tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59679527885086965852024-03-05T17:40:28.077-08:00You can call me AudgeAudgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-62940932947708052852013-09-06T23:47:00.001-07:002013-09-07T08:49:11.619-07:00So long, summer. It's been real.Obviously I am no good at blogs. I'm assuming true bloggers are the ones that write in theirs regularly and read lots of other people's. I do neither.<br />
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Here's an overview of my <strike>summer</strike> past 8 months (in no specific order):<br />
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My nephew August Crew Mitchell was born.<br />
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The month of August--that's a whole blog post in itself. But I'll summarize. My brothers Scotty and Seth both have birthdays in August. The 12 year mark since Scotty died was on August 16th. Which is also Seth's birthday. My brother-in-law John has a birthday in August, too. Laura and John celebrate their wedding anniversary in August. So do Seth and Allecia. I went on a cruise to the Caribbean. I laid on gorgeous beaches in Mexico, snorkeled and played with monkeys in Roatán, Honduras, and went tubing down a river inside huge caves in Belize (our dorky driver/river guide kept telling dirty jokes and saying everything in Belize is "unbelizable"). I also went to Arizona and saw some of my best friends.<br />
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I visited my <strike>little</strike> younger brother Seth and his wife Allecia in Idaho (twice).</div>
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I got a job in Salt Lake City in February and moved up to Salt Lake City in July. </div>
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Had a relationship begin and end.<br />
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My high school boyfriend, Ryan Newson, passed away. RIP.<br />
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I got my wisdom teeth out. Amazing experience--no joke.<br />
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Attended my annual girls reunion with my sisters, sisters-in-law, and my mom.<br />
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Hung with lots of family lots of times.<br />
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Just had fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">because Dunkin Donuts = fun</td></tr>
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Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664856845318155928noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-16354912964213579912013-01-01T21:43:00.000-08:002013-01-01T21:54:41.151-08:00Christmas 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Christmas was all 22 of my immediate family members at home.</div>
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Christmas was feeding the homeless.</div>
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Christmas was seeing Les Miserables.</div>
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It was watching a bunch of other movies, too.</div>
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Christmas was a staring contest. A new side of my sister-in-law Kat came out. Respect.</div>
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Christmas was sleeping in.</div>
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Christmas was sunny skies with temperatures in the 50s.</div>
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It was making Oreo truffles, chocolate/caramel dipped pretzels, etc.</div>
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Christmas was <strike>caroling</strike> meowing and barking on all fours. Still not sure if I should feel proud or embarrassed of that.</div>
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It was a crapload of presents of all shapes and sizes. See hanging diaper picture below.</div>
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Christmas was Dominoes pizza for Christmas dinner.</div>
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It was John getting stitches.</div>
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Christmas was a miniature dance party and finding out that Aaron, my brother-in-law, is a closet professional dancer.</div>
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Christmas was eating lots of Oreo shakes.</div>
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It was staying up late playing picture telephone.</div>
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Christmas was reading about the birth of Jesus in Luke 2.</div>
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Christmas was, in one word, happiness.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think it is safe to say that Laura is terrible at staring contests.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Straight up pulled that tortilla mask out of her shirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Maybe Santa will bring you a Skittle." -Ann</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evidence of our weirdness</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since there were plenty of diapers to go around, why not use one to wrap a Christmas present? Brilliant, John.</td></tr>
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<br />Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664856845318155928noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-24301648453968830002012-11-30T16:59:00.002-08:002012-11-30T16:59:59.740-08:00Contents of My Purse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Do you think the contents of someone's purse can tell you what that person is like? Here is what is in my <strike>garbage dump</strike> purse.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ibuprofen, Dayquil, cough drops, Cepacol throat soothers, and some other antibiotic</td></tr>
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I am neither ill, nor a hypochondriac. Those meds have been in my purse for years. I once had a nasty cold/flu and was taking all of those drugs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 pens, 2 pencils, and a BIC marker</td></tr>
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No, I am not a passionate writer or artist. I just have OCD tendencies and I get carried away with the thought, "I'll need a back-up just in case this one runs out."<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taco Bell sauce packets</td></tr>
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I like Taco Bell. However, those have also been in my purse for years. I once stashed them in there so that the next time Taco Bell people were skimpy with their sauce, I could bust these out. Every time I have gotten Taco Bell since then I have forgotten about these packets.<br /><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">17 cents</td></tr>
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I'm poor. I am also too lazy to put change in my wallet.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blistex, lip gloss, and more lip gloss that has not been used since I was 15 (that's 9 years ago, people)</td></tr>
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What girl doesn't have these things in her purse?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">gum</td></tr>
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Or this?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kleenex</td></tr>
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This was on top of my dresser when I went home to Vegas so I put it in my purse "just in case." Insert hypochondriac and OCD comments [here].<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trash. Mostly receipts, an empty bottle of ibuprofen, and packing list for Thanksgiving in Vegas</td></tr>
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Sometimes I think my purse is equivalent to a trash can, so receipts, movie ticket stubs, empty ibuprofen bottles, gum wrappers, etc. start to multiply like rabbits.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A petrified gummy bear</td></tr>
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I WAS SAVING IT FOR LATER. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">And forgot about it.</span><br />
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Someone had leftover Halloween candy so they gave it to me for my birthday one week later.<br />
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Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664856845318155928noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-49986797746649529942012-08-10T19:19:00.002-07:002012-08-10T19:19:46.506-07:00Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lots of pictures means lots of good stuff to document. The last little while has been filled with lots of good stuff. Most importantly, lots of time with my family. I experience true joy when I am with them. Nothing better than that. One of the nights we were all together we played a game where one person thinks of a question, then everyone answers on a little piece of paper, and the person who asked the question reads off the answers. Each person gets a turn to guess who wrote what. When you guess right, you get a point. When you guess wrong, it is the next person's turn. If your answer is guessed correctly then you are out. Anyhow, (I know my sister Laura already mentioned this on her blog <a href="http://www.topsyandhavoc.com/2012/08/a-zombie-apocalypse.html">here</a>) but I have to mention it, too. The question was: "If there was a zombie apocalypse outside, who at this table would you throw out to the zombies? Let's just say 4 of the responses had either Charlie (my cousin) or Charley (my brother) in them. Hahaha. Suckers. This is just one reason why I love my family. We all bust a gut laughing when we get together and do funny things like play that fun game. </div>
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Now let's take a tour through my pictures.</div>
