Sunday, April 25, 2010
Reunion with an Old Friend
Oh hello Tanlines... so nice to see you again. We're going to really be friends this summer.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Jiggety Jig
(Just a reference to the old nursery rhyme, "To Market to Market to buy a fat pig, home again home again...)
Well, I am now again thoroughly enjoying the weather and diversity of people that Southern California offers. I spent about a week in Utah, which was (for the most part) enjoyable. I got to visit many of my friends in Provo, and to those who I didn't, sorry. I didn't have a ton of time down there, about 3 days, and most of that was spent at Alyse and Tommy's place. While I was there, Brandon and I went with Alyse and Tommy to the BYU men's volleyball game, which was pretty fun. I think I had more fun watching Cosmo than the game, but volleyball's fun to watch. They won in 3 straight matches. Since Tommy hated the picture we took, I won't put it up.
While we were waiting for the newlyweds to meet us, Brandon and I noticed something unusual for us outside... Warmth. It was perfect weather, about 65 degrees, and sunny enough that I was wearing my sunglasses from China (which do NOT make me look like a fly)
I only touched him by accident.
I can't find my camera right now, but I spent some time at Jared and Amy's house with their little kids in Holladay. And they are such a cute family. I got to talk to Heath (yes, the 3 month old) and Tate and I watched Cinderella... just some fun times like that. Unfortunately, I got sick Thursday morning, a few hours before I had to leave. And by sick, I mean I-don't-understand-how-people-with-morning-sickness-deal-with-this sick. Let's just say I didn't eat until dinner time. And one dose of Pepto-Bismol stayed down, but not the other. 2 hour flight home? Yeah, that seemed like 10 hours. I asked to trade seats with the guy in the aisle seat, because I was in the middle of the back row (closest to the bathroom), and you know what he said? "No, my shoulders are too big." Umm, you're not Hulk Hogan! His shoulders could have fit, so I just warned him to not sleep because I would have to get up very quickly if I felt sick. He was warned... But I didnt feel sick on the flight.
Needless to say, I am very relieved to get back here and start some homemade sun therapy sessions.
Well, I am now again thoroughly enjoying the weather and diversity of people that Southern California offers. I spent about a week in Utah, which was (for the most part) enjoyable. I got to visit many of my friends in Provo, and to those who I didn't, sorry. I didn't have a ton of time down there, about 3 days, and most of that was spent at Alyse and Tommy's place. While I was there, Brandon and I went with Alyse and Tommy to the BYU men's volleyball game, which was pretty fun. I think I had more fun watching Cosmo than the game, but volleyball's fun to watch. They won in 3 straight matches. Since Tommy hated the picture we took, I won't put it up.
While we were waiting for the newlyweds to meet us, Brandon and I noticed something unusual for us outside... Warmth. It was perfect weather, about 65 degrees, and sunny enough that I was wearing my sunglasses from China (which do NOT make me look like a fly)
I can't find my camera right now, but I spent some time at Jared and Amy's house with their little kids in Holladay. And they are such a cute family. I got to talk to Heath (yes, the 3 month old) and Tate and I watched Cinderella... just some fun times like that. Unfortunately, I got sick Thursday morning, a few hours before I had to leave. And by sick, I mean I-don't-understand-how-people-with-morning-sickness-deal-with-this sick. Let's just say I didn't eat until dinner time. And one dose of Pepto-Bismol stayed down, but not the other. 2 hour flight home? Yeah, that seemed like 10 hours. I asked to trade seats with the guy in the aisle seat, because I was in the middle of the back row (closest to the bathroom), and you know what he said? "No, my shoulders are too big." Umm, you're not Hulk Hogan! His shoulders could have fit, so I just warned him to not sleep because I would have to get up very quickly if I felt sick. He was warned... But I didnt feel sick on the flight.
