Early Morning Beat Down

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.

Locked In

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!

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

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(:

Missionary Work

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

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! (:

Blondest Brunette

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

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

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

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

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!

The big 18 tomorrow :)

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

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!

My girls

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. . .

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

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 . . .

Love you!

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!

For the love

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!:)

Old Friend

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

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!