. which can cause serious physical injury."

does this sound fun? No, it sounds dangerous!

So after the game last night I was hanging out with a bunch of friends that are in my group, and I brought up the release form.

No one had any idea what I was talking about, and our conclusion is that it must be a huge joke on me!

Well Donny, it worked!

You scared me Sh**less!

&I'm still scared!

Amazed..

2009-09-12T10:50:00.005-06:00

It truly amazes me that I can sit down with six boys,

have a conversation,

that is not only political,

but intelligent,

and not once does someone laugh,

because we're discussing an important topic in the world.

We're not talking about football,

we're not talking about that hot girl they all want,

we're not making fun of each other,

we're completely comfortable with everyone,

piled up on one couch,

it's just me and my buddies having a good chat.

I couldn't ask for better guy friends.

Straight up EWWW!

2009-09-12T10:16:00.004-06:00

I have an internship at the hospital on the first floor.

It's hard cause when I tell stories, I'm not allowed to use names, for the patients sake. After all, we live in a small world, and following around nurses, you see a LOT.

It was my third day as an intern and the Charge Nurse had me follow some one different around than I usually follow. Different is good, I thought . . .

The first thing she says to me is, "Oh good, I was just about to do a bed bath. You can help me."

So we go in, get all of the soaps and towels and a change of linens and gowns. I don't know what I was thinking this was going to be like, but it was nothing like I thought.

We walk into this room with this very frail looking old man. The PCT I'm following around informs him what we're doing, and says to me, "Come put some gloves on."

She walks me through the steps of preparing the water, and tells me to go on the other side of the bed.

What I wasn't ready for came next. The old man whips his blanket back to expose him in his nothingness but a thin, white top.

"Oh sir, we're going to have to take that off so we can wash you up."

AH! Luckily the old man fell asleep...(sigh.. of definite relief) so it wasn't too awkward . . . until she showed me how to clean off the catheter.

Oh, but we didn't stop at that man. She bathed an old lady, we had to help someone use a bed pan, and there was this nutty old man that kept taking his clothes off and trying to get out of bed. He kept trying to grab one of the nurses butt's, he said to another one, "Are you gonna help me, or just stand there and bitch at me", he told us he was going to call 'state farm' on us because we were 'throwing him to the ground', and if we didn't let him leave in exactly fifteen minutes he was going to call someone on us.

This continued on until some smart nurse gave him a nice needle to the arm to calm him down.

I'm definitely not going to be a PCT. As much as I now appreciate those lovely ladies and men that do that, there is no way!

&it also made me realize, there is no way in heck I wanna get old. I'm gonna vacation to Never Land, and I'm not returning!

oh heaven help

2009-09-05T19:10:00.003-06:00

Can I just say, OH MY GOSH!

I spent a week with my little sisters playing mommy, it was hell!

Not like pretend hell, like . . . literal hell!

They yelled at me, screamed at me, kicked at me, wined at me, all the above!

When I'd put them to bed, they'd sneak out of bed, turn on their light and play for another hour.

When I'd ask them what they wanted to eat, they'd tell me, I'd make it, and they'd change their minds after it was already done.

I'd tell them no, and you'd a thunk that I popped one of them right in the forehead(don't get me wrong I wanted to do this a countless number of times!).

All in all, I have one word . . . awful!

The only time they were good is when they were sleeping, or not with me!

I have never appreciated my mom more than I do now after caring for those little twits.

She does so dang much and I've never realized it.

yum yum yummy

2009-08-31T22:51:00.008-06:00

I had a dream the other night,

far cry from Maya peeing all over the bathroom(see here for more detail!!)

This was a rather.. yummy dream, with a yummy boy in it.

Can you imagine dreaming about this!?!

(Matt Dallas... I've had a celeb crush on this guy forever!)

I saw him on a commercial and he must have stuck! isn't that a good dream?:)

Mmm let me see . . . some other good dream boys . . .

(This is who was supposed to play Jasper Cullen)

(Chase Crawford, also seen on Gossip Girl)

(Cam Gigandet, he plays James on Twilight, and is in Never Back Down)

(Sean Faris, In Never Back Down, and Forever Strong)

ah man I must stop . . .

why don't men like this exist in good old Utah...

soon enough

2009-08-30T10:28:00.002-06:00

I'm watching a beautiful young girl and a handsome young boy simply just glow every time they look at each other. She's outrageously stunning, and I can just tell he knows he's very lucky. As he's singing to her, I can't help but think, this could be me soon enough.

My ridiculously gorgeous cousin just got married, and let me tell you, she was the most beautiful bride ever, no one can beat her. It was so strange though, at only two years older than me, her life was taking a drastic change for the better. She'll never have to worry about being alone, about someone not loving her cause he'll always be there for her to lean on. I'm very jealous. Every young girl plans their wedding when their young, and that was never really me. But growing up, becoming a senior, watching all my friends become adults, move away, go to college, go on missions, becoming engaged has really hit me that that part of my life has come. It wouldn't be unusual for me to date a returned missionary in a years time, I will eventually meet an amazing man and get married to him.

