Let's try this again. . .

So I know it has been quite some time since I last posted any kind of blog, but now I feel almost too inadequate to do it. First of all, everyone has updated their blogs into some splendid, beautiful page that is not only aesthetically pleasing, but also very entertaining to read. Next, I feel so disconnected to everyone, but I am so grateful you all keep yours updated so I can catch up and see what you have all been up to. In a way this makes me feel as though I haven't missed out, even though in reality I know I have. So, I ask you to forgive me and be patient as I try to re-enter this blogging life.
To start this new phase of my life, how exaclty do you make those super cute title/logos for your blog? I'd like to take a whack at it!
That is all for now, but I hope you are all doing well and know that I look up to you all so much! There's no doubt that families are the greatest thing on this earth!

P.S. My dream came true of working on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition a couple of weeks ago! I actually got to go in the house and help clean before they started putting up the dry wall. It was one of the best 3:00 in the a.m.'s that I've ever had! On Sun. Nov. 26 you can all tune in to see this incredible house and the amazing family that lives there. Move that bus!

So there are many stories to accompany this collage of pictures, but it turns out that I'm out of time for the night, so you'll have to forgive me and be patient for some sort of story.
That is all.

 

Bodily Sounds. . .

Warning: This is not a normal blog subject. You may think this is a little gross and if you do then don't read it.

So, today I'd like to address an issue that I have.

It's something that I realized a long time ago, but today it reoccured to me how odd it is. I was reminded of this weirdism at I was sitting on the throne in the blue-ish teal women's bathroom located on the second floor of the Ag Science building (Nik and Deid know this place well).

An here it is: why do our bodies make such weird noises and why is it always embarrassing when they come out?! I've always had a fear of public restrooms. Not only because of their appearance or aroma(event though this is enough to give you a fear of them), but because of other people. There's just something that makes it uncomfortable letting nature run it's course while there's another sister only a few feet away from you. I mean, you are somewhat hidden by a sheet of MDF about 1/4" thick, but that's not the whole problem. The biggest dilemma is the sounds that will occupy the room while you are present. Whether it's coming from you or the other person-it's embarrassing! For both of you! It's natural and really not that big of a deal, but really it is. Sometimes I'm embarrassed for myself and a lot of the time I'm embarrassed for the other person.

I really don't have a solution to this predicament, I just thought I'd share one of the world's quirks that may affect you also. I had to laugh* to myself about how funny little things are and why sometimes things like this perk my attention and how sometimes they don't.

Life is funny!

(*this phrase was borrowed from a famous crochet-ist, non other than my dear grandmother JoAnn)

Hey, check it out. I finally got a picture to upload down on my "not exciting" blog. You should take a look. Now I am ready to get the picnic uploaded, that is, unless it doesn't work again. .

Millions of peaches, peaches for me. . .

It's here.

One of my most favorite times of the year. You know, the one where you make an afternoon trip down to Brigham City just for the satisfaction of purchasing one of the most delicious fruits known to mankind-Peaches! That's right-they're ripe and ready for eatin'!

My roommate, Karilyn, and I had the opportunity to make a trip to Brigham on Monday and don't you even worry, 3 fruit stands, 2 taste tests, and 1/2 bushel later we were on our way back to Logan. The peach season is one of my favorites-full of peaches and ice cream, peaches in your cereal, fresh raspberry and peach milkshakes, peaches with milk and sugar, just peaches by themselves, and let's not forget the famous Beck Peach Dessert! This ranks right up in my top three of best desserts ever. If you have not tried it I suggest you do before this blessed season has passed from us.

Anyway, the whole moral of this post is to let you know that peaches are good and you should eat one!

(P.S. I don't mean to make Chod and Nikkala jealous!)

Yeah, I'm not exciting. . .

So, I really wanted to have a cool post here. One with a great story and fabulous pictures, but it's just not going to happen. I have nothing way too exciting for you. This past weekend was great at home and I laughed and relaxed a lot. If only I had access to a freakin' hilarious video Bay and I made-that might make your day, but then again, when I think about it, I really don't want that video posted on my blog, or any blog for that matter. I feel it's better to save myself the humiliation and keep you all thinking that I'm somewhat normal.
Kate and I did take some cool jumping pictures. Maybe you would enjoy those. Hmmmm. . .I'll think about it and maybe you'll even get to see these amazing works of art. And maybe I'll give you another treat and finish "The Great Picnic," but don't get your hopes too high.