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I recently decided that I was going to make a cake that I saw on Pinterest when I actually used to get on that site. Aesthetically, if I do say so myself, it was rad. (Taste-wise; eh. I am going to change the recipe if I ever make it again.) And what better occasion than to make it for my cool niece Weslie's birthday?<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This colorful explosion has my nephew Mac written all over it.</td></tr>
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I also made several trips down to Vegas and back to Utah. This picture was on the way back up to Utah in the Fillmore-ish area. Amazing, right?</div>
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Then it was time to get ready for my brother's wedding and reception. It turned out to be awesome. </div>
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My brother Seth and his (now) wife Allecia were married in the Las Vegas LDS temple. What a pretty place it is!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my sissy waiting for Seth and Allecia to come out of the temple</td></tr>
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Let me just take a minute to tell you about my cousins Charlie and Heather (far left and far right). Seth and I grew up with them. They live in California, and all growing up we would spend as much time with them as possible. They were even with us when my brother Scotty died 11 years ago.They'd come out to Vegas for a week or two, and we'd go out there to Visalia, CA for a week or two to visit them. Many of my fondest memories in life involve these two. They're funny, creative, artistic, and purely awesome. Candy, tents, toilet papering, ghost stories, secret clubs, water parks, Wal-Mart runs, late-night exploring, and the movie <i>Clue </i>are just a FEW words that describe my childhood with them. I love them like it's nobody's business. The four of us being together at Seth's wedding was the first time we had been reunited in four years, which, of course, was four years too long. </div>
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Anyway, the reception was in my backyard. Lights, good food, good company, dancing, and a slide show (that I could only watch for a couple minutes, because, well duh, my baby brother got married and has a new partner-in-crime so girl's gonna get a little choked up). Oh, and sparklers to send them off!</div>
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So Seth and Allecia went off to CA to honeymoon it up, and the rest of my immediately family (with the exception of my brother Charley, unfortunately) headed to Zion National Park in Utah to go camping. First we stopped at a tiny little restaurant right outside of Zion. </div>
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I also canyoneered Key Hole with my mom, dad, brother-in-law Aaron, sister Ann, sister Laura and brother-in-law John, and niece Weslie. It was awesome. All in all, the camping trip was so fun. Canyoneering, good food, family, hikes, amazing scenery, etc. THANK YOU SARAH AND AARON FOR PLANNING AND PUTTING EVERYTHING TOGETHER. Right before we left camp, we decided to figure out who would plan the next family reunion and when it would be. My sissy Ann said, "Well we'll have another one when Audrey gets married, whenever that is." It got pin-drop silent as everyone simultaneously turned their heads and looked at me. All I could respond with was a</div>
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On the way home Autumn had a little bit of chocolate ice cream. But you can't really tell. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pp-O4XeLcBSqr_cGJtvvbjKRsYj9SICzc8gflLyp4NxZtA4OHXD6wxkbrqNnUodnQ8eDGEtjl24ZCLYVDVyXcZO7psGRNj5qpH6DhvXVuvljmFepHPUHE4RuFA_-8CsQFIB1prLFHxhB/s1600/IMG_0708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pp-O4XeLcBSqr_cGJtvvbjKRsYj9SICzc8gflLyp4NxZtA4OHXD6wxkbrqNnUodnQ8eDGEtjl24ZCLYVDVyXcZO7psGRNj5qpH6DhvXVuvljmFepHPUHE4RuFA_-8CsQFIB1prLFHxhB/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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So, life has been good. I'm so glad I have had such awesome experiences this summer before I start my LAST semester at BYU this fall. Weeee!</div>
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<br />Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-16358765500508165292012-06-30T14:23:00.002-07:002012-06-30T14:33:27.060-07:00Vegas and some thoughtsWent to Vegas this past weekend with my friends Thomas, Mac, and Mitch. We swam, we raced really fast go-karts, we went to the strip, we went to the outlet malls, we ate out, we swam some more, (they) played basketball and scooterball, we swam some more, I converted them to the ridiculousness of <i>The Bachelorette</i> (hehe) and, while we were out for an "evening stroll", we were yelled at by some old, gruff geezer who was holding something long and black who wanted to know "what the bleep we were doing?!"<br />
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Me, to myself, while shaking in my flip flops: "GULP. Is that a gun he's holding?"<br />
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Nah, it was a cane. Much less threatening. We told him we didn't know it was private property (It was a plot of tumbleweed-filled desert with a lot of junk, like old tires and tin cans and worthless crap like that, geez) and that we would leave. So we bailed.<br />
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This summer I've been able to read some great books, including <i>The Life of Pi</i> and <i>Cold Sassy Tree</i> and <i>These is My Words</i>. All really great books. I am reading <i>These is My Words</i> right now, and it is probably my favorite of the books I have read this summer. Last night I read from 12:30 to 2:30 in the morning; I couldn't put that book down. The author does an incredible job of really attaching you to characters. I've also made some new discoveries while reading scriptures, which is always cool. I'm thankful for books. They offer so much. And they keep me from watching an entire season of LOST in one day.<br />
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Lately I've gone through a period of some serious introspection. Socrates once said, "The unexamined life is not worth living for a human being." Evaluating myself--my habits, my beliefs, my behaviors toward others, my goals--though disappointing at times, is necessary for me. It helps me to be a better person. And, interestingly enough, my introspection helps me think about how I can be better at considering others and their perspectives, their needs, their beliefs. And there's always room for improvement.<br />
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Overall, though, life is good.<br />
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Summer has been:<br />
Picnics.<br />
Swings.<br />
Shakes.<br />
Hot tub.<br />
Seven Peaks.<br />
Dirty Dash.<br />
Photo shoots.<br />
Work.<br />
Books.<br />
Friends.<br />
Family.<br />
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Love this time of year.Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-32928681489296995702012-05-12T11:35:00.001-07:002012-05-12T11:51:10.691-07:00Meet Seth<br />
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I started looking through the thousands of pictures on my computer and I started noticing a trend in a lot of the pictures and videos I have of Seth. Can you tell what it is? The kid has serious hops. Anyway, looking at pictures with Seth in them got me thinking about him. What a cool kid. So, if you haven't met him, I introduce to you my younger brother Seth, aka Pups, Puppy, Befford, and about 138 other nicknames.</div>
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1. Dude's got a wicked vocabulary. There have been times where he'll be using some big words and I just stand there like a dummy with a question mark over my head.<br />
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2. He's insanely athletic. My senior year of high school he ran cross country with me (he was my savior that season, though he might not know it) and he was the one who, despite the coach and captains telling us not to, would just start walking every now and then while the rest of us would be dying a thousand deaths, using every fiber of our being to not keel over and die in the middle of the dry, 120 degree hideous deserts of Las Vegas during our what seemed to be hellishly long runs. Why would he walk? Well for one thing, our lazy coach thought it a better idea to stay back at the high school and wait for the team to get back from our run, so Seth could get away with it. But in all honesty, I think Seth just got bored. "Eh, this 40-40 (run for 40 minutes out into the desert, and then run for 40 minutes back) is dull, I'm going to switch things up a little and walk." And guess what? None of us could say anything. Why? Because Seth has lightening speed. There he was, a sophomore in high school. His first time running cross country. DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY that much at practice because we all knew that he would kick most people's trash in the races. And let's be real. He hated cross country (so did I), so why would he try hard? Anyway, that's just running. He's amazing at everything he tries. Was placed on the varsity volleyball team his sophomore year in high school. I was once chucking my rugby ball at him from 10 feet away with a lot of my energy, over and over, and he caught them all...ONE HANDED. I think his sweat glands in his hands also secrete glue. Basketball. Football. Soccer. You name it, he's good at it. The best thing about all of this? He's humble, so you probaby didn't know most of this.<br />
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3. Seth is an aspiring doctor and is on a very comfortable road to that goal. Smart dude.<br />
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4. Pups is getting married in August to a seriously incredible girl. Her name is Allecia.<br />