Growing up feels strange

going nuts

2009-08-27T09:08:00.002-06:00

I had a wild dream last night, and the weirdest part is I dreamed I was a mom to my sisters, and they were driving me CRAZY!! ... Imagine that ...

Maya is in on the toilet, and she calls me in to help her.

I open the door and get blasted right in the face with a solid stream of ... PEE! Of course she thinks it's ridiculously hilarious and continues to pee on everything in the bathroom. I'm trying to control her(unsuccessfully) while Peyton is tugging on me saying 'What's for dinner!!'

I peek my head out the bathroom door to my 'husband'(who for some reason's name is Earl . . . I don't even know an Earl) and say, "Earl! Get in here and help me! Maya is peeing on everything!" He just laughs. Great husband.

So when I look back at Maya, she's now got her head in the toiled, where only some of her pee made it into.

"Earl!! Come in here and help me! This child is a nut, she stuck her head in the toilet!"

And.. Earl Laughs.

Dang that Earl.

I tell you right now, if I ever meet a man named Earl, I'll run the other way, and that smallish nightmare just made me that much more not excited for motherhood!

Cravings

2009-08-23T12:35:00.004-06:00

I'm the kind of person who doesn't like winter. I hate the cold, I hate the feeling of my toes going numb along with my nose, I don't like having to warm my car up just so I won't freeze in it . . . I just don't like the cold weather. I always joke that anything less than 90 degrees is cold.

This year though, for some reason, I'm craving fall and winter. I can't wait to wear warm layers,

I'm excited for snow to start falling,

and I definitely can't wait for Christmas!

It's the thought that counts...right?

2009-08-23T12:30:00.002-06:00

So mom says, "Hey, get dressed. We're going to sacrament."

We all get dressed, mom takes a shower, we put our makeup on, little girls are all dressed . . .

then mom says, "Hey call Kenzie and ask her what time church starts."

Kenzie doesn't answer. . . and neither does Tom . . . and neither does Julie . . .

Just our luck, we missed it. We're all ready, we were ready to go, and we missed it!

Come on, we tried, it's the thought that counts . . . right??

like OMG!

2009-08-14T09:29:00.002-06:00

I don't know how many times my doctor has said 'Cheerleading is the most dangerous sport out there'. Let me just prove that to you once more.

This year, I became a main flyer, which in the world of cheer is a big deal. Your the girl in the air that everyone is watching, and for some reason we get a good rush out of being thrown through the air and trusting the girls underneath us to catch us.

This morning we were trying a new pyramid that is ridiculously hard beyond reasoning, and lucky me I was main flying it. You pretty much launch yourself from one stunt group to the next and land in the splits. Scary stuff.

So we tried it two times and it wasn't good at all, and Coach Cami wanted us to do it one more time. Famous last words, "Lets just do it one more time".

Here I am, flying through the air, trying to do good, and bam!

I smash a girl in the face with my elbow and pop goes her teeth, right out of her face and onto the ground!!

"My teeth are out!" she screamed!

Can you believe it?! I knocked her two front teeth clean out of her face, so pretty much I ruined her!

School starts next week, and I'm praying they can do something for her!

Cheer . . . why do we do it??

ah kids..

2009-08-12T22:43:00.002-06:00

Real quick story,

So once again . . . yup I was at work..

and this really cute little boy was swimming in the baby pool and he was just lingering by my feet, until finally he asked me 'hey lady, are you a lifetard?'

I was trying so hard not to laugh at him!

gotta love those kids!

Is that really necessary?

2009-08-06T18:42:00.003-06:00

Code Brown happened 3 times within in 2 day at work this week..

Case 1: The pool hadn't even opened yet and there it was, a tiny little present at the bottom of the baby pool.

Case 2: A nice little boy left a treat for us on the steps of the baby pool

and Case 3: Some little girl apparently couldn't find the bathroom and decided to use the grass as a substitute.

You know that phrase "Were you raised in a barn!"

. . . sometimes I wonder . . .

Twits 1&2 have company . . .

2009-08-02T12:48:00.002-06:00

Thursday to Friday I played mommy while my mom, dad, aunt and uncle enjoyed a night away in Bear Lake.

I took Twit 1 and 2 and my two little cousins to the pool. Ya know, I thought I could handle it all on my own. 4 kids, no biggy. I babysit about 200 in a day at work not including adults that should know how to 'babysit' themselves.

4 twits at a pool, tiny bit of a mistake.

It's not that they were being bad, or not listening, it's just hard to keep track of 4 kids, especially in that lazy river!

