Decisions. Decisions.

It's been decided..

I'M GOING ON A MISSION!!

That's all.

Thank you for reading.

This One's For MyCool

Spring break is over.

Ugh. Those four words have the power to darken my days. I'm still in denial... Good thing I have boxes upon boxes of Girl Scout cookies to last me until sweet summer hits!

To make things worse school started today. Back to the daily grind. On top of all that, I ran out of gas on the highway headed home from class. Perrrrfect. It. Was. Awesome. I'm pretty sure the gas gage is broken, it just barely warned me to fill up. Usually I can go miles and miles after getting the warning before I HAVE to fill up. Some people tell me to fill up BEFORE the warning light comes on. Where's the fun in that? I like to live on the edge! I'm so wild.

While stranded on the road waiting for my dear mommy to bring me gas, not one person stopped to see if I was okay. Jerks. So from here on out, I'll stop for every car stopped on the side of the road with their hazard lights blinking. And I'll continue to live on the wild side and fill up after the warning light comes on.

What if...?

What if... I had BLONDE hair?!

Fight For The Crown

Who knew waiting for cookies to bake could be soooo much fun?!!

Laughter truely is the best medicine.

Valentine's... again.

It has been exactly 1 year and 1 day since I've created this blog. Crazy how much can change in a year.. I found this quote somewhere and seeing as it's Valentine's Day, thought it was appropriate to share it.

We were given:

Two hands to hold.

Two legs to walk.

Two eyes to see.

Two ears to listen.

But why only one heart?

Because the other was given to someone else....

...for us to find.

-Anonymous

Awwww.. tender.

Time Saver. Creep Shield. Whatever you wanna call it...

I have had mixed reactions from various people about my 'time saver'. But I don't care what anyone thinks. This idea is genius!! Why didn't I do this before? Seriously.

BAM. There is it. An $8 ring from icing that looks as real as any wedding ring out there. And it's going to save me sooooo much time. Priceless.

I Am In Love

I have always been skeptical of 'love at first sight'... until it happened to me.

The moment I set eyes on him I knew he was the one. We instantly connected with each other.

He has everything I have ever dreamed of -- Personality. Spunk. Beautiful eyes. Kind heart. Caring. Soft side. Listens more than he talks. I could go on forever!

The day we met was truly magical.

It has been 7 years since that day, and the magic is still strong as ever.

I look forward to coming home everyday and find him waiting to greet me.

We make meals together, watch TV together, enjoy the outdoors together.

Best of all, I can talk and talk and talk and he will listen to everything.

He never tells my secrets. He never gossips or complains. Never interrupts.

He is my best friend.

His name is Simon.

And he is my pet cat.

Tuesdays. Tuesdays. Tuesdays.

You wanna hear about my day? Ohhh I'll tell you about my day alright, and I won't spare any details! (Actually this was Tuesday, but whatev.)

So I wake up and there is snow on the ground. Bad start right there. Ugh... brace yourself. It only get worse.

Then on the way to turn on the light, I stub my big toe. Ouch! I got up early and curled my hair and clipped in my extensions. That's actually good news - it looked gorgeous! But I burnt my ear. Then I tried to move something heavy and pulled something in my back. Have you ever had a really stiff neck? Yeah, imagine that through your whole back! You can barely function.

Then, I was late for my appointment. Those who know me, already know I get sooo anxious when I'm running late. Then I forgot my check for my appointment. Bleh. But I brushed it off and went about my day.

Around noon I went to the DMV to renew my driver's license. (This is the sole reason I got up and took the pain and time of curling my hair...) Anyways, I drove through the snow storm and got there only to get my picture taken and after all of the paper work find out that my hair was messed up and sticking up like a mad woman. Jussst perfect.

So much for Tuesday's..

Hoping for better tomorrows.

Buh-Bye Blackberry...

The Blackberry is an organized freak's best friend.

I had a protected file with passwords to various accounts saved in it.
I had everything from to-do's, birthdays, and plans recorded in my calendar.
I had countless memorable pictures, ringtones, and videos saved.

I had over 400 contacts...

You may have noticed that each sentence is in past tense.. I meant to do that. Sadly, I once had all of that. That is - until I flushed my phone down the toilet.

Without fail, everytime the subject comes up someone mentions about a time when they dropped something of their's into the toilet. That sucks but, ummm... hello?! I said that I FLUSHED my phone down the toilet. It's gone. Disappeared. Non-existent.