Needless to say, I am very relieved to get back here and start some homemade sun therapy sessions.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Finals Week/Packing Up, Moving Out
Easter was the good part of my week. The rest of the week was just torture. Not much to talk about... I did pretty well on my finals, except my science final. I totally bombed that... and it was bad. Not that I'm proud of that, because it basically means i bombed the class and I don't like that feeling. Especially since I studied a lot for that test and I don't want to fail. But I did well on my math final, which I'm pretty sure guaranteed me an A in the class. We'll have to see about the other classes.
So my mom kept telling me, "Don't worry about moving and packing up until after your finals are done". Umm, sorry to tell you but this time you were wrong. I decided to not worry about it (besides filling up 4 storage bins with clothes and moving them into my storage unit) until after my finals were over, and that night was terrible. We had decided to go down to Provo at noon on Friday, and I started cleaning up my room for reals at midnight Thursday night/Friday morning. Big mistake. I'm not going to say what time I went to bed or got up, but I will say that I got 2 1/2 hours of sleep, because of how much work I needed to do. I also couldn't even sleep in my bed, due to the enormous amounts of clothes/papers/miscellaneous junk all over it. I was also in charge of the bathroom, so I spent a few hours doing that. Yep, HOURS. Cleaning a 5X5 room.
So after getting not enough sleep, i found I had enough adrenaline to keep me going. However, that wasn't enough, unfortunately. I began moving more boxes into storage, using Brandon's car (and spare key that I had commandeered), while continuing to clean up. When Tami, our manager, came around at 11:30, I asked her to check the bathroom but not my room, since the bathroom was the only part that was done. Of course, she didn't. So at about 12:30 (an hour later than anticipated), i was finally ready to get myself checked off and moved out. Brandon's Jeep was filled to capacity with my stuff, most of it to go into storage. I called Tami, and asked her if she would come by to check my responsibilities. She asked if she could get a bite to eat first, or if I was in a rush. I told her we were in a rush, so it would be great if she could come now. Then we waited... and waited... and waited. About a half hour after she told me she would be "right over", i called her again- to no answer. I waited about 10 minutes, and called a third time. No answer. At this point I was fit to be tied, and told Brandon we were leaving anyway, even though that meant that would forfeit my deposit. I would have paid that money back to you guys, parents. I was just furious that she would be so rude to not come by. When she did, she found the most ridiculous things for me to do, that were not included in the job listing for the bathroom. Such as clean under the faucet handles with a knife. I nodded and smiled, but knew she was just doing it to get back at me for whatever heinous sin I had committed against humanity. The other person who had cleaned the other side of the bathroom was not told to do any of that. So as soon as she left, so did I. At this point it was 1:30, and I was feeling like the world's biggest jerk. We were 2 hours behind schedule, and I'm pretty sure I had ruined some plans for the day. However, the drive (after filling my 5X10 storage space with clothes) was good. Brandon and I sang songs like "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy", "Every time I hear Your Name", "Fearless", and other very tough and manly country songs. The week in Utah was awesome (stay tuned), and when I report about it I will be in sunny and wonderful California!
So my mom kept telling me, "Don't worry about moving and packing up until after your finals are done". Umm, sorry to tell you but this time you were wrong. I decided to not worry about it (besides filling up 4 storage bins with clothes and moving them into my storage unit) until after my finals were over, and that night was terrible. We had decided to go down to Provo at noon on Friday, and I started cleaning up my room for reals at midnight Thursday night/Friday morning. Big mistake. I'm not going to say what time I went to bed or got up, but I will say that I got 2 1/2 hours of sleep, because of how much work I needed to do. I also couldn't even sleep in my bed, due to the enormous amounts of clothes/papers/miscellaneous junk all over it. I was also in charge of the bathroom, so I spent a few hours doing that. Yep, HOURS. Cleaning a 5X5 room.
