Saturday, February 21, 2009

20 Firsts

First, I'm glad I have such great family members, friends, and the coolest fella in the world! Thanks crew.

Next, less than 4 months! Yesterday was the 4 month mark! Hurrah! I can hardly wait!


...the tag is robbed from some old friends, Rachel and Chelsea...

1. Who was your first love? My first real love was THE Adam Kyle Kay. My first child love was Jonathan Broderick. His mom babysat me when I was an infant/toddler/little child.

2. Who was your first kiss and when? First kiss ever was the play house in the back yard. We were probably 3 and also probably dared. First post-16 kiss was Aaron Greer on a rock wall on graduation night (I know...never kissed all through high school...I wasn't the sort).

3. Who was your first prom date? First and only...the great (and so so ill at the time) Cody Rogers. It was an excellent time even if poor Cody was still recovering from a tonsillectomy (which I can personally attest to as being the worst I've probably ever hurts to get your tonsils out!). Thanks, kid!

4. Who was your first roommate? Technically my older sister Aliese. My first roommate outside of my parents' home was Stephanie Robertson. We shared a bunk bed and a tiny room in which we weren't allowed to lick the walls (lead based paint, had to sign a waiver...seriously).

5. What was your first job? Lifeguard at GFFR & WJOP.

6. What was your first car? The Beast of Fury or Big's name changed. It was an '88 Oldsmobile 88. I adored it. No body else did. It was a boat but had the absolute most comfortable seats in the world. If I were homeless and had to live in a car I would choose this great. I seriously loved this piece of junk.

7. When did you go to your first funeral? I honestly don't know. We have a lot of funerals in my family. The first one I remember well was for my uncle Dennis who died quite young of brain cancer. I was 8. I know this wasn't the first though.

8. There wasn't a number 8 so Chelsea added her own and I shall add my own because I didn't want to answer hers! I shall change it to: First memory: My first memory is getting a shot. I was 2. My cousin was there. I tried to hide. It may be made up but I think it's legit.

9. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? Uh...I oringate in Kearns and we moved from there when I was 4 or 5. I moved from WJ to Logan when I was 18...and now I'm back.

10. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. England.

11. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? California. I was about 9. The way back was awesome because my cousins were also there. I like my cousins.

13. Where did you go for your first date and who was it with? My first date was with Riley Lovendale. Kara Willis said she'd come to my cabin with me if I'd double on a date with her and Paul Walker. I agreed and asked Riley. We saw Star Wars. It was fun. My parents were miffed that they didn't get to meet my first date because we (Kara and I) picked the other two up.

14. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I think with Megan, Kim, and Holly*. I might have snuck out when I was younger but I don't really remember. I was a junior in hs and we stuck out to toilet paper Claire's house...I think...

15. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them? First best friend was Jonathan Broderick. He's coming up quite a lot. We were basically raised together. We have been friends on and off ever since. I try to keep in touch but it's barely successful.

16. Who was the first person to send you flowers? Maybe Adam. I feel like I remember a flower with a dance answer in high school but I don't remember who was involved and I don't even know if that counts. Adam the great gives me flowers on the rare occasion though...he's swell.

17. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents house? Greaves 101 in Logan. The apartment was prison-esque and our entire floor (excluding the 5 or 6 of us) were computer science majors...yikes. It was totally fun though. Moving out was the best thing ever. The fun and independence and basically everything involved was simply amazing...and I'm back home.

18. This one was also missing from the list. Chelsea added this...I liked it ok so I kept it. The first time you failed a test? I think the first time I failed a test was in college...I don't remember ever failing a test or quiz previous to my first biology test my first year of college. I wasn't used to having to study for anything and the night before was my first kiss with Adam the great...not surprising I failed. The whole class was a bomb.

19. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsman? I was a flower girl in my cousin Brenda's wedding when I was little but my first bridesmaid experience was in Brittany and Kody's wedding.

20. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Wish I was dead. I am NOT a morning person. I hit snooze on both alarms (yes, I need two because I often turn one off without knowing it...I'm a mess in the mornings) and eventually realize that I actually do need to wake up. Then I usually just dress, brush my teeth and leave...I'm junk, I know, but my classes start at 7:30 so I have to leave by's just not worth getting ready for...I shower and get ready after class and before work.

There you have it...waste a little time of your own now!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

To my delightful little stalker...