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5. He's one of the biggest goofballs this world has ever seen. He can make the weirdest and most ridiculous noises and most hideous faces, that I am frequently amazed (and disturbed) in a "where-does-this-kid-come-from?" kind of way.</div>
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6. He holds the mile run record at Leavitt Middle School in Las Vegas.</div>
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7. I could go on for hours but this post is already too long, sooooo, last, but CERTAINLY not least...</div>
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8. Seth is very Christlike. I have several examples of the incredible services he has done in his life. But, seeing as he is a true Christian, he probably would not want me to share them to the world. Seth does not just live. He lives like Christ.</div>
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Seth is one of my best friends. He's younger, but has set a huge example to me in many ways. I will forever be grateful for him. </div>
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There is 1200 lbs. of sheet rock in front of the door, however. So, he tells us to stand back as some people tr</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">y to move it out of the way. Well, let's just say I didn't stand back far enough. The sheet rock tipped over onto my body, and I hit my head on the ground. (If you ask me, I will show you a scar/scar tissue on my forehead that is hidden by my hair for the most part). My scraped up head was the least of the doctor's worries, because I had shattered the biggest bone in my body--my right femur. Let me remind you that this was back in the day when you couldn't use metal rods to correct a broken femur. The way to go was a body cast. So, for the next two weeks I was in the hospital, and the next four months I was in a b</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">ody cast. Four months, people. Now this might sound like a crappy *expletive* situation, and I will get to that, but trust me, there were benefits. Or at least my hyper, positive, unscathed little four-year-old mind thought so. Here's why:</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">1. I was in the hospital over Christmas=the whole ward showered me with gifts</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">2. I'm pretty sure I only ate popsicles in the hospital</div><div style="font-style: normal; ">3. Dude, I was i<span style="font-size: 100%; ">n a wheelchair for a short while. Wheel chair and little kid=fun</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">4. I was the center of attention for four months</div><div>5. Being in a stiff body cast did not stop me from moving around. I simply slithered across the floor. You know the part in the animated <i>How the Grinch Stole Christmas</i> movie when the Grinch slithers out of a house that he robbed of Christmas cheer? That's what I looked like. Except I u<span style="font-size: 100%; ">sed my arms to help myself out. Anyway, my four-year-old arms were bulging (probably).</span></div><div>6. About 5 million more people could sign my cast because it was on my WHOLE BODY.</div><div>7. I had a legitimate excuse for not showering. </div><div>8. I could totally play the sympathy card when I didn't want to eat vegetables. All anyone would have to do was look<span style="font-size: 100%; "> at me. I was a pathetic little piece of plaster.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>The crappy things about breaking my leg:</div><div>1. I was in the hospital for Christmas</div><div>2. Getting an itch=too bad for me. Just embrace the torture.</div><div>3. There was a big hole in the cast where that certain area of the body allows you to use the potty. So my mom made me specialized undies that went over the cast. I looked seriously white trash.</div><div><br /></div><div>That<span style="font-size: 100%; ">'s pretty much it. I was a happy little camper in that mise</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">rable little cast, even though I l</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">ooked something like this:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7neWlzsY2OZezJRuVysiiTqbVJPDRnQWZ5T-xwdyJsIvDIgbIORc_JQ5sKVY78e6LIDqkAc_tMHDhFcp_9ZCBmqFm7lIqqehmpvl8QETuAvIBu8aTMPkQa9GON01t5Zda0pCcyss7JOs/s320/body+cast+drawing+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725384342859877810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px; " /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 100%; ">The end.</span></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03664856845318155928noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-25531494460064317072012-03-04T15:03:00.004-08:002012-03-04T15:31:48.051-08:00Oh brother.Things I get a kick out of:<div><br /></div><div>1. Dudes cupping their pecks at the gym. Happens ALL THE TIME. Trust me, an hour on the stationary bike gives me lots of time to people watch. They might as well roll up their sleeves and kiss their biceps while they're at it.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. The couple at the gym yesterday who was hugging and gazing into each other's eyes every second. Picture this: girlfriend is on leg press machine. Boyfriend is standing next to leg press machine, watching her. Girlfriend finishes, gets off, girlfriend and boyfriend immediately hug, and boyfriend gets on leg press machine. Not joking. And I take that back, I don't get a kick out of that. Rather, they almost got a kick from<span style="font-size: 100%; "> me.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>3. My fast-walking skills that I inherited from my mom, especially in the winter time. Why would I walk slow when my whole body is cursing profanities at the cold weather? I blaze past everyone.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. The fact that my Christmas tree is still up. (Although I doubt my roommates get a kick out it.) I'm taking it down soon, I promise. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. The fact that Ben Flajnik is going to pick Kourtney on the Bachelor.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. The fact that Ben Flajnik looks like Francine from Arthur.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKaqbi8i3KSvXo4junlsSpQTDYXeaSp8Fyyxy9_Kp49QEEua1J9s3ONgRDb2kAdX2DcRF8KP55qv4scRN9dcQjxlEckG9gsZlrubKrmL_TLUAFf1MC_6hodSQ7Bqxr9f2JFCYhaRbpoCXe/s320/ben+and+francine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716186622602982738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 153px; " /></div><div>7. Ben Flajnik. The guy is a joke. A really dumb joke.</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's all for now. </div><div><br /></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-9935064821734344742012-01-18T10:36:00.001-08:002012-01-18T11:23:19.182-08:00Dead.Did you know that I once died? I was four years old. I'll tell you how.<div><br /></div><div>My dad's side of the family was having a family reunion at a natural oasis about 45 minutes outside of Vegas called Warm Springs. It is a natural pond with turtles and fish swimming around in it and is surrounded by palm trees. There is a rope swing, a slide, a cliff to jump from, a diving board...all the best stuff. And, just as the name of it implies, the water is warm. And crystal clear. For me and the rest of the Mitchell-side crazies, this place was too good to be true. TURTLES in the pond? Dude.</div><div><br /></div><div>The people who bought this place built a mansion next to it and cleared out some ground for a camping area and would rent it out to families. So we camped out and the next morning all the adults started cooking breakfast in the outdoor kitchen. All 8 million of us kids jumped in the pool. Heaven forbid we wait 3o minutes to eat first and THEN swim. So I'm having a grand old time with my awesome floaties on my arms. The adults yell, "Yo, come eat yo breakfast" (or something close to that) and we all hop out and start pigging out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's where it gets bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>I took off my floaties to eat. And while I was eating I of course had a one-track mind (swimming turtles swinging fishies), so as soon as I'm done I book it on over to the diving board and jump off into the warm water.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's when it hit me. I was already in the water when I realized that I hadn't put my pink floaties back on.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember panicking and opening my eyes under water and seeing the bottom of the pond.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, people are eating and cleaning and jumping and swimming and swinging and diving. And my dad's side of the family is pretty big. It was a zoo. So no one noticed that I had just jumped into the pond floaty-less. And I don't blame them.</div><div><br /></div><div>A while later my mom is cleaning up the kitchen when she gets a distinct impression to come and look for me. She starts asking around, seeing if anyone has seen me. She starts to panic, as half of the group doesn't know where I am, and the other half is having fun and hasn't noticed. </div><div><br /></div><div>She runs over to the pond and sees my body at the bottom. She screams and, fully clothed, jumps in and pulls out what she did not know at the time was my lifeless body. My body was blue and and my eyes were dilated--clinical signs of death. The party suddenly got quiet as my mom was screaming for help. My aunt Velinda, an RN, and my brother Charley, who had just learned CPR in scouts, started performing CPR on me. My mom was beside herself. People were gathered all around me. After several minutes of pumping and breathing, miraculously, I came to and started coughing up lots of water, then let out a scream..."I've never heard a more blood-curdling scream" my mom told me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone packed up and we were on our way home. I was laying down in my family's 15-passenger van and my siblings were all surrounding me and asking me if I knew their names. I did. In fact, I seemed to be just fine. </div><div><br /></div><div>A couple hours later I was running around the house with my brothers and sisters and cousins. That night I slept in my parents' bed between my mom and dad. My mom says that I woke up early in the morning, sat straight up and said, "I know that Heavenly Father and Jesus and Santa Clause really love me." And then I went back to sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>She often wonders if I saw the godhead and thought the Holy Ghost was Santa Clause (long white beard=Santa. Duh.)</div><div><br /></div><div>My mom couldn't talk about the drowning incident for a while. It was too traumatizing for her. Several months later, she was talking to my aunt Velinda who assisted in saving my life and decided she was ready to talk about it. She asked her what her thoughts were when she was doing CPR. My aunt said that she knew I was dead but did CPR anyway to instill some hope in my mom. She said that there was no doubt in her mind that it was a complete miracle that I was alive and had no brain damage or anything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently my time on earth wasn't finished. </div><div><br /></div><div>The end.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.s. I might be a LITTLE brain damaged...</div><div><br /></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-10111226016562979602012-01-03T20:46:00.000-08:002012-06-11T20:59:48.109-07:002012<div style="text-align: justify;">
