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!

I very much dislike bees

In my childhood I had a traumatic experience involving bees. (I may or may not exaggerate that. It's been many years now that I think my subconscious makes it even more traumatic than it really was...)

But being the considerate person I am, I'll spare you the gruesome details. Just know that I fear them greatly.

On Sunday I found out my parents want to get into bee keeping...

Yeah, you read that right.
Unfortunately.

Reality Dreams?

Sometimes I can't remember my dreams from reality.

It's almost a daily occurence these days...

Did I go to work? - Or was that a dream?
Is it the weekend? - Or was that a dream?
Am I really stuck in Russia? - Or was that a dream?

Did I cut my hair? - Or was that a dream?

Am I really blind? - Or was that a dream?

Seriously... It's a huge problem these days.

The other day my friends and I saw a bumblebee larger than the size of our thumbs. They were going crazy while trying to get a picture of it as proof! Personally, I thought they were a little silly and thought it wasn't such a big deal, after all - there are bigger bumblebees out there. I quickly told them of the time I saw a bumblebee the size of my fist!!

The instant I finished saying that sentence to them was when I realized that that was not reality, but in fact, a very strange dream I once had. I then tried to explain to my friends that it was a dream. (I still can't tell if they believe me or just think I'm crazy...)

But I promise you this - I really did see [in a dream] a bumblebee the size of my fist!

Potatoes Potatoes

The other day my friend and I travelled up the mountain to shoot a potatoe launcher. Now, I've never seen one before and didn't really know what to expect.. but I'm telling you this was no potatoe launcher. It was a freakin cannon! It was huge!! We did a few dry runs and the noise it made was incredible. I couldn't wait to load a potatoe into that monster of a cannon.

The time had come. The potatoe was loaded. We sprayed some fuel. We lit the fire....

Nothin.

Tried it again.

Nothin.

Then to our dismay two men came up the trail wanting to 'enjoy the view'. Whatev. So we we're going to wait until they were gone to try again but one of the men noticed the launcher and asked us if it was a potatoe launcher. Yup. Apparently he knew all about them.

He told us stories of how he used to make them out of metal and use actual gun powder. It sounded dangerous but pretty legit. This man really knows what he's talking about. Maybe he could help us fix our problem!

He began telling us that we needed much MUCH more fuel and to stick the can directly into the hole then light that sucker. As he was telling Kyle all of this I was just observing, from a safe distance. This man was wearing a long sleeve shirt, but something wasn't right.

OH MY GOODNESS!

The man was missing an entire arm! I don't think it's smart to take advice on how to lauch a cannon from a man missing one arm.

I looked at Kyle trying to get his attention. I failed...

Good thing the launcher failed too.

That's enough fuel and fire for me. I'd rather keep both of my arms, thank you.