Sorry guys, this one is long. Just read it though...k? I got a comment on my last blog post from an anonymous (barely) person which was a bit harsh. I am posting this for opinions. Be honest with me. I can take it. For those of you who actually know me...tell me what you honestly think of me. Here's the comment and my remarks on the comment:

"I stumbled onto your blog from a friend's...and I just wanted to comment on you and your childish, rude attitude towards others. You are not perfect, and neither are the innocent
people you make fun of on your blog. Too bad you have nothing else going on in your life, and
that is all you have to share! Good luck with the "temple marriage"...people like you do not
belong in the temple."

Wow! I'd like to thank you for your honest comment. However, I'm not so sure you had any place to leave said comment. For a split second, I considered deleting your comment but then I thought, "no, she's allowed to have an opinion and to voice it. Who am I to deny her that right? Even if she obviously thinks I don't deserve the same right." so I will leave her comment for all to view...and for her to regret (I assume it's a her because I think I know exactly who she is...information I will keep to myself).

This post isn't necessarily one of self-defense. I don't wish to deny that I am imperfect, childish, and rude. I am most certainly all of those things. I shall now address the comment bit by bit...just so you might at least know the person you are judging (judging in general is frowned upon but judging a complete stranger?...really?).


I am far from perfect. I will never claim perfection. I don't think I am better than anybody else. I work to reduce my many imperfections but as I am not the only perfect being ever to walk the Earth, the best I can do is to strive to be more like him. Strive being the key word...don't misconstrue this statement. I don't claim to be Christlike. But I like to think I am putting in a solid effort.


I am absolutely childish and this is something I do not and will not ever try to change about myself. I am playful and fun loving and perhaps a little immature but I don't care. I like that about myself. Many don't. That's fine.


I'm a jerk. I totally know this. Luckily, I have dramatically improved upon this over the course of my lifetime but there's still plenty of work to be done. I don't beat up others anymore (sorry, Heidi) or punch my friends (sorry most of you). I would like to make a few notes on this one though.
  1. I won "meanest girl" in high school. I thought this was awesome. Seriously. I was in the choir presidency and helped tally the votes and many of the students who wrote me in for "meanest girl" also wrote me in for "nicest girl." Jessica Moore won. She was nice...also a little sarcastic which made me like her even more. Caryn Allen was next in line. She is also very nice, one of my very good friends, and I like her a lot...but she backhanded me in the 9th grade. It was certainly deserved but she is clearly not perfect either. Third...who was third nicest? Oh, yeah. It was me. I was voted the nicest and the meanest on a lot of papers. To me, this is a huge complement. Why? Because it means I'm the most honest.
  2. Now how my rudeness is actually brutal honesty. I am not afraid to tell the truth or speak my mind. I am SOOO proud of this. A lot of my friends and family love this about me because they know they can trust me. A lot of people (judgmental stalker) hate this about me. I know there are plenty of people who don't appreciate my candid nature and quite frankly I don't care. I have enough people in my life who like me for who I am and I am comfortable and happy with who I I lose a few friends because I'm honest...happy to lose them. But, if you (self-righteous stalker) ever want to swallow your pride and like me for who I am, I'll be one of the best friends you have ever had. I may not see my friends a lot but I am loyal to the core and would do anything for any one of them. You, miss, are really missing out.
  3. I think your little comment which calls me rude is perhaps a bit hypocritical (as is calling me childish...I mean, you left an anonymous slam on a stranger's blog...can we say 7th grade?). I am rude aren't sugar coated. It's fine. It's who you are. Some of us are just jerks. Us meaning you and I. That's right...same boat sista! And it isn't rude to say the woman smelled badly and had a's true! She was rank! My eyes were watering. And she could shave the 'stach and donate it to locks of love! It was major. People can say true things about did. Example: I'm rude and childish. I'm also really not thin. I'm loud. I'm super annoying. I demand a lot of attention. It's maybe a little insensitive to say certain TRUE things about people but there is nothing, nothing, NOTHING wrong with telling the truth (I plan to come back to this so prepare yourselves).
I have nothing in my life:

False. This proves you only read one post. I'm friggin busy and I have such a full and wonderful life. I'm in school (which admittedly blows) and I love my friends and my family and I am obsessed with music and service and I love laughing and playing. I have an amazing life. I just like to poke a little bit of fun sometimes. I let you speak your mind. Let me speak is my blog after all. Not yours. On your blog you can write about smelly, mustachioed old women and how you love them and want to spend your every waking moment with them. I choose not to. Just deal, k?