I was with my sister Laura today and we were talking about how every new year doesn't really represent "starting anew" for us, because the separation of 'the old year' and 'the new year' is one day. One day it's 2011 and the next it's 2012. Yeah, I've always made New Year's resolutions, but like Jeffrey R. Holland says, "...you only made five [resolutions] and you have already broken four. (I give that remaining one about another week.)" But, Laura said that this year is hers and John's year. She feels really good about starting fresh. And then I realized "Yeah. It's mine, too." Because I am going to MAKE it that way. (Ann, I thought of you and how you might have winced when you read that little curse word. My bad.)</div>
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So my constantly over-thinking mind's wheels have been a turnin today and I've come up with some resolutions that are going to FREAKING hard. Here are some, and only some, because many of them are private.</div>
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1. Take down some of my walls. I have walls that put the Great Wall of China to shame. Plus my walls have thick vines and layers of plaster and super glue and duct tape and chewed gum to keep 'em strong. Well they're coming down! </div>
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2. Just kidding that's all I want to share.</div>
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But I swear, I have other resolutions that I intend to keep. </div>
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So the resolutions for 2012 will be good for me, but I also can't help but be stoked about:</div>
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-my Seven Peaks season pass (I've always been turned off by the stereotyped people who go to Seven Peaks, but this summer I'll be hittin it up with some siblings so it will be fun)</div>
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-my H&M gift card that's worth 50 bones, even though I hate shopping</div>
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-my <a href="http://www.quarryclimbing.com/">Quarry</a> membership! Wee! My hands are already torn up.</div>
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-graduation in December (it's about bloody time)</div>
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-the arrival of my fifth niece</div>
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Sweet. Even though right now the thought of completing ANOTHER semester of school and having work at 7 in the blasted morning Monday through Friday makes me want to gouge out my own eyeballs, I am going to focus on the positive. </div>
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P.s. That quote from Elder Holland comes from <a href="http://www.ldschurchnews.com/articles/56453/Elder-Jeffrey-R-Holland-Remember-Lots-wife.html">this talk</a>. Read it. Better yet, WATCH it if you can find it on the internet. I promise you it will impact you. K bye.</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-3543662799325104802011-12-26T13:16:00.000-08:002011-12-26T14:38:09.799-08:00The Top Ten of Christmas<div>Some of the best parts of Christmas this year, in no particular order:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Caroling. My family doesn't sing, so instead we cranked some Trans-Siberian Orchestra and did air guitar/piano/violin. We had a conductor and a strobe light and groupies and everything. We got some great reactions from the peeps who were lucky enough to witness my family's talents. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. Spending time with my family and becoming even <i>more</i> attached to my niece, Autumn (Auggie).</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9a8GN4Bp2uAlsQaS0ktGhX6_s9vB_kh1bDQtnvXZEcMLLx8EdAMJyuW60d2Yzar2UvBl8bEul8MS5QP49fMjeKS6UzQhZYQosK-yU1wg-aiVMipaR26ySz0E0LdJ8Gdd9MOYSpQ-8kdPs/s320/Audrey+and+Auggie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690567002760855730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px; " /></div><div>3. Taking these pictures. Let these blow your mind.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAODjUyAC-lFPxw01kPwl6lR-588fFxu8qPtSuvCMuc4FHSmN2VAfvC00Eh7tHrASI7Z4ADdmV4l8g_JxLveNxcTNDu3zfbXZ-wDdgJMHjevjJcR7aG-PfEgyNU84GzK70OzBhuDx0yq-y/s1600/2011-12-18+16-04-29.482.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAODjUyAC-lFPxw01kPwl6lR-588fFxu8qPtSuvCMuc4FHSmN2VAfvC00Eh7tHrASI7Z4ADdmV4l8g_JxLveNxcTNDu3zfbXZ-wDdgJMHjevjJcR7aG-PfEgyNU84GzK70OzBhuDx0yq-y/s320/2011-12-18+16-04-29.482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690553953430076402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgd6yaUq2UfEGT4jjxZIRB85tM7Qzh8rsFuUETs1ah9Mx6UG4V8IBqepxQnDXKABLn8NzDsjTV54rTBgE15iYAXzX7X2FT_fyzxoufqvBMZCoefe_MhKW9MWpwxdgRtyLjhG-LWRLokN_/s1600/2011-12-23+22-54-58.512.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgd6yaUq2UfEGT4jjxZIRB85tM7Qzh8rsFuUETs1ah9Mx6UG4V8IBqepxQnDXKABLn8NzDsjTV54rTBgE15iYAXzX7X2FT_fyzxoufqvBMZCoefe_MhKW9MWpwxdgRtyLjhG-LWRLokN_/s320/2011-12-23+22-54-58.512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690553945546684898" style="cursor: pointer; 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Watching movies together. Hugo, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Paul Blart: Mall Cop, And of course, the Christmas classics. It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, Home Alone, etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Playing games. Bananagrams, Truth and Lie, Pictionary Telephone, and some other fun game that I don't know the name of that Laura and John taught us.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Making homemade sugar cookies. </div><div><br /></div><div>7. Actually sleeping.</div><div><br /></div><div>8. Christmas Eve dinner. What a feast, even though I didn't eat the pork. But trust me, IT WAS CALLING MY NAME.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Seeing my dad bust a move to the music I was cranking.</div><div><br /></div><div>10. Feeding the homeless. My family went down town to the Fremont Street area of Las Vegas and served a bunch of homeless people dinner. My mom's friend organized the whole thing, so my mom made some of her insanely good homemade bread (she grinds her own wheat, people) and we headed down there and served up some chili and crackers, bread, cookies, hot chocolate, candy canes, and other goods to many homeless people of Las Vegas. Some came back for seconds, thirds...FIFTHS. It was such a cool experience. One dude was in a motorized wheel chair and we all thought it was so great that he would finish one bowl of chili, put the pedal to the metal and blast on over for more.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Amen.</div></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-48600412542146832722011-11-29T11:27:00.000-08:002011-11-29T13:55:48.995-08:00Sup<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvTdUZtBAoxdn6MoOzvc_jlCOsstRilSqcdUyXVNMZcETlifHuGfMp0jNo0dVhXTwmU1w1-_uSIDKxEGemzvJVFeU738IPYPQWfhqc76fFvMTBaK-XNNt7knvdKdR1DzWIdkjyS8py8mk/s1600/094.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvTdUZtBAoxdn6MoOzvc_jlCOsstRilSqcdUyXVNMZcETlifHuGfMp0jNo0dVhXTwmU1w1-_uSIDKxEGemzvJVFeU738IPYPQWfhqc76fFvMTBaK-XNNt7knvdKdR1DzWIdkjyS8py8mk/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680512920889422754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eC3y8zZEQ0QwfpVNMQjj7INBVTgc3ffcjdXyXlmoqwWPO574_TlZkqpqHfqRDiJAtwmfCZSK27KtXo2Ngu_8M7LImnAxH9EI3Y-XXFXdPWpAU0tvpVrHrMOSNdMX4eBj7Dkv14XT3jhq/s1600/093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eC3y8zZEQ0QwfpVNMQjj7INBVTgc3ffcjdXyXlmoqwWPO574_TlZkqpqHfqRDiJAtwmfCZSK27KtXo2Ngu_8M7LImnAxH9EI3Y-XXFXdPWpAU0tvpVrHrMOSNdMX4eBj7Dkv14XT3jhq/s320/093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680512817581469698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTLnwlAIke2xlZLOjzW-vGdnm7ne7Z0A0gWQtmKnLYhj7rvKPMiM1iHcmYtiYTR428q8MTpbYiyypRWSFgocmCTcnwefWjbqJsFtQnhDPZAhLJgujEFJVhwSRUsse3awPYMM5Q_4zweDf/s1600/092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTLnwlAIke2xlZLOjzW-vGdnm7ne7Z0A0gWQtmKnLYhj7rvKPMiM1iHcmYtiYTR428q8MTpbYiyypRWSFgocmCTcnwefWjbqJsFtQnhDPZAhLJgujEFJVhwSRUsse3awPYMM5Q_4zweDf/s320/092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680512812383767474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iJY2-oMDuV3lzp2ygZY7bXw7PCfbnZt__TeQFAXnISWzyEINg00haRUuh1_WLaBv4NIOJWEqqPgTgdEawXEgEID3XXL6Bv-fyhZM0eo5NrPs8CFspzTrRf7016gnO_ImEi-tUwezjx1i/s1600/091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5iJY2-oMDuV3lzp2ygZY7bXw7PCfbnZt__TeQFAXnISWzyEINg00haRUuh1_WLaBv4NIOJWEqqPgTgdEawXEgEID3XXL6Bv-fyhZM0eo5NrPs8CFspzTrRf7016gnO_ImEi-tUwezjx1i/s320/091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680512806946686258" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBrCRV1RwJR7BLg9fouJBWTI9j3xgP_U3p3s90wa6bybjBUPywcpzIqL1pfuREot6F-p3fNRH8XnRqhfwiNRYYE_b3ES33QaA10e28GqWWORFW3OFWsHZAyjfzOsJYCL6AD05gDs5aHTd/s1600/090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBrCRV1RwJR7BLg9fouJBWTI9j3xgP_U3p3s90wa6bybjBUPywcpzIqL1pfuREot6F-p3fNRH8XnRqhfwiNRYYE_b3ES33QaA10e28GqWWORFW3OFWsHZAyjfzOsJYCL6AD05gDs5aHTd/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680512796338422994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0o44dmMqe5jFAD5-CffNh-wOmvm7cvzPU_iWz2o__4bjninpCDLZZ267PuXRVortaa5WwqS3Fx-5Q8L3OlF5TGrH4JIOkKtSD2gyaUntCBXMRJKtEqHSgHMeK3VvOxm6ygqy2ONZxAbz/s1600/089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0o44dmMqe5jFAD5-CffNh-wOmvm7cvzPU_iWz2o__4bjninpCDLZZ267PuXRVortaa5WwqS3Fx-5Q8L3OlF5TGrH4JIOkKtSD2gyaUntCBXMRJKtEqHSgHMeK3VvOxm6ygqy2ONZxAbz/s320/089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680512794729972306" /></a><br />Had a good Thanksgiving.