Tuesday, August 30, 2011


I work in a computer lab.

This may or may not give me rights to claim the title “nerd”.

But even if I wasn’t a nerd I would still think this print was funny:

So. True.

Monday, August 29, 2011

First Day

College is a little different the older you get. Freshmen year I was a terrified mess and had no clue what a syllabus was. Now, senior year, I realize that the only reason to attend the first day of classes is to read the syllabus to find out which assignments you don’t have to do, and which days you don’t have to go to class.

My first day as a big bad senior went a little like this...

I slept in until the last second possible to walk in right on time to my 9:00am class

I ignored first-day-of-school-protocol and did not take the time to glam myself up. I very happily settled with a bun on top of my head, because I have learned that first impressions are overrated.

I wasn’t prepared with “school supplies” and therefor had to take my journal to serve as a notebook

I sat next to my professor in Cognitive Development and wasn’t scared of him. In fact I think I’m going to like him quite a lot. Today he said “there are lots of things going on in the world, and all it takes is a library card”...profound right?

I attended a class with my brother and sister. Best. Thing. Ever.

I felt a cold sore coming in (booooooooooo) and went on a frantic chase in search of medication

I saw a lot of familiar faces that didn’t seem to find mine familiar in return (maybe it’s the bun?)

I worked for three hours as a new supervisor. Yikes.

I may or may not have dozed off in psychology. Give me a break; it’s a 2 ½ hour class.

I boycotted buying books for one more day due to their absurd price that could make even Bill Gates go broke.

I finished off the day at the grocery store where I laughed at this silly figurine

And I laughed even harder when I saw its opposite side…


All in all, it was a good day.

Second first day of school starts in the morning...wish me luck!

Saturday, August 27, 2011

not ready!!!!

I am not ready for school to start.

My room this past month has been a direct reflection of how I feel on the inside: A complete disaster!

And I pretty much just picked up the mess in my room in SLC yesterday and moved it to my room in Provo—which happens to miniscule. Honestly, I’ve seen closets bigger than my room. But I can’t complain. My roommate and I will just be having a lot of pillow talk, that’s all.

And since we’re on the subject, can I complain a little bit? Moving is just the pits. Even though I love the heat and should never complain about it because I do enough complaining about the cold, it is pretty horrid moving furniture and boxes when it is over 100 degrees outside. Unless you are going for the wet look that is—and if that’s the case than by all means, keep moving those boxes! I however, have never been a fan of the wet look. Unfortunately it was unavoidable this week. Buuuuut that being said…mission accomplished! 80 carloads and buckets of sweat later my apartment is finally starting to resemble something I can live in.


Classes start on Monday…yikes! I always thought that by the time I was as old as I am (which I’m realizing really isn’t that old), I wouldn’t get first day of school jitters anymore. But boy do I still get first day of school jitters. It makes me feel like I’m still in kindergarten or something! Maybe it’s anticipating the all-nighters that lie ahead; or maybe it’s knowing the endless hours of studying that are waiting for me; or maybe it’s worrying about finals already; or maybe it’s becoming one step closer to still not knowing what I’m doing with my life. Even though I can’t quite put my finger on what “it” is, “it’s” giving me jitters.

Oh and did I mention I started work again today? Well I did. And to start off the semester with a bang, I thought I would sleep through my alarm for my first morning back. Good idea…NOT! I woke up at 7:52 this morning and punched into work at 7:58. Wow. And despite disheveled hair, smeared makeup, a skirt on backwards, and pillow prints still on my face…it was a tremendous feat.

I hope this morning was not an omen for how the rest of my semester is going to go…

Sunday, August 21, 2011

This Week...

I gained new respect for mothers as I babysat my little cousin Jake, for a few days. Man that kid has energy. And good thing he is so dang cute otherwise I probably would have been pretty upset when he pointed to my stomach and said, “baby in your tummy”.

Yes Jake, that is was i like to call a food baby. HA!

I keep telling myself he was just confused, as his mom recently gave birth...

Also, I can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than eating cake. Lemon cake might I add. My sister and I spent a couple days making this, what we would call, masterpiece. I always shout for joy when something I bake actually turns out…it is such a rare occurrence. Anyway, we found the recipe here and it was pretty divine if I do say so myself.