There seems to be a lot of confusion when I tell people what happened to my phone. Most assume I was using the bathroom and the phone dropped and I didn't happen to notice... uhh no. If that was the case, I don't think I should be allowed to go to the bathroom unsupervised. Seriously people. Come on.

Let me clarify for everyone out there so we can all put this behind us and except that some toilets can flush a phone without clogging. A'ight?

Here's how the whole thing went down:

It's early morning and I'm helping at a fundraiser at a public park. (Yeah, karma's a witch.) After a few hours I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I'm only human. So I went to the bathroom, and my phone was in my back pocket and when I pulled my pants back up it must have been hanging out precariously. So I flushed the toilet then I turn to leave the stall and I heard something hit the toilet and fall in. My first thought was, "NOOO! MY FAVORITE CHAPSTICK!!! Right as I turn I saw just in the knick of time my sweet black berry pearl being sucked up into the toilet.

I know what you're thinking. "No way."

Way.

In a state of shock I went out and this is what went down.

Me: *Tears forming* "Umm.. I.. think I just... umm, uhhh... flushed my toilet down the toilet."
Anna: *Half smile/cautious/confused* "Haha...ha. Really?"

Me: *Half smile/still in shock* "Yeah. Hahah. I did. Hahahahaha!"

Anna: *Smiling* "Hahahahaha!"

I laughed for about 2.7 seconds. Then it immediately turned into sobbing. All laughing ceased immediately and people jumped to my rescue.

One my raced into the bathroom and shoved his arm as far up the toilet as he could get it. Which wasn't very far at all... but thank you so much for trying. It meant a lot! Another man, with a sweet accent, got a wire hanger to put up the pipes and feel around for my phone. No luck. Another man offered to take the toilet apart for me. (Yes, I was sobbing sobbing. I looked a mess.) It was a kind offer, but I declined. His efforts would have been unsuccessful. I didn't want to waste anyone else's time. I knew the fate of my phone. And I accepted it. Sort of.

It was a sad sad day.

But on the bright side.. I got a new phone that exact same day and have since then been building my contacts list once again. (I'm at 65 and counting...)

Home Sweet Home

There has been mass confusion with big decisions lately. School. No school. Moving out. Moving 'back' in. Job. No job. People actually expect me to know what's going on! To tell you the truth, I'm usually the last to really know. It's possible. (Trust me.)

Anyways... at the time when I was moving out, my parents took a little trip. On that little trip I decided to move 'back' in. Forever. Well, almost forever. I also decided I would give them a nice surprise so that they would know I was really staying this time.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Thanks goes to...
New Paint: Lowes
Paint Material: Lowes
Beautiful New Bed: Grandma Smith

24 hour make over. Now I know the pictures don't show a ton... but, it's a whole different room now. Simpler. Cleaner. I feel like I'm at the beach! (Besides the huge pine trees right outside my window blocking any view I may of had...) But I LOVE it sooo much.

Adult...?

I've grown up to believe that an adult is someone who is responsible, confident, intelligent, mature, patient, fearless... At 20 years of age some people consider me a young-adult, believe it or not. HA!I'll tell you a little secret-

-I panic if a bee is within a 20 foot radius of me.
-The more I learn, the stupider I feel.

-I'm terrified of swimming in lakes and oceans. (I had a panic attack in 4 feet of water at Bear Lake once.. My family just laughed at me. Thanks guys..)

-I have moments now and then when I feel insecure.

-Mature? I don't even know what that word means.

-I still wipe my mouth on my sleeve.

-I scream when I see spiders.

-I try to always be responsible. (Does that count?)

-When I'm alone in my car or my room I love to sing to the radio, but hate to do it with gum. So I'll take my gum out and set it on my nightstand or dashboard and then forget all about it. I do it over and over. So it tends to accumulate... TMI?

-I sleep with stuffed animals.. um. Maybe.

-Our family pet is one of my best friends. He brings out the child in me!

-Patience. Now that is one characteristic that I do have.. but DON'T test me!

-I chew with my mouth open, sometimes.

Let me tell you somethin - there is no such thing as an 'adult'. I'm 20 and I'm still looking for a true adult in this world. I have come to the conclusion that 'adults' are just kids in grown bodies.

Remember?

Remember, a while ago, I put up a video that was sent to me by my dad? Well, I have good news and bad news about that...