<div>Stuffed my face with taters, precious.</div><div>And lots of fruit. Strawberries, blueberries, pineapple, grapes.</div><div>Oh and my mom's homemade rolls.</div><div>Also became even more attached to my niece, Auggie (Autumn).</div><div>Played some Mario Kart on the Wii. I'm such a spaz.</div><div>PUT UP THE CHRISTMAS TREE.</div><div>Lounged by the pool.</div><div>Did lot's of sleeping. I think I got caught up from the past few months.</div><div>Played some games.</div><div>Won some games.</div><div>Threw around the rugby ball.</div><div><i>Enjoyed </i>pie. Thanks, mom.</div><div>Celebrated my ma's birthday. She got a nook and some dollaz.</div><div>Watched Bourne Identity and Bourne Supremacy and True Grit. And other movies.</div><div>Cranked some tunes. </div><div>Didn't think about school once.</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-38972288588436600792011-10-24T21:38:00.000-07:002011-10-24T22:22:22.446-07:00I dare you to touch one more piano key.There's this piano in the Wilkinson Center on campus. It's for anyone to play, and it is in a large, open part of the building. So if someone starts playing, almost everyone in the building has to suffer through it. I made the stupid mistake of studying at a table very close to that blasted piano. Here I am cramming for a test in relative silence, and all of a sudden some dude starts plinking away at the piano. Some tune that I have never heard. Some tune that I am pretty sure this cat made up. It was a horrid little tune. The notes didn't seem cohesive or melodious. I know squat about music so I don't even know how to explain it. But it was the kind of tune that was seriously making me think bad thoughts about the dude playing it. I wanted to yell at him and tell him to stop driving everyone in the building to insanity. The fresh anticipation of the four tests I have to take this week did not help the situation. I decided I needed to leave before I blew a gasket. However, a few hours have passed and I think "Geez. I was really irritated. Yikes. Glad that's over with." <div><br /></div><div>But guess what just happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am writing this blog and the girls upstairs are being really annoying. Just like they are every night. Always shrieking and laughing late at night. A lot of the time fake laughing. And every move they make upstairs--every footstep, every door closing, every pulling or pushing of a chair across the tile is magnified in my apartment by about 500 decibels. So what do I do? I stand on my bed and start banging on the ceiling with my fist. Shut em up real quick. </div><div><br /></div><div>Looks like I am still in a "mess with me and I will cut you" mood. I blame it on the stress and lack of sleep. Four tests in one week? These professors. So sadistic. </div><div><br /></div><div>While I might be scaring everyone away from me as I write this, let me just sort of redeem myself by saying that I am so grateful for many things in my life. The biggest thing right now being that I am so so blessed to have my family so close by. Not only do I have extended family all around the valley, but Charley and Kat 5 minutes away, Sarah and Aaron 15 minutes away, and in a couple of days Laura and John TWO AND A HALF BLOCKS away. And the rest of my family a phone call away. I couldn't have been blessed with a cooler family. I love them all like it's nobody's business. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also it is almost Halloween. I love Halloween. So that makes me happy. I'm not entirely neurotic right now, you see. </div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: Every once in a great while someone will play an awesome song on the piano. Then I feel okay about someone playing that piano.</div><div><br /></div><div>One last IMPORTANT thing: everyone check out and follow my <a href="http://topsyhair.blogspot.com/">sister's hair blog</a>!</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-27535549909349433962011-09-29T12:36:00.000-07:002011-09-29T16:24:35.600-07:00Secret<div>I've been thinking about how being open with someone can go a long ways. I once had a conversation with my sister Sarah in which we were both agreeing that a trick to befriending someone is to open up to them. You decide how much you want to divulge and open up about; but the key is making it personal. It sends the message of "I have enough of an interest in being your friend that I am taking the step of confiding in you" and "I already trust to you to a degree, so I am going to tell you something personal." I'm not saying walk up to a stranger and yap in their face for an hour. I'm saying that this trick can work wonders when you are in the process of befriending someone.<div><br /></div><div>With that said, I have decided that I want to be more open with people outside of my family. I can be a talkative Tiffany with family members, and a select few friends, but that's about it. To everyone else I am Audrey who is kinda tomboyish sometimes, and that's about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I am going to tell you a secret. This is hard for me to do, but I think it will make me a better person. I have had an addiction for a while that almost nobody knows about. I don't like to talk about it because I feel exposed and ashamed. My addiction is</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pinterest. Did I scare any of you? Hahahahaha. Sorry (mom) if I gave you a heart attack. Oh, and when I say I have had this addiction for a while I mean 3 days, cause that's when I got a Pinterest account. I would hear about people (mostly Kat) talking about things they saw on Pinterest and how awesome Pinterest is. Then I started hearing about it more. So I looked it up. Within 10 minutes I was hooked. And you know what I decided? Pinterest is porn for women. Because it displays all things beautiful, creative, delicious, artistic, etc. However, I have a love hate relationship with Pinterest. I love it because I fantasize of acquiring or experiencing all of these wonderful things that I see on Pinterest. I hate it because oh yeah I don't have any money to buy those insanely cute clothes and oh yeah I am a broke, single undergrad, so owning my own home is waaaay hay hay hay down the road, let alone buying things to go <i>in</i> the home. And oh yeah I am a student so I don't have time to do creative things; all I do is read six psychology books and go to five psychology classes and work at a job that is at 7 a.m. every morning and that pays me as if I lived in the 1920s. So basically I hate looking at Pinterest knowing that I can't make it a reality. But you know what? Yes, I may be a tomboy and yes I may forget how to be girly sometimes, but I can assure you that when it comes to thing like home decor, just homes in general, clothes, holidays, cooking heavenly food, etc. I am ALL GIRL. Which is why Pinterest is the bomb. And it's clean. And there are millions of little tricks and do-it-yourself type things. Let me show you some gems.</div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpmzy6zC1Jbw3QqyVeMDYNJQ1sMzbKmfol3DWAWa-Hk5FW3EroPSExybmfqYv725jCyn2Ks1ScmNvoEeVCjW1emdgMUbBccxPA1W6gfqsINeR3MALqXuKqYXuc9tBhsWcKrrYhzAYnW8L/s1600/halloween+tree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpmzy6zC1Jbw3QqyVeMDYNJQ1sMzbKmfol3DWAWa-Hk5FW3EroPSExybmfqYv725jCyn2Ks1ScmNvoEeVCjW1emdgMUbBccxPA1W6gfqsINeR3MALqXuKqYXuc9tBhsWcKrrYhzAYnW8L/s320/halloween+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657878567885932626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMSsIN-vQREchtK34gQGB8umOdb9sJeKtjYWpRbHb0IdVe0zWJtpHsjpUzoEE3SEuxBY9SrlUfk3qMIV8k_Xl3nxWi4gg7tbD7-YfO3gRD1YxFmj7piLyZTYjtUn4w1O5Dpwe2vNI78t7/s1600/heaven.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDAL6LD8-U6m9TI0CoSmPHoNLRodDZrmj8t4dgccKiJ8_gwpnCTsZ-GuG5YyGD-uPerJHVlyj7r43KFXpeGF4Fy47Fka-PRGvwajDxyCEc37q6U93kWYo_QpjYmsqOcIVJhojp_qEC4dc/s320/cute+girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657877891687509106" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFDO_brslDgFkQ80z3rsDTbiuB61yhI8QQqWQOY9xR63vtayw1PfszqMlj_hyphenhyphen_ZSckw-sYnkU6pAbPXmZHbH5KLK-P4LDHQNjspbcJfzadmp5YA3XShG6O72It1xMgWM0l4OLGTHk46y3/s1600/chin+up.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFDO_brslDgFkQ80z3rsDTbiuB61yhI8QQqWQOY9xR63vtayw1PfszqMlj_hyphenhyphen_ZSckw-sYnkU6pAbPXmZHbH5KLK-P4LDHQNjspbcJfzadmp5YA3XShG6O72It1xMgWM0l4OLGTHk46y3/s320/chin+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657877891017486674" /></a><div>(Her tattoo says "chin up")<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEt3zpdZZWWB5x5Urq9XrzoFm-lkPG_IHkxl71QHFF1Y_AeLvenjYGdUQ9ML2sGRzLsAH6R6GaE5jm-2gEUTIn05JBEr9Tx7XvQzWmFFSwM6JF678j5lJRIiSAGOWQxTeZJy8nt-lqk5tL/s1600/carmel+apples.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEt3zpdZZWWB5x5Urq9XrzoFm-lkPG_IHkxl71QHFF1Y_AeLvenjYGdUQ9ML2sGRzLsAH6R6GaE5jm-2gEUTIn05JBEr9Tx7XvQzWmFFSwM6JF678j5lJRIiSAGOWQxTeZJy8nt-lqk5tL/s320/carmel+apples.