We'd be going around, and I'd look up to talk to one of the lifeguards and when I'd look back down, one twit would be gone and one of my cousins. Lucky for me I had a nine year old helper, so she could look for one twit and I could look for the other.

We got there at about 1 o'clock and started to pack up around 5 o'clock, but the youngest twit, my precious-but-drives-you-absolutely-nuts little sister didn't want to go, at all, and she sat next to the pool and threw a gianormous tantrum. Me, being the anti-child fan that I am just left her there while I went with the other girls and started packing up our stuff. She wasn't far, about 20 feet away, so it wasn't like I was abandoning her or anything.

But, some nosy bystander thought I was abandoning her. She walks over to twit #2 and I hear her say "Come here hunny, I'll take you to the front office." and she shoots me a nasty dirty look.

Me:"Excuse me, she's mine, and she's fine right there. We're just getting ready to leave." This is my nice voice.

Nosy lady: "Well, can I help, she doesn't look very happy." and now she give me that 'your incapable of handling her' look.

Me: Now I have my serious face on, cause she just questioned my 'parenting' abilities. "No, I'm fine."

And this is where I yank twit #2 off the ground and carry her away.

1st of all: Nosy lady has no idea what I'm dealing with! Twit #2 is insane, and she may be only 3 years old, but moms out there, how big of a fit can a three year old throw? Exactly . . .

2nd of all: I'm not a parent, I don't want to be a parent anytime soon, and I don't care if twit #2 likes me after the fact. I just cared about getting her out of there before any of my work peeps could see that she was with me!

and last: 4 ... 4 kids to deal with! I was already in a stressed mood, trying to keep leashes on all of them, making sure their not drowning, where did they go?, 'don't run!', 'stay by me please', 'be nice to each other', blah blah blah . . .

I solute you moms out there . . . how the heck do you do it?

Code Brown

2009-08-02T12:37:00.003-06:00

Just yesterday I worked the morning shift at work. It's 11:30-4:30, and everything went really smoothly. No one had to blow their whistle, I think I told only one kid to walk . . . overall it was a good morning.

I left when my shift was over, went home, showered, got dressed and realized I had to run back over to the pool to talk to one of my bosses. So my mom drove me over there, and as I walk into the pool, the Lazy River and the Baby Pool are completely empty. Everyone is crammed into the Competition Pool and every lifeguard (about 17-20 guards) is standing around the pool when usually there are only 2.

I'm walking over to my Head Guard to ask him where the manager is, and I hear a lady say

"Well the lifeguard said it was an intense code brown."

Yup, I know what that is, but 'code brown' has never evacuated every pool except for the Competition Pool.

Head Guard: "Oh, it wasn't just a code brown, it was like five code brown's from one kid, and it just kept spreading!"

I've come to realize that those swim diapers do not serve any purpose. They don't hold the pee in, and they definitely do not hold code brown in!

Bored on the Clock

2009-07-28T20:59:00.002-06:00

Since the summer has started, all I have to talk about is work ... so just hang in there! It's almost over!

When the day is starting to slow down, and there are a total of 3 people in the entire pool, we have nothing better to do but chat to the people stationed next/around us.

Just last week I was talking to some kids about how different elementary schools are, and how much we got away with in our prime days.

Let me just say, I won overall worst elementary school, and I went to two of them.

My first one was in AF, and I only went there till the very beginning of first grade, and then I was one of those losers that transfered. But in AF, I honestly distinctly remember what we did during recess. We played Kissing Tag. This was no girls chase the boys around and try and torture them though. This was girls and boys chase each other around, then whoever got who first you'd tie them to a tree with a jump rope and THEN the 'kissing' part of the game.

This was Kindergarten ya'll!

My school in Orem wasn't all that great either! When I transfered in first grade it wasn't hard to get along with everyone, but a recess scene, again, proved that these first graders knew way too much!

Some girls that took me in informed me that instead of calling a boy in our grade by his real name 'Kyle Tucker', they called him 'Kyle Tucker Mother F....." well.. you get the rest!!

First grade!

I'm tellin ya, I definitely won the wildest elementary schools!

I Spy

2009-07-28T16:22:00.002-06:00

Setting: Work(the Pool)

I Spy:

1 Big, Harry man in a speedo .. oh wait, yep there's another one

3 pregnant ladies with bikinis on

1 old man that won't stop staring ... :/

About 15 men with moobs ... not only men but young boys

1 lady that just let her child blow his nose in her hand then she wiped it on the cement

1 couple making out in the deep end of the kiddy pool

and 3 moms roasting in the sun while their kids are raising hell!

ya gotta love the pool!

OH curses . . .

2009-07-28T15:51:00.000-06:00

So recently,

And I mean like 20 minutes ago,

A retard nerve popped in my head and I deleted my blog . . .

Soooo . . .

Here's the new Blog.

I'll try and make it just as funny as the other one, can't make any promises though ;)

haha..kidding..