Temple Marriage:

This one was the kicker. This was the only part of that ridiculous comment I actually have an issue with. I do belong in the temple and your false issuance of good luck is unnecessary. I'm going and it will be awesome and I will have the most successful and wonderful marriage in the history of marriages. My bishop believes me to be worthy. My stake president does. Jesus loves me for who I am. Are you so far above the afore mentioned three that you think you really have any right saying I don't belong there? Not that this is any one's business but I'll include it anyway. I am honest (brutally sometimes but always am) with my fellow men. I pay a full tithe. I am chaste. I support prophets past and present. I attend my church meetings and put a lot of effort into my calling (even though I don't want it). I don't remember all of the requirements but I know I have and will passed/pass with flying colors. I, like EVERY OTHER PERSON EVER TO INHABIT THE EARTH, also deserve an eternal marriage and a shot at eternal life. It's blaspheme for you to say I don't belong there.

I may be a jerk sometimes but I also spend every Friday night volunteering for a program in which I play, spend time with, and teach disabled children. I have made and donated roughly 40 quilts (and tons of other stuff) to various organizations (Tiny Tim - which them takes them to impoverished families in Mexico, PCMC, etc.). I ALWAYS give at least a dollar to whatever institution the local grocer or drive through restaurant chooses to support (St. Jude's, Diabetes, Breast Cancer, etc.) and I barely make enough to pay for my gas to get to school and work. I would drop anything to help a friend...or even stranger...who really needed me. I serve my fellow man every chance I get. I love improving the lives of others. I am going to school in medicine so I can devote my life to providing medical care to orphans in 3rd world countries. I'm not perfect but I love and serve those around me...which proves that I love and serve my Savior. I don't like preaching or talking about myself in this regard...especially via blogger (sorry for anyone looking for a little comic relief). I am genuinely a good person and I am very proud of myself and what I do for others. It isn't your place to judge me. I've used this before (you might know) and I'm using it again...are you without sin? Then quit throwing fetching rocks at me! I tease but I didn't attack the old woman's character and I wouldn't DARE deny her a deserved place in paradise. You must be awfully important to have such authority.

Last bit of advice to my anonymous comment leaver: Don't be so judgmental...especially in situations you know nothing about. Don't treat people like you are above them because whether you are or not isn't really up to you. I'm sure you are a wonderful person but now I'll never know. I do know that everybody will eventually be judged and will be held accountable for their actions. I can live with that. Can you?

Comments please? I'll take any and all...except for anonymous ones because for some reason I decided to longer allow completely anonymous comments. Shocked? Seriously though...comments?

Monday, February 16, 2009

Love to Love...

My Valentine's weekend was packed with stuff I love.

1: Adam. Duh. Adam took me to the state swim meet on Friday and Saturday. I basically spent the entire weekend with Adam which inevitably made it an awesome one. I love Adam.

2: My brother. I spent a lot of Friday and Saturday at the State swim meet supporting my amazing brother. He really is one of my very favorite people. He is a hard worker, and amazing swimmer and a really cool person. He did really well...not as well as he would have wished...but good enough to impress me and make me proud (an easy task for him). Good job kid! You really are better than any other high school aged boy in the entire world. I love my brother.

3: Family: The whole fam damily was at the meet and I like hanging out with them. Darrin has been my basement roommate for 2 of the past 3 weeks and Aliese came up for the weekend. An aunt, an uncle, and 4 cousins also attended the meet. I love my family/cousins. Kelli, one of my favorite people, Adam and I ate dinner and had some childish fun...note the broken bed below. I love fun. I also love a little bit of mockery...note the woman (who smelled SOOO bad) and her horrible moustache. It's hard to see in the picture because it's gray but it is a full moustache. I sat right behind her and had the tactlessness to not only mock her openly but to take a picture of her. I may end up in hell but I laughed a lot which was nice.
4: Valentine's Day. I love Valentine's Day. Adam was gonna take me to Mimi's for breakfast before the meet but the wait was quite long and there wasn't time so we didn't eat until after the meet. We ate at the brick oven, went back to WJ and hung out the rest of the day. He got me the newest version of Pride & Prejudice (well loved by me) and a lovely card. I love love. We also hung out with some friends for a bit...Kelsey's birthday is Feb. 14th so we celebrated it up. We closed the evening with late night Adam and Jen fav. I loved the whole day.
I had an awesome weekend and President's day (no school/no work) was just the icing on the cake.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

If Lifetime Fitness had a face...