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657877887052360594" /></a></div><div>Give Pinterest a whirl. It might suck you right in.</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-25472868083387599792011-09-17T15:55:00.000-07:002011-09-17T16:21:22.276-07:00DownToday I feel down. But I honestly don't have any good reasons to feel down. It has been a good day. Started it out by working out at the gym. Saw the dude that I went on a date with there pumpin some iron. He came over and talked to me as I was cycling away, dripping sweat. I'm sure I was looking real fly (not). Then I showered and then I drove up Provo Canyon for a ward activity. Kicked around a soccer ball, tried slack lining, hula hooped, and ate some pineapple cobbler. Came home, played some sand volleyball with some hot dudes and now I am writing this. In an hour I will leave for the BYU vs. U of U football game with some friends. <div><br /></div><div>Good day, right? Yes. And I am thankful for it. But I <i>woke up</i> feeling down. Had a bad dream; some people that I love and care very deeply for were telling me in the dream that I am not worthy of love and they shunned me away. Left me feeling defeated. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully I'll snap out of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a different note, I went to a track meet last night with some friends from the ward. BYU and other teams were racing. This dude Brian that I know is on the team and this meet determined whether he would be on the traveling team. So I get kinda crazy when I go to events where I get to cheer on someone that I care about, ESPECIALLY when it's a family member. My sister Ann is like that. I have a memory of her yelling "GO POOTSIE POO POO!!!" at one of my track meets. I loved it, and I love that I am like her. Fan club? Who needs one? Fan Audrey. So anyway, Brian placed 10th overall and qualified to be on the traveling team. It was awesome, and I enjoyed screaming his name and chasing him all around the 4-mile course, being his personal cheerleader. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm gonna be one of those crazy moms that you can always hear cheering for their kid in the bleachers. I'm also going to be one of those moms that will threaten a little fifth grader with his life for picking on my child. </div><div><br /></div><div>I look forward to that aspect of parenting.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wow. This blog post has no cohesion whatsoever. </div><div><br /></div><div>Peace.</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-82894341606638377502011-09-07T18:02:00.000-07:002011-09-07T18:59:48.558-07:00Hey...........................YOU.I developed a syndrome, recently. Or maybe I've had it all along and just started noticing it. Actually, now that I think about it, I created a syndrome that I diagnose <i>other </i>people with. I call it S.F.S. Same Face Syndrome. In the last year or so, I have found it harder to remember names of people because so many people look the same to me. For example:<br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm working. I am delivering packages to an office. I walk in and the secretary says "Hey!" in a tone that suggests, Audrey; I know you and you should know who I am. So I say, " Hey!" back and ask how she's doing. Meanwhile I am racking my brain, trying to figure out who this person is. I think, "I've seen 57 people that look just like you and to me they are all the same person." But then, (my job as a mail girl saves the day) I hand her the electronic scanner for her to sign for the package. She signs, gives it back to me. Ah. I can make out her signature just enough to figure out who she is. Hannah Stone (not her real name). A girl in my ward. The ward that I have been in for a YEAR. Knew the name. But the face? What can I say, she has S.F.S.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: People who have S.F.S. are not necessarily homely, ugly, or unpleasant to look at. They just have <i>common</i> features.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another example. My roommate used to talk about this dude all the time. We'll call him Ted. So one day I get home from work and Ted is in the kitchen with my roommate. "Hey Audrey, this is Ted. Ted--Audrey." Nice to meet you, blah blah blah. Cool. So I met Ted. Next day. I am in my room and I hear my roommate in the kitchen talking to her friend (another dude). I hear her call him Joe. So in the next couple of hours I am running errands, doing whatever, and I come back to the apartment. I see this dude, apparently named Joe, is still in the apartment. A little while later the dude leaves and I say to my roommate, "So, that guy's name is Joe? How do you know him?" She says, "No. That was Ted. The guy that I like. The one that you met yesterday." Gulp. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, to clear up the confusion. There WAS a dude named Joe at my apartment in the morning. BUT, when I was gone, Joe left, and Ted came over a little later. I got home, and assumed that he was the same guy that my roommate had been talking to in the kitchen that morning. Because my poor little head was unable to tell that this was indeed Ted, who I had met yesterday. Because Ted has S.F.S. I have seen like three other dudes in my ward that I thought were Ted. Even one of the members of the bishopric.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we've all been in situations (maybe?) where we see someone that we have met before, maybe even been around them multiple times, talk to them, and you can tell that they have no recollection of you or they say something like, "Well it was nice to meet you," even though you have already met them before. </div><div><br /></div><div>What am I, chopped liver? Geez.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hate that feeling. And I sort of dislike people like that. Because it makes me feel like they are too wrapped up in how awesome they think they are to remember me. Plus it hurts my pride.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bottom line; I don't want to be perceived like that. Maybe I'll ask the Big Man Upstairs for some help in remembering faces, even though they all look the same to me. Mnemonic devices or something. </div><div><br /></div><div>So does anyone else have this problem? Or am I just showing signs of Dementia or Alzheimer's? </div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-86915730447299108652011-09-01T20:12:00.000-07:002011-09-01T20:50:02.121-07:00I'm..........................gonna call it night.My thoughts a couple of weeks ago:<div>
<br /></div><div>"This semester is gonna be good. New apartment. New ward. New dudes. New me? Yes! A new me! A <i>social</i> me! Naaaah. Yes! And I will be confident and talk to anybody and everybody and social will become my middle name! Alright, sweet. Let the new semester begin."</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Here's the current score.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Audrey: 0<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The new semester: 863</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Last night we had a ward social titled "Homemade ice cream and homemade root beer extravaganza!" Beats me why they didn't just call it "Root beer float night." Anyway, the root beer was already made, but the ice cream wasn't. Whaaaaaa? You are telling me we have to make our own ice cream? How long does this take? Does this mean that I might actually have to talk to people as I make my ice cream? So I grab a baggie, put some milk, sugar, and vanilla in it and then put that baggie in a bigger baggie with ice and sea salt and start shaking. After I assemble my ice cream making kit, I look up and realize that there is a massive sea of people called my ward. GULP. I immediately scan the crowd to look for my security blanket: the Spokane boys. I find them. Phew. Then, after the ice cream FINALLY develops some viscosity, I bust that baggie open, poor some root beer in, and drink. I head over to the Spokane boys apartment and within 18 seconds realize that I will not be having fun with them tonight. Because they all sit down and open their textbooks. What? Who does homework during the first week of school? Apparently they do. So. I open their door and find that the sea of people is still gathered, chattin the night away. Right in front of my apartment. So, I hastily walk through the sea and into my apartment and, as the title of this post implies, call it a night.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Tonight. I find a flier on my door that says. "Luau at the pool! Wear Hawaiian stuff! We will be eating Hawaiian haystacks and playing limbo and some other games that I don't remember!" I think, "Sweet! Free food! I'm there." So. I get home from class. Luau has already started. I scan the sea of fellow Colonizers. Don't recognize anyone. So I bee line to the food, chow, and then people-watch by myself. And after about twenty minutes I think, "Not that I don't love beefcakes that are just <i>waiting</i> to take their shirts off and get in the pool and girls that are trying to look sexy in hula attire or anything, but (you know what's coming) I think I'm gonna call it a night. Which brings me here. Writing this blog post. Hello.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>*Mom: be not distressed. I will make friends and practice flirting. Eventually.</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-36629909538701758672011-08-29T21:03:00.000-07:002011-08-30T07:06:18.406-07:00GOOD<span class="Apple-style-span" >Sand volleyball with some of my favorite people. Horseback riding in the mountains. Touch rugby. Cupcakes and Liz. The Spokane boys. India Palace. Great conversations. Sardines in a tiny apartment with all the lights out. Tumbling gym. Swimming. First day of school. Hot dogs. Cycling so hard that I dripped sweat. Reading Harry Potter 5. Sunday morning breakfast. Family.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >All components of the last week.
