Check This Out!

I take lots of pictures of this guy. . . (he doesn't like it very much. . . but he likes me so he puts up with it) . . . so I happen to have lots on my phone. I need to brag about how amazing he is. . . so I will!

These grew on a tree outside of my apt. I always said that they were so pretty and that they smelled so heavenly. One morning I walked out to my car and to find these under my windshield wiper.

A big group of us went to D.Q. We got dipped ice cream cones. Poor thing had a hard time with his. It literally was falling apart in his hands.

I bought new aviator sunglasses. He doesn't like sunglasses very much or looking like a 'tool' but he posed for me just the same.

This is Jonathan laughing. . . he took me downtown and I was giving horrible directions. We almost got hit by a Trax train, made numerous loops, pulled a lot of u-turns, (all of which happened because of my bad directions . . oops!) and we made it through the day without getting pulled over and we had no working turn signals.

Jonathan making me lunch because I wasn't feeling too well.

His concentrated face. . . we were folding origami cranes

And he plays the guitar and the violin. . . very well. He is so talented

Basically. . . all you ladies should be jealous.

Tony Thomas Young

This is Jonathan's roommate. . . Tony Thomas Young . . . but I call him toenails

He tried my shorts on. . . . sadly he could fit in them.

I do not know if he should be more insulted or if I should. . . I mean he is wearing girl shorts! And he fits! AH!

He likes to ride motorcycles, dance, play the guitar, write songs, and hang out

And his secret dream is to become a fireman

Why Were These Invented??

There are many cool inventions in this world. There are also a lot that I do not understand why they were made. Better yet. . . I do not understand people that buy them.

For example:

Clothes for animals

Snuggies. . . just go put on a coat!

Ear gauges. . . tacky!

The "bump it" . . . Why would I want a big puffy head?

The kitchen table in my apt. There is a crease running all around the table. When you wipe the table down all of the crumbs get stuck in it! UGH!

And the reason for this post:

I wont put a picture of this up . . . but cardboard tampons! What the heck!? They hurt to use and its just not fun! I know a man invited these.

T.M.I.

Sometimes I feel like I am just too out there on this blog. . .

Like some stories are just T.M.I. (too much information)

Or there are some stories that just aren't exciting.

Well this thing has become. . . well basically my journal. (I find it easier to blog then write in my actual journal)

So if there are just weird posts on here sometimes. . . . sorry

One time I was at the movie theater. I was standing in the lobby when I noticed that some rude person had just thrown their gum on the floor. . . .and it was now attached to my shoe.

I was totally creeped out.

I tried to get it off of my shoe by sliding my foot across the floor.

I was doing this when all of the sudden a door, that was not noticeable, swung open .. . . . BAM! It hit me and it hurt. Like I wasn't already embarrassed to have gum on my shoe. . .

Why Is It?

I was talking to my younger cousin the other day and the subject of blogs came up. She found out that I had one and wanted to know what I posted on my blog. I told her just my thoughts and the day to day things. I also introduced her to the idea of 'followers'.

She said "So random people that you do not know. . . they follow your life?"

When you put it that way it does seem very weird. Why are we humans so interested in other peoples lives? We do we find it so fascinating to read about peoples thoughts and day-to-day actions?

And why do we find it so cool to write about our days and thoughts?

I don't know why. . . . but it is fascinating.

My First Award

I didn't know that you could get awards for your blogs. . . . well you can. Sara from C'est La Vie gave me this one:

The rules of the game::

1) Post this award on your blog
2) List things/people that inspire you.

3) Award 5-10 other blogs that you believe are an inspiration for others.

4) Let these bloggers know they won this award.

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My dad has probably always been my inspiration. He is always happy and will always drop things he is doing to spend time with his family. I have never heard him swear and I think I have only seen him mad like three times. He has a strong testimony of the Gospel and he lives it! I love watching him work and he always gives the best advice. My dad is an amazing example and I love him!

My mom is also another inspiration in my life. She never complains about anything. She is always willing to serve others and be there for somebody. She likes it when people stay true to their word and she always does that. She is very giving and always makes sure that she is doing the right things in life. I hope to be like my mom when I have kids.