Try it. I dare you.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Once upon a time...

*disclaimer: this is NOT a happy story

Last night it was pretty dark as i made my way to my front doorstep. I was fishing for my key inside my sorry excuse for a wallet when i felt something tickle the edge of my foot. As images of spiders crawling up my leg flashed in my head i screamed and jumped back in a panic. To my surprise, sitting on the welcome mat was a bird. Baby bird or grown up bird i do not know; but i knew right away something was wrong as said bird was twitching and hobbling from side to side slowly, but surely.

One of the few pieces of information i've retained from my early school years is never to touch a baby bird; for if the mother smells a human on their offspring they will reject it immediately. Sooo, what was i to do? Was it hurt? Was it learning how to fly? I guess i will never know. I do know that I stayed up waaaay to late checking on that poor little bird. As my family can attest to, i have a soft spot for animals and as a result could not fall asleep out of sheer worry for the poor little thing.

Finally, on my thousandth peek out the front door i saw the bird had made its way to a corner and seemed to be protected from any harm. With that reassurance sleep finally came.

As i was leaving for church this morning however, i anxiously opened my door and to my horror saw no bird. I would like to think it flew away...but the pile of feathers on the welcome mat advise me otherwise. gulp.

I don't know the cause of death for sure...raccoon, cat, or some other heartless animal; either way i've got a dead bird on my conscience.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

food for thought

Foods that should not be consumed based upon their name:

-cheese curds...also known as "squeaky cheese"
-meat loaf...a loaf of meat? really?
-blood pudding...enough said
-cow tails...why would you give a candy such a name?
-brussel spouts...or any sprout for that matter
-bratwurst...the fact that "worst" is in the title, says it all
-easy cheese...cheese should NOT be easy
-can't believe its not butter
-figgs...preserves, newtons or pudding.
-nut rolls
-liver...its a body organ for crying out loud

am i right or am i right?

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

the more i listen to it...

Heard this song on the radio today and thought it was a joke...

Apparently it was big back in the day?!

I guess it is kind of catchy...

Sunday, August 7, 2011

{lots to blog about}

I returned last night from what I discovered to be one of the happiest places on earth:

Lake Powell.

Seriously, I don’t know how I’ve been missing out on this my entire life…what a crime!
I’ve never been much of a boater so this trip was full of a lot of “firsts” for me; first time slalom skiing, first time jet skiing, first time surfing, and first time cliff jumping. And I loved it all!! Sun, water, and a fabulous group of people...i couldn't ask for more.
A big thanks goes out to this charming fellow and his family for making the trip possible.

It was a week of bliss.

As if the week couldn’t get any better, let’s add a cherry on top: the Tim McGraw concert.
Initially, if i'm being honest, it was a bit of a sour cherry. Returning a bit late from Lake Powell + Traffic jam + Vehicle smoking and breaking down + Phone dying + Walking 80 miles (slight exaggeration) in the blazing heat to get to the concert + Missing the two opening bands = A sour cherry.

But guess what? I love sour cherries! It was a perfect night. Good ol’ Timmy did not disappoint. In fact, he far exceeded my expectations. It was an awesome concert and well worth the journey beforehand!

A face to describe the evening's events

and a face to describe how we really felt!

And last but not least...

Miguel, aka my older brother Michael Ted, had a birthday this past week.

Though sometimes we are polar opposites he is the best big brother i could ever ask for! We are only 18 months apart so whether he likes it or not he's been right there with me for as long as I can remember. And i wouldn't have it any other way.

Love you Miguel, hope it was a good one!

Whew, the marathon blog post has finally come to a close.

Monday, August 1, 2011

A picture is worth 1,000 words

Welp, i've just returned from the most incredbile trip.

From the Sacred Grove to Niagara Falls it was all amazing. I learned so much about the history of the church and had so much fun doing it! I'm not doing a great job explaining and since a picture is worth 1,000 words...here are quite a few pictures!

And if last week's adventures weren't enough, now i'm off to Lake Powell.

Be back in a week!