So after getting not enough sleep, i found I had enough adrenaline to keep me going. However, that wasn't enough, unfortunately. I began moving more boxes into storage, using Brandon's car (and spare key that I had commandeered), while continuing to clean up. When Tami, our manager, came around at 11:30, I asked her to check the bathroom but not my room, since the bathroom was the only part that was done. Of course, she didn't. So at about 12:30 (an hour later than anticipated), i was finally ready to get myself checked off and moved out. Brandon's Jeep was filled to capacity with my stuff, most of it to go into storage. I called Tami, and asked her if she would come by to check my responsibilities. She asked if she could get a bite to eat first, or if I was in a rush. I told her we were in a rush, so it would be great if she could come now. Then we waited... and waited... and waited. About a half hour after she told me she would be "right over", i called her again- to no answer. I waited about 10 minutes, and called a third time. No answer. At this point I was fit to be tied, and told Brandon we were leaving anyway, even though that meant that would forfeit my deposit. I would have paid that money back to you guys, parents. I was just furious that she would be so rude to not come by. When she did, she found the most ridiculous things for me to do, that were not included in the job listing for the bathroom. Such as clean under the faucet handles with a knife. I nodded and smiled, but knew she was just doing it to get back at me for whatever heinous sin I had committed against humanity. The other person who had cleaned the other side of the bathroom was not told to do any of that. So as soon as she left, so did I. At this point it was 1:30, and I was feeling like the world's biggest jerk. We were 2 hours behind schedule, and I'm pretty sure I had ruined some plans for the day. However, the drive (after filling my 5X10 storage space with clothes) was good. Brandon and I sang songs like "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy", "Every time I hear Your Name", "Fearless", and other very tough and manly country songs. The week in Utah was awesome (stay tuned), and when I report about it I will be in sunny and wonderful California!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Easter Sunday
This is a week late, but it's fine... I was busy.
So I know pride is a sin... but I'm very proud of myself for this.
For Easter I decided to have a little bit of fun and play the role of the Easter bunny... I have never done that before. My target? Obviously Brandon. Part one was the scavenger hunt... which was actually a test in disguise. It had some majorly subtle clues in the eggs, just to see how well he knew me. They were also stationed throughout the house, which might have made it more obvious. But Brandon passed the test, and showed up to my apartment (as per the last clue), and found his basket:
And his breakfast:
I swear, the little black things on the right are sausages, not cockroaches.
I tried to be cute and make smiley face chocolate chip pancakes, but it kind of turned out like Arlington Steward from "the Box"... can you see the similarity?
The biggest similarity is the chunk missing out of the right side of their faces
So that was exciting, and Brandon loved it, even the disfigured pancake face. We then watched conference (none of my roommates were there to watch it, so I just guess we were the most righteous), and decided our day wasn't over yet. It was pretty nice weather outside, so we decided to do something outside. There are plenty of outdoors activities to do in Rexburg, but since neither of us wanted to change out of our sweats it largely limited the possibilities. We decided to go to the duck pond, and as Brandon is obsessed with animals he loved it.
The highlight was that massive goose in the front, who got so close he stepped on my feet.
So I know pride is a sin... but I'm very proud of myself for this.
For Easter I decided to have a little bit of fun and play the role of the Easter bunny... I have never done that before. My target? Obviously Brandon. Part one was the scavenger hunt... which was actually a test in disguise. It had some majorly subtle clues in the eggs, just to see how well he knew me. They were also stationed throughout the house, which might have made it more obvious. But Brandon passed the test, and showed up to my apartment (as per the last clue), and found his basket:
I tried to be cute and make smiley face chocolate chip pancakes, but it kind of turned out like Arlington Steward from "the Box"... can you see the similarity?
The biggest similarity is the chunk missing out of the right side of their faces
So that was exciting, and Brandon loved it, even the disfigured pancake face. We then watched conference (none of my roommates were there to watch it, so I just guess we were the most righteous), and decided our day wasn't over yet. It was pretty nice weather outside, so we decided to do something outside. There are plenty of outdoors activities to do in Rexburg, but since neither of us wanted to change out of our sweats it largely limited the possibilities. We decided to go to the duck pond, and as Brandon is obsessed with animals he loved it.
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