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is a HUGE inspiration of my life. It gives me peace and direction in this crazy world. It makes me who I am and why I do certain things in my life.

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I want to give this award to

The Shayna Files

Anybody Seen a Prince?

Keith & Ashley

Oh No You Didn't

Sometimes I am extremely ticklish. I laugh hysterically when I get tickled. Jonathan loves to hear me laugh. . . . so he tickles me. The other night he was once again tickling me.

He was leaning over me and pinning me down so I couldn't get away. Jonathan also happened to be chewing gum at the time. . . . before I knew it . . . .I saw IT falling from his mouth. I turned my head so IT would not land on my face. BAD MOVE

IT landed in my hair. IT was very sticky and did not want to get out of my hair.

Jonathan spent the next few minutes picking IT out of my hair.

Nooooooooooo!

I wasn't going to tell this story. . . because it is kind of awkward and embarrassing to me. But it was so funny so I am going to do it anyway.

This is my phone:

The other day it fell in the toilet (No, I was not using it while I was going to the bathroom)

When it started to fall everything seemed to go in slow motion. I could only watch in horror as it splashed into the newly cleaned toilet and sank to the bottom.

I was so in shock that this happened that I just stood there. . . . not believing my eyes. Then I decided that I really did love my phone. . . and that sitting in the toilet could not be good for it.

I bravely stuck my hand in and pulled it out.

Since then I scrubbed my hands raw and sanitized the thing like crazy. (i'm a germ freak. . . . and yes the toilet had already been flushed)

It even stopped working for a day. But it loves me so it turned on again.

Right after this happened I was so mad. . . . then I couldn't stop laughing. How horribly embarrassing yet so funny at the same time.

Where Art Thou?

I have a love/hate relationship with these things. . . .

They keep my crazy hair from going everywhere. (Good thing)

Yet they always run away from me (very bad thing)

I always try to put them in one spot when I take them out of my hair. . . Yeah that doesn't work too well sometimes.

As of this moment I only have 1 bobby pin. At the start of this week I had 5. Before summer started I had a handful. I think there is bobby pin heaven . . . . or they just really do not like me.

Let's Go Fly a Kite

Ok, maybe not a kite. . . . those things are dang ridiculously hard to play with. The Mary Poppins show always made me very sad when I was little. All the kids wanted was to spend time with their dad. My dad is amazing! He would come home from work and would play with us. So I always felt like those little kids were not treated fairly.

Amber (little sister) had a two hour soccer practice on Thursday. Both of my parents couldn't make it so they asked me to take her.

Amber is amazing at soccer. She is on a competitive team. . . . one she had to try out to get on! So of course I was thrilled to go watch her.

Of course Jonathan came with me . . . so did Scott (little brother)

I knew Scott would be so bored the whole time so we brought a baseball and some gloves. Jonathan didn't even hesitate to play with him. (can you say bonus points for the boyfriend?!)

I can tell that both Scott and Amber loved having us there. It was nice to be supportive and spend some time with them.

These pictures are kind of bad. I was sitting in the shade.

Sorry. . . Happily Ever After Just Doesn't Work Like That

While I worked the other day I had Aladdin playing. Then a thought came to me. . . .

I agree with this, but I do not agree with what Disney teaches little girls with its shows.

Cinderella fell in love after one dance. . . . and they didn't even talk to each other

Ariel fell in love with Eric and wanted to be with him after watching him on his boat (creepy stalker)

Now Belle is the only one that I think teaches good things. She fell in love with the beast AFTER she spent time with him and got to know him. She didn't just fall in love with his good looks and charm.

Sleeping beauty and her man fell in love after singing and dancing together

Snow White fell in love with her prince after he spied on her. Then she ran away and . . . Bam she was in love.

Jasmine fell in love after spending a little conversation and a magic carpet ride together.

Moral of the story?

We should just sing and dance with somebody and then we will know if we love them or not.

Now don't get me wrong. . . I grew up on these shows and love them as much as the next girl.

I am just glad that in real life you have to get to know somebody. Not just look at them and decide you want to marry them. The problem is. . . . a lot of girls that I know . . . . can't separate the "Happily Ever After" with real life. Its sad and it really has left its impact.