And, another thought, I just have to say that Patty P.'s post about school shopping brings back great memories from Lisa teaching us some random song about Chinese women to Meek and I making up songs about weird-creeper people at the McDonald's we could see out of our window at the Crystal Inn while chomping on our own delicious "mints"(or rather our bucket of ice)-and we can't forget the many synchronized swimming routines we made up in hotel swimming pools, giga pets(searching F O R E V E R for a freakin' dog for Deid), and the great finds at Jobbers(pretty much the best store ever with the coolest jewelery!)-oh, and one more, getting people to honk at our "Honk if you love chocolate!" sign in the back windows of DesertStar. Good times, good times!

Until next time.

Mosquito Bait

I am currently suffering from the extremely painful itching of 30+ mosquito bites-and this is now joke! Fifteen bites were from the friendly mosquitos at Mt. Logan Middle School, where I played volleyball last Tuesday night and the rest attacked me when I went on my ward camp-out on Friday night.

I don't know what it is about me, but they just seem to love me. And, you must understand, the mosquito bites that I get are not just any regular bites-they turn into cancerous, deformed, white bubbles that spread throughout my body like a good piece of juicy gossip. Quite frankly they are disgusting.

So on Saturday afternoon, with my eight cancers on my forehead, I decided to attend La Boheme, an Italian opera that is playing for the Utah Festival Opera. Don't worry, they didn't kick me out because of my massive deformed face, they escorted me to the nearest handicap seat and advised me to not fret about the intent staring of others in the opera hall. They believed I must be part of Make a Wish Foundation and this was my wish-to attend an opera before I died.

I happened to be offered tickets to that night's performance of The Music Man also. "What the heck," I thought,"two performances in one day, why not?" It's not like my bites were going to get any better and since both of the shows were free to me I might as well enjoy them.

Oh, don't you even worry, this is not the end of my story-On Sunday, to add to my ugly face I managed to burn myself, not only once, but twice, with my curling iron. Doing your hair is so overrated.

Maybe if I'm lucky my mosquito bites and burn marks will be cleared up by Saturday for family pictures-that would be cool.

If nothing else comes from this experience I have become a little more cultured.

Coming soon . . . .Post #4: The Great Picnic

You should all prepare yourself for upcoming post. It will be good- with pictures and all! You may even think it's the best post you've ever seen. Stay tuned. . .

Post #3: Family and Push-ups

So, I don't know what's so facinating about reading other people's blogs and learning about their adventures, whether they be fun and exciting or just dumb, but I kind of like it! It's interesting to learn what people think of situations from their point of view.

Anyway, I'm getting to feel like an old veteran of this blogging business-I mean I am already on my third post! I just have to say that my family is coming tomorrow and I'm super excited about that! There's always a guarantee that I'll have a good time with them-they're pretty much a happenin' party all by themselves and heck, who wouldn't want to be with them?!

Another thing: I decided it's time to start my nightly ritual of push-ups again. I'm getting weak compared to my days of moving pipe. I better step it up.

Any encouraging or motivational letters can be sent to: 6 University Hillway #1, Logan, UT 84321. They'd be much appreciated.

Ok, that is all.

"and you guys up there, you're the heart and the soul and the reason we do what we do. . .here's to you"

This past weekend I had the chance to go to Vegas and see Rascal Flatts in concert. It was a great time and great fun - Full of drunken fans, off-key singers, millions of people, heat, and everything else that is included in a trip to Vegas. I don't quite understand how one person can consume so much alcohol at one time-incredible, but there are many who were able to enlighten me on this matter while I was at the concert.
The concert itself was amazing though! The Wreckers and Gary Allan opened for the Flatts and it was all a good time! Rascal Flatts are good at entertaining and I must say that it's about the best concert I've ever been to. Despite the 2nd to last row seat and the 14-hour drive it was a great trip!

So, you have succeeded. After the many ideas and not-so-subtle hints that I should just start my own blog it has happened. This instant way of sharing your life experiences with everyone has now entered my life and I don't know if I'll ever be the same. Who knows, maybe I'll become addicted to it like ice cream, or facebook. Although I do enjoy reading about my close family's experiences and what they do in their everday lives, I don't know how I feel about people reading about mine. I'm not much into posting my life on the internet for anyone to see. So, here it goes. Wish me luck!