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<br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >But, one of the best things about this last week was this incident:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Friday night I was playing some Sardines with some guys. Michael. Mac. Mitch. Thomas. Brian. David. And one girl--Alyssa. There was a lightning/thunder/rain storm outside, so while someone was inside coming up with the best hiding spot they could think of in the tiny space in the apartment, the rest of us were outside on the porch watching the lightning. And then we would begin searching. In the dark apartment with occasional flashes of lightning coming through the windows. Brian curled up in a ball on top of the fridge. Genius. Thomas curled up in a ball in the cabinet under the sink. Michael laid on the couch--UNDERNEATH the cushions. You get the gist. This game forced creativity, and it was fun. Don't worry, the best of this story is yet to come.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Thomas walks Alyssa home at about 11:30. I say, let's scare Thomas when he gets back. Now when we scare people, we mean business. None of this "he opens the front door and we jump out from behind it and yell in his face" mess. I mean professional scaring. We were scaring ourselves as we were masterminding our plan. And when I say we I mean Mac. Here's how our sheer ingenuity went down. We find the breaker panel up by the stairs. A couple flips of some switches and we now control the power in the house. Mac finds some scary music on his phone, plugs that bad boy into the iPod player and cranks it. I find an app on my iPhone that allows me to record myself saying something, and then changes my voice into another voice. I find a voice titled "haunting voice." Perfect. Download that app and we're good to go. We turn the tv on so that it is just static. Hide under a sleeping bag that's balled up in the corner and turn the vacuum on and off. Check. Use one of the Spokane dudes to be our spy. Done. In fact he probably sacrificed his reputation around the apartment complex by hiding in the shadows by the apartment across the street and creeping out some girls, just so that he could text us and tell us when Thomas was coming home.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Alright. So now a play-by-play of how we freaked the crap out of Thomas. It was very rewarding.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >We're setting up, and Mac gets a text. "He's coming!" it reads. David casually comes out from behind the girls apartment so that he reaches the apartment about the same time as Thomas. Thomas walks in. We are all hiding. The lights are on. Suddenly, David slams the door behind him and holds it tight so Thomas can't get out. Michael flips some switches upstairs and the lights go out. Mac turns on his scary music. The lightning storm is still happening, so there is still flashes of lightning coming through the windows. Then, the tv turns on by itself (we had the remote) and it's just static. Brian's little finger sneaks out from under the sleeping bag and turns on the vacuum. Occasionally you can hear a "Tttthhhhhooooooooommmmmmaaaaaasssss" in a ghostly voice issuing from my phone. Thomas says, "What the freak is going on?! I hate you guys! I am not moving from this spot!" This goes on a for a few minutes and we are all thoroughly enjoying it. Finding that we are not going to let up on our little fright night scheme, Thomas flees out of the apartment, ("I'm leaving!"). We turn the lights on, emerge from our hiding places, go outside to where Thomas is and just start busting up. Thomas was laughing too. He's a good sport.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seriously, I felt like I was twelve. It was so great.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The other best thing was that my mom got this:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK6Edo6YEJWmJPjH2pId1x89yitkZ8aLG9naMfnVgXqnmvmL-ReS3HDrxeL7b30d88XKBvJxkjavfUNOTrdRYjWM1aUZHJZyQZMA8p1H-aIX9t1ysrLieLQ5y4CFVZVyz4bbPwVMY-emW8/s320/gold+camry.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646508677140227042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >She's wanted it for years. A Toyota Camry. It's a 2010, XLE. V6 engine. Lots of power. Glad you got your dream car, Mom.</span></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-64780459169418276872011-08-09T18:04:00.002-07:002011-08-09T19:12:11.605-07:00Meet Steph<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm3lzBffPpn7mB9O5cMlIW5Vpo6HXel_HeNN-bMJnDgHLh6ibdbDAvr7sevfKcjkuJNCU9NnApMbMk3wsSc2rgHDuzJceBitJyD5xXs48bxrECbN1DaTY5ngTXWBgLA_tkNdngcVgGnEa/s1600/Me+and+Steph.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm3lzBffPpn7mB9O5cMlIW5Vpo6HXel_HeNN-bMJnDgHLh6ibdbDAvr7sevfKcjkuJNCU9NnApMbMk3wsSc2rgHDuzJceBitJyD5xXs48bxrECbN1DaTY5ngTXWBgLA_tkNdngcVgGnEa/s320/Me+and+Steph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639027620180369234" /></a>
<br />This is one of my dearest friends, Stephanie Edwards. I met Steph briefly my freshman year on a Sunday. About two years later, I walked into apartment b22 in the Elms after having been homeless for six days and announced to the strangers (except for Jill Fitzgibbons Mohlman, who I knew from home in Las Vegas) that I was moving in. Steph was one of those strangers. I knew she looked familiar though, and after a few minutes we made the connection of when we had met freshman year.<div>
<br /></div><div>Steph and I quickly became friends, which is funny, because we are very different in many ways. For example:</div><div>
<br /></div><div>1) Steph likes to wear bright colors and sparkly things and dance and sing and scrapbook and all sorts of jazz. My favorite color to wear is black. And I play the beastly sport of rugby and don't dance. Or sing. Or scrapbook. I do enjoy <i>looking</i> at her scrapbooks, though. I'm pretty good at that. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>2) Steph has on several occasions thought of setting me up with a theater friend. I have to tell her, "Steph, I want the guy I date to be manlier than me." ***</div><div>
<br /></div><div>3) Steph's married. I'm not.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>4) Steph's an open book with everyone. It takes time and trust for me to open up to someone. I'm one of those diaries that has a lock on it. And the key is lost somewhere in the ocean. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>5) Steph loves all things country. I.........................don't. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Yes, there are some major differences, but I love those things about Steph. I think she is exciting and funny and brimming with personality and open to new ideas and blunt and sparkly and so on. I truly appreciate the fact that she is different from me in so many ways. And she appreciates my differences. And that's how we are the same. That's the similarity. We love each other. I can say that confidently. Which means that when we get together we can talk like it's nobody's business. I trust her. I tell her pretty much everything. And she does the same to me. And she always has wicked good stories for me. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>All in all, I'm so lucky to have her in my life. Life won't be the same when she moves up to Seattle and she starts her bomb job at Apple and her husband starts law school. We won't have our frequent get-togethers. But you better believe that she will always be one of my best friends and that we'll keep in touch.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Steph, I'm excited for this huge step in life. I love you. Save a couch for me up there in Seattle, will ya?</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>*** Not all theater dudes are effeminate. No offense meant by this statement.</div><div><div>