I think you can see somebody and be interested in them or want to pursue them. You can't wait for the perfect prince charming to show up. There is no such thing as a perfect man. You have to put yourself out there.

I am Really Just a Tomboy

Clint, the oldest, had a best friend (Sean) who lived right across the street from us. Of course I would tag along and play with them. I found shooting basketballs, playing nintendo, and jumping on the tramp a lot more fun then playing dress ups. I was a tomboy. . .

To the horror of my two younger sisters. . . I would rather wear boy's basketball shorts and a t-shirt with a pony tail.

After some teasing, years, and growing self-consciousness I decided to let them become my fashion councilors.

Now I do like clothes. . . to a point. . . they couldn't teach me everything though. . . .

I still hate. . .

*Shopping for more than 30 min.

*Taking more than 30 min. to get ready (Seriously girls!! What are you doing for two hours!?)

*Talking or following fashion trends

*I have a hard time matching things. . . which is why I wear black and white a lot! (Also I will have to marry a guy who can tell me I'm matching or not. . . )

*spending more than $10 on a shirt. . . . I just cant do it

But. . . But. . . Teacher

I HATE running! I find no joy in my throat/lungs burning, side aching, legs shaking, want-to-pass-out-and-die feeling.

It is a shame though. . . . my best friend does it every night. And what do I do? I sit back at the apt. . . . probably eating.

Where does the hate come from?

One word:

SCHOOL!

Back in elementary school we had this program Presidential Fitness. I think it is all a big scam. . . just a way to convince us kids to get into shape. Every year we would have to run, stretch, do pull ups/sit ups/ push ups, shuttle run, and all other glorious forms of torture.

I always failed the stretching ones. . . . I am just not flexible.

But back to running.

I DREADED that yearly run.

I even thought about lying to my teacher so I wouldn't have to do it.

I finally graduated elementary school and headed off to middle school.

Things got worse. Much worse.

I could no longer do push ups or pull ups. I almost failed gym because of it.

Then every Friday we would have to run a mile! Every week!! UGH! And Mondays and Wednesdays we would have to run 1/4 of a mile.

The teacher even made us a deal.

If everyone could do a mile under 15 minutes we wouldn't have to run the next week.

Of course we all tried. . . . except these three girls.

Hate to say it but they were large and slow.

Every week the rest of us would finish and then we would shout words of encouragement.

They would then start to walk around the track. We started to plead with them to hurry. . .

their pace might have slowed.

So in the end we would run week after week.

It's Utah (Utah=hot) and I had gym outside around 1 PM

Yuck!

It was hot, I was hot and bothered, and my face wouldn't stop being red for another two hours. . . . the teasing started. Not to mention we did all of this running in front of the boys. . .

That is why I hate running!

Some Future Day

Growing up my family traveled A LOT!! I loved it!! I love seeing different places, cultures, and people. I want to keep traveling!

My older brother, Clint, still travels. Sometimes he doesn't even tell us when or where he is going. Like he went to Russia, Canada, and Seattle and I never knew until he came back!

(Clint, Amanda)

You might think I am a loser. . . . but I still ask my parents permission to do things. I want them to know what I'm doing. I also want to know if what I am doing seems like a good idea to them.

So when Shantel and I went on our road trip last weekend. . . . I didn't ask my parents. I TOLD them I was going. I felt really weird doing it. The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about me not asking them. Then I realized that I am 20 years old. . . . I should not be asking my parents what I should do.

It felt so cool to just pack up and leave. . .

I was in control and I made all of the decisions. . .

So I have decided that one day I am just going to pack my bags

Get on an airplane and fly to Greece!!

I just gotta earn the money first!

Bubbles

I love bubbles! I don't know why, but they make me happy!

*blowing bubbles with gum

*bubbles with soap

*bubbles!!

Ever since I saw 'Honey, We Shrunk Ourselves' I've wanted a bubble machine so bad!

I want it at my reception (if my mom lets me have one). . . just blowing out bubbles.

I think that would be so awesome!!

BYU-I

Shantel and I went on a road trip! We went to visit my friend who lived in Idaho. We all decided to do a photo shoot. . . . cause we are cool like that.