Bad News: The website doesn't have that video anymore so we will never be able to see it ever again. :(

Good News: The website has a new video! You can watch it here.

Enjoy.

(Go ahead, make your own. You know you want to.)

Impressive

I've taken piano lessons for so many years of my life that I lost count... point is: I never got past level 4. (Maybe 3..) Trying to read music for two different hands is impossible. I don't know how anyone does it! So I quit. As a consequence, I can't even read sheet music anymore. I regret it. Slightly. But now, thanks to Youtube.com, I can learn songs online and memorize them. Then play them anywhere at anytime and impress people! It's awesome! Until they ask me to sight read something... then they learn the truth... then they're not so impressed anymore... So if I ever play a song for you, act impressed and DON'T ask me to sight read. Mmmkay? Thanks.

Now, to show you some songs I've learned! (You'll should be slightly impressed.)

One Man's Dream - Yanni

Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven

Beautiful, aren't they? They calm my soul.

20

Wow.. it took me a couple of trys on my password to log into my blog. That's how long it's been since I've last written! My deepest apologies for such a long wait.

Anyways, to the point.

20. I am currently 20 years of age. During my 20th year a lot has changed. I mean A LOT! I'm practically a new person. No joke.

Now it's no secret that I have developed (in every aspect) much slower than other girls my age. But I think this year alone I have caught up. Let me explain.

Soon after I turned 20, I bought my first pair of heels. Best. Purchase. Ever! I am close to owning as many pairs of heels as I have Nike running shoes. That day will definitely be a day of celebration.

A few months later, I learned how to curl my hair. Wow. They were gorgeous with my extentions. No hair spray necessary!

Shortly after that, I cut my hair. I mean I freakin chopped that stuff off! It's different.. but I can still curl it! (with the help of a lot of hairspray..) When I cut my hair and got it styled, that was my first time in a hair salon in literally over 2 years. As you can imagine, by ends were really bad... bleh.

Next, I started painting my toe nails. (I still haven't branched out to painting my finger nails yet. Maybe year 21.) I paint them often. Too often. I now coordinate the colors to the outfits I will be wearing. Oh it's sooo much fun! Nail painting party, anyone?

After that, I spent my own money on a dress for church. I never believed in spending my own money on church clothes because I hate skirts and dresses and anything of that sort. Now the only thing I care about is having cute clothes for church. (Probably me trying to compensate for years of wearing the same 2 outfits...)

So there you have it. I'm a woman now.

Bird Whisperer

I have had the MOST bizarre encounters with birds in the past week.

First off, a few months ago while driving on the freeway a seagull flew into my windshield. Sometime bugs or little rocks hit your windshield and make a loud noise that scares you. Well wait until you have a full grown seagull fly beak first into your windshield while going 75MPH. It almost gave my dearest Grandma a heart attack!

That was just the beginning of the strange encounters.

A week ago I was walking along my driveway and on a low branch was a young bird. It did not fly away as I approached. As I came to the branch (which was slightly above my head), I reached up, and pulled it down. I was face to face with this bird, only 6 inches of air were between us. I observed it, then I petted its feathers, then observed it some more, then I tried to poke it softly off the branch to make it fly (it wouldn't budge), then observed it even more, then was a little bored. So I lifted the branch back up softly and it flew away. Strange, I thought.

The next day while walking across a path that lead to my other Grandmother's house it was in the grass. As I approached it flew into a near by bush. So I followed it and it still would not budge.

The following day I was walking over to my Aunt's (crossing the same path) and this bird came out of no where! It flew to the branch right above my head and it seemed as if he was observing me.

This was all so strange. I thought I was loosing it with reality. But, sadly, that was the last time I ever did see that bird.

Then, the next day, I was driving home from work and I saw a magpie up ahead on the telephone lines. It flew off and started to fly right at me. Straight for my windshield, then at the very last minute he swerved upward. It was like playing a game of chicken.

So bizarre.

Then, the next day, while walking back from my Grandmother's house I was reading while walking across my lawn. I decided I should probably watch where I was walking and as I looked down I was just about to step on a bird. Phew! That was a close one. I looked at the bird, it wasn't a brand new baby. I'm surprised he didn't fly away. He just starred and starred. I walked to the side and he just continued to stare. I felt a little awkward. He hopped through the grass, his beady black eyes still starring into mine.