<br /></div></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-70109971900958593312011-05-14T17:56:00.001-07:002011-05-14T18:30:49.284-07:00My Trip to the East Coast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeh_i0XeDZVxCU67zutDk2bTDJxitLGOl0QT5SOWgadsMCjJR-tf7efbmJtqEGjn67kGcdG2dN1tvo7fov9z9nZjSFhYwN-_6BWFoB2kcxQVqbPYyt60_b7QMlLaqiech730x7uJtJ-pS/s1600/023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBeh_i0XeDZVxCU67zutDk2bTDJxitLGOl0QT5SOWgadsMCjJR-tf7efbmJtqEGjn67kGcdG2dN1tvo7fov9z9nZjSFhYwN-_6BWFoB2kcxQVqbPYyt60_b7QMlLaqiech730x7uJtJ-pS/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606748261822538690" /></a><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1CccN_i5WuL7IixrxghVTjN07ebFSgrOcvuqW6Khj7imXl9QRhEXu59tK4XOo-iEzooBafNfeoUi9_QAVIvKZzcAA2YUzrkQwPrAImEAkcVuJQ11lnZrdche8DpSSdc0hJ_7rVGeRmz4U/s320/018.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; 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Charley's graduation at University of Connecticut. Manchester, CT</div><div>2. Indian food with Charley, Kat, mom, and dad. Manchester, CT</div><div>3. Saw the Old North Bridge, Walden Pond, and other historic sites. Concord, MA </div><div>4. Stayed in the Onyx Hotel. Boston, MA</div><div>5. Ate at The Paramount restaurant where Allison Mitton and Melissa Parkinson joined me, mom, Charley, and Kat. Boston, MA</div><div>6. Ate at Marliave with mom, Charley and Kat. Boston, MA</div><div>7. Walked around Boston, MA.</div><div>8. Walked around on a rocky beach. Rockport, MA</div><div>9. Explored shops in Rockport, MA.</div><div>10. Ate fresh lobster and fresh clam chowder in Rockport, MA.</div><div>11. Hit up some H & M. Manchester, CT and NYC, NY</div><div>12. Went to Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. NYC, NY</div><div>13. Saw the Milling family in Manhattan, NY.</div><div>14. Went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC, NY.</div><div>15. Watched Tangled and Michael Clayton and ate delicious Dominoes pizza. Manchester, CT</div><div><br /></div><div>Bomb diggity trip, I'd say.</div><div><br /></div></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-43559876308680478702011-05-01T19:01:00.000-07:002011-05-01T19:04:24.154-07:00Mad<a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i.neoseeker.com/boxshots/Qm9va3MvQmlvZ3JhcGh5/the_glass_castle_frontcover_large_nIIoHaPaVhPKKb3.jpg&imgrefurl=http://img.neoseeker.com/boxview.php%3Feid%3D47832%26iid%3D25193%26type%3Dfront&usg=__AIRi2NZSTtrVOwcOAKcmB0huJOM=&h=600&w=380&sz=57&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=65WBHnqJvcGswM:&tbnh=124&tbnw=79&ei=0RC-TbeMLIPSsAOHvYmlBg&prev=/search%3Fq%3DThe%2BGlass%2BCastle%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1C1WZPD_enUS373US373%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D677%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=218&vpy=291&dur=1730&hovh=282&hovw=179&tx=96&ty=159&page=1&ndsp=32&ved=1t:429,r:11,s:0">Jeannette Walls</a>'s parents will surely burn in hell.<div><br /></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-33205659428288793642011-04-25T07:33:00.000-07:002011-04-25T07:42:11.656-07:00SarahMy oldest sister, a quantum physicist, writer, marathon runner, mother of three, and wife of one (THANKfully) is one of the coolest people I know.<br /><br />She has this mind that is unmatched, which makes for great conversation. Her brain is filled with interesting information on any given topic. Like dissonance and black holes and antimatter.<br /><br />Recently Sarah moved to Mapleton. What a blessing having her just 15 minutes away. I feel like I have grown even closer to her.<br /><br />Sarah and I recently drove to Vegas and back. We listened to about 8 hours of music during that drive. From Beyonce to Simon and Garfunkle to Geographer to Ghostland Observatory to Adele to Bonethugz N' Harmony to so much more, we belted those songs. And I don't know about her, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.<br /><br />I just want her to know that she is one of my best friends and I love her.Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-22141762755962792842011-04-21T10:40:00.000-07:002011-04-21T22:11:39.430-07:00Arby-QFor Laura and Seth, who eternally torment me about this.<div><br /></div><div>We were flying to Boston in the middle of the night. Mom, Dad, Sarah, Ann, Scotty, Laura, Seth and I. All of a sudden flight attendants were running up and down the plane. Are we crashing?! What's happening?! Then I looked over and there's a man laying in the aisle with blood all over him. The pilot announced an emergency landing in Pittsburg would take place. The man had some sort of disease and had started throwing up blood (sorry for the disturbing details). We landed in Pittsburg at around one in the morning, and the man was taken to the hospital. He survived (I actually don't know that detail, but let's just say that he did because I'm trying to get away from the morbidity of this post). It looked like we were going to be at the airport for a while. Laura, Seth, and I were hungry, and the only food place that was open was Arby's. All the times I had been to Arby's in Vegas I had gotten a trusty Arby-Q. So I ordered first. I said to the young girl who looked like she hated her life at that moment, "Um. Can I have an Arby-Q?" She then said (in a voice that sounded ultra bratty teenagerish to me) <span class="Apple-style-span" >"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >an</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" >ARBY-Q?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >" Mom had to explain to me that apparently Pittsburg Arby's don't serve Arby-Qs, so I ordered something else. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The end.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seriously. That's the end of the story. So here's the eternal torment part.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Laura and Seth bring that up ALL THE BLOODY TIME. And they laugh and laugh because bratty Britney behind the counter said "ARBY-Q?" and there I was, looking sheepish. They find it even funnier because THEY WERE GOING TO ORDER THE SAME THING, but thankfully their innocent, angel of a sister ordered first.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Them bringing that up used to unleash my 10-year-old wrath. But now I just roll my eyes and laugh because they are <i>still</i> trying to extract any bit of humor from the story, 12 years later.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >:)</span></div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5967952788508696585.post-39370877828636486292011-04-18T11:27:00.000-07:002011-04-18T12:07:15.456-07:00W, NW, E, and a little bit of S<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinRAvhlIZKuwn3qE1qLs6-2ws1nWwRzyPMrVUHiLTqUggHHSlmDTdj5dVwA1DwfeUH2ntJJX68gSNT1mmkq14ZgGMFVwYXI1ISola2VHZet8wad2k5_YMATgc_8GwJR_Mf8ZxqPgsQQOrD/s320/united+states.gif" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597001795825622082" /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ-cXd8CiAOfMhh_whvGN-1p_YFf9zNz8gpybJS1RIBnmZPtTAweuqs3Mbn1GRMcV06kmTTXvRrKSMm-bqRDds7zdZA5vUHtsmJdiS3IcofvZaEMxYDlUkrZG6FAQlNoV2Jr9sH0x9cK2/s320/haiti+map.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597001804659616642" /><br />I'm proud of myself. In the last year I have been to:<div><br /></div><div>Las Vegas, NV-home</div><div>Provo, UT-school</div><div>Palo Alto, CA-rugby tournament at Stanford</div><div>Coeur d'Alene, ID-roadtrip </div><div>Florence, OR-visit Ann, Brian and kids</div><div>Harrisonburg, VA-visit Laura and John</div><div>Washington D.C.- vacation with some of the fam</div><div>Miami, FL-for a night on the way back from Haiti, and</div><div>Port au Prince, Haiti-humanitarian trip for FFCIN</div><div><br /></div><div>and will soon be going to these places (May 6-12):</div><div><br /></div><div>Manchester, CT-Charley's graduation</div><div>NYC, NY-PARTAAAY, vacation with Mom, Charley, and Kat</div><div>Boston, MA- vacation with Mom, Charley, and Kat</div><div><br /></div><div>Not bad for one year, eh?</div><div><br /></div><div>Suggestions for places to visit in Boston and NYC?</div>Audgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02104845154687822718noreply@blogger.com5