...I'd punch its lights out! My employment with Lifetime Fitness has been a friggin joke! I was hired as the assistant department head. After about 6 months I was demoted (without being told) to a head lifeguard. I think the reason was because the position was being switched to full time which I could not do. The department head I was working under left and pure evil took her place. This woman is dumb as a brick. The male lifeguards call her "hot body, ugly face" behind her back because she is super fit but looks like a B to the I. She has no idea how to run a pool and I'm not even sure she can swim. She isn't even a trained lifeguard. Good work, Lifetime! Hire a woman who knows NOTHING about ANYTHING...including lifeguarding or pool run a pool. She sucks. Seriously.

Anyway, stupid new lady eventually demoted me to lifeguard (without telling me...are we beginning to see a trend). I assume this is because I only worked twice a month and never went to inservice on account of my hatred for her...fair enough. Mostly because she's as useless as dinosaur spit, Adam and I didn't work in December or January. We went in and asked her what it takes to get on the schedule these days...she said we had to work at least once a week (which we usually did). We said "ok" and her response was in the form of a really stupid look on her face (which I mentally slapped off!). Then she said we might have to fill out some paper work. Stupid woman basically fired us (without telling us)! I couldn't believe it. This ridiculous company has screwed me over so many times and this would be the last! False.

Adam wanted to keep working there because they give employees a free membership. He thinks it's worth it to work for/with complete scum (not just the dumb one...everyone there sucks). This has been the case after every event resulting in my outrage...we continue working there for the membership (which my very unfit body clearly rarely uses). I've been wanting to quit FOR-E-VER but, because Adam won't, I may as well stay so I can at least be with him on Friday nights (when we work). We also had a few friends that worked there which isn't the case anymore. I have worked there longer than any other member of the aquatics staff (management included) and I have only been there a year and a half. The turnover is incredible because it's such a crappy company to work for.

Ah...back to how I was screwed over, yet again... So, Adam and I got put back on the schedule to work every Friday night thus putting in our once weekly for the freakin membership. I was late (due to the paint fest) and Adam clocked me in while I changed into my guard clothes. When I got out on the pool deck and rotated, Adam informed me that we weren't being paid...the clocking in didn't work. "WHAT!!!??? What are we still doing here!?" But nice old Adam couldn't bring himself to let us leave because we wouldn't be hurting sucky manager, we'd be screwing over (I've said this a lot this post) the other response, "true, but at least they're being paid." UN-BELIEVABLE! She knew we weren't on payroll and still scheduled us! I already totally hate this job and now I'm doing it for free? No way. I hope now Adam will finally let us quit...I'm going to regardless.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Shame on me! I guess it's my own fault for sticking around and letting them treat me like shish (very uncharacteristic of me). Stupid Lifetime Fitness. Rant over.


On Friday I decided to spend 7 hours taping and painting my friends' apartment. Perhaps this wasn't the absolute best use of my time as my room could use a little attention and I always have plenty of studying to do but I like to paint and I like them so why not?

Brittany and Kody knew I was going to tape their accent walls but I don't know if they expected me to paint them too...but I did...and it looks so good. After the fact my right shoulder and lower back were a little sore (I have a few lessons to learn from Mr. Miagi...then maybe both arms would be equally sore). I also have amazing bruises tracking down the front of my shins and a goose egg per knee just below my patella...this is from continually climing up on a chair to do the parts I couldn't reach. I tried to take pictures but my injuries didn't show up well enough to make it worth it...I'm not a great photographer (note the shiny light from my flash in the pictures).

Worst Poofer Ever!

The other day, Adam and I were driving around as we sometimes do. I was people watching a bit and in the car next to us was the worst poof I've ever seen. I tried taking a picture of it but I'm quite sure crappy poof hair girl and her friend knew what I was up to, were possibly weirded out, and were out manuevering me. So I tried to reproduce it in paint. It's hard to see what I was going for but this girl's hair was all straight and her ratted nasty poof started about an inch away from her hairline and grew and grew from there. It looked like a massive rats' nest...seriously...never before has that ridiculous term made thanks to horrible rat poof hair girl for shedding light on the term.

See in the side view how it grows bigger and bigger and then comes back into her scalp? Awful!