I decided to walk toward him. He broke eye contact. HA! Then he hopped away. I realized he couldn't fly, poor thing. And I knew exactly what would happen if my cat found him. I couldn't bare to see that happen to him. So I captured him into a box that I filled with grass and put a small, net covering on top so he could still enjoy the sunshine and the breeze. I even fed him worms and water. He loved me. I loved him.

Finally I found Simon and put him inside and released my little bird friend. Right when I released him where I found him a full grown red-robin fly right above my head and was making the loudest, most annoying chips and kept flying by. Probably his mother. Dang it. I wanted to raise him. I haven't seen him since. But I will never forget him or my other bird encounters!

Sometimes I wish I were a bird so I could fly too.

Spiders

I am terrified of spiders. I thought this fear would diminish with age, but I'm 20 now and I still call my mom to come kill spiders for me. I guess time doesn't heal everything.

The other night I saw a black spider on my pillow. Naturally, I screamed! Then it ran away somewhere into my bed... so then I was forced to find somewhere else to sleep.

A few weeks ago when I was shampooing my hair there was something in it. I assumed it was dirt from mowing the lawn, so I got a hold of it and pulled it out. It was a spider.

I have a problem with eating. I mean sometimes I drool, it's quite a problem. I really can't help it. The other day while eating a roll I drooled... and out came a spider. Bleh! So maybe drooling is a good thing.. right?

Dear spiders, please please leave me alone. Mmmmkay? Thanks.

What I'm Made Of

I'm made of sugar, spice, and everything nice... Ha. Not. Here's what really makes me me.

1. I can't sleep without socks on.
2. I love jicama.
3. I can't read sheet music anymore, so I learn all of my piano songs by watching youtube.
4. I drink atleast 1/2 gallon of milk, daily.
5. I shower every single day of the week.
Often twice a day.
Occasionally three times a day.
6. I have a new obsession with Kerli's music.
7. I hate the feel of glass. Hate it.
8. I love to read, especially non-fiction.
9. I like to watch the news.. and OPRAH.
10. I can and will dominate any laser tag game.

Some of these might seem kind of odd, but it's who I am. :) Plus this world is huge so I know I'm not the only one!!

Vacation, Vacation. I need another vacation.

I've had so much fun the past couple of weeks. It's just one vacation after the next for me. First I went to St. George with the fam. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. It was great! We slept in every day, made a trip to the temple, ate out, swam and layed out all day, played a little tennis, watched Alice in Wonderland 3 times, ate candy all day long, and played a lot of balderdash. Oh my, I already miss it!

Then I came home, unpacked, did laundry, kicked it for a few days, then packed up again for California with the cousins. It was a wonderful trip!

Day 1: Drive, drive, drive all the way to Barstow, CA. Sleep.
Day 2: Drive 2 more hours to SIX FLAGS! Ride some wicked coasters. Party.

Day 3: Spend the day as a beach bum on Santa Monica beach. Drive 4 hours to Buffalo Bills Casino and Hotel. Sleep.

Day 4: Drive back to home sweet home.

Following day: unpack, do laundry, try to come to terms that all of my big summer vacation plans are officially over.
Monday: Work. Back to reality.

However, I don't think I'm fully back to reality because I can't seem to stop reliving my trips!

Hello Sunshine!

Nobody should be this white in June. Nobody. I've had it. I'm leavin. Headin south. Disconnecting from the world. No phone. No laptop. Just me, my swimming suit, and some good non-fiction books. And I won't be back until I'm somewhat tan.

Time will not apply to me. I will follow no schedule. I will have no commitments or responsibilities. I will do what I want, when I want. I'll eat when I'm hungry and sleep when I'm tired. I'm going to do whatever I feel like and enjoy every minute of it.

I'm going to be one happy kid for the next week. :)

20 and a half !!

I recently went to see a doctor for a check up. The conversation with the receptionist went a little something like this:

-Receptionist: Are you at least 18 or older?
-Me: Yes.
-Receptionist: Please sign this form.
-My Mother: [Proudly declares] She's actually 19!
*Receptionist gives a half smile...*
*I look at my Mother waiting for the joke...*
-Me: No, Mom. I'm actually 20 (and a half).

I won't tell you her age, seeing as she just had a birthday and may be a little sensitive about getting older... but you would think it would be really easy to remember my age considering that we're exactly 30 years apart!