i love love love;
my brother.
my scriptures.
my patriarchal blessing.
the melchizedek priesthood.
my roommates.
my parents.
prayer.
my bishopric.
my ward.
fooooooooooood.
music.
my brown boots.
my friends.
my home and visiting teachers.
giggle fits.
my family.
silence.
and puppies. (they're just so cute.)
Monday, February 27, 2012
my little mason
please never grow up.
stay one year, and 11 months old forever.
i'd pick YOU over any saturday night, or any weekend getaway.
it seems like every time we have our dance parties in my sister's (aka your mom and dads) living room, it somehow ends up that someone wants to snuggle (YOU) and someone will never ever say no to bundling you up in her arms (ME).
and no matter what, of course you drift off into the cutest toddler slumber, and i pass out, both of us tucked into the corner of that big beige couch. me, myself, and i, needing to catch up on my hours of sleep that i wasted away watching movies with friends, or going to 80's night in SLC. you.. needing to recover from bear crawling up the stairs five too many times, and jumping up on the railing that divides the kitchen from the family room and swinging back and forth like tarzan.
hearing you yell "jin!" and making me feel like a young asian hipster who loves hello kitty, because you can't say "keng" just quite yet. putting on your wanna be ray ban sunglasses from baby gap, finding "party rock anthem" by LMFAO on my iphone and dancing like the true thug that you are.
i love you little mason.
please don't grow another inch.
stay one year, and 11 months old forever.
i'd pick YOU over any saturday night, or any weekend getaway.
it seems like every time we have our dance parties in my sister's (aka your mom and dads) living room, it somehow ends up that someone wants to snuggle (YOU) and someone will never ever say no to bundling you up in her arms (ME).
and no matter what, of course you drift off into the cutest toddler slumber, and i pass out, both of us tucked into the corner of that big beige couch. me, myself, and i, needing to catch up on my hours of sleep that i wasted away watching movies with friends, or going to 80's night in SLC. you.. needing to recover from bear crawling up the stairs five too many times, and jumping up on the railing that divides the kitchen from the family room and swinging back and forth like tarzan.
hearing you yell "jin!" and making me feel like a young asian hipster who loves hello kitty, because you can't say "keng" just quite yet. putting on your wanna be ray ban sunglasses from baby gap, finding "party rock anthem" by LMFAO on my iphone and dancing like the true thug that you are.
i love you little mason.
please don't grow another inch.
winner winner chicken dinner
so yes, i did win. but not a chicken dinner. and now that i'm thinking about it...
chicken sounds so good right now...
like..
..KFC..
anyways! winner winner.
our ward had a hungarian dance! what is this you may be asking yourself? well, don't get too excited. it's just a dance. BUT! beforehand you make a list of the top 10 guys, or girls in the ward that you would want to go with. and in order! so if you put billy joe as #1 that pretty much means that you would fight off a whole army of ladies to have him be your date to the dance. but if you put karl as your #8.. that pretty much means you would like to go with him.. but if there is an army of girls you'll just let them have him. everyone turns in their lists and then each and every person is matched up with who was on their list, and what list's they were put on.
so with that! your list is practically a little secret of love affairs, and the buz of the ward until the couples are matched! my sneaky little roommate cherie however, decided to pull some strings (since she was one of the glorious people put in charge of deciding everyone's fate) and matched me up with someone outside of the ward. talk about a trick play.
i love my ward. this is the only SINGLES ward that i've ever been in where everyone has been so tight knit, and you know i'm all about that. so of course this made the dance ten times better. everyone wondering how everyone else was getting asked and excited for who's date was who. girls trading dresses, and doing each others hair. nail polishes being swapped to color match dresses. roommate outings to buy matching sunglasses and sweater vests. and then the decorations! balloons. streamers. a full blown DJ armed with a leaf blower with toilet paper attached to the end of it to unravel off into the crowd with the flip of a switch. food up in ying. and dericiouuuss cake. it was the perfect equations for a perfect night!
was there a dance competition? of course there was. did me and my date compete? of course we did. they had whoever wanted to dance their butts of come into the middle of the dance floor and shake what their mama gave them. if you were tapped you made it into the finals. if you weren't tapped... you were out. did me and my date get tapped? of course not. did we still act like we did and did we compete in the finals? of course we did...
..and did we win, without getting caught? OF COURSE WE DID. obviously whoever "the tappers" were, they couldn't recognize such a vast amount of talent.
the dance was a success.
i give my ward mad props.
cheerio!
chicken sounds so good right now...
like..
..KFC..
anyways! winner winner.
our ward had a hungarian dance! what is this you may be asking yourself? well, don't get too excited. it's just a dance. BUT! beforehand you make a list of the top 10 guys, or girls in the ward that you would want to go with. and in order! so if you put billy joe as #1 that pretty much means that you would fight off a whole army of ladies to have him be your date to the dance. but if you put karl as your #8.. that pretty much means you would like to go with him.. but if there is an army of girls you'll just let them have him. everyone turns in their lists and then each and every person is matched up with who was on their list, and what list's they were put on.
so with that! your list is practically a little secret of love affairs, and the buz of the ward until the couples are matched! my sneaky little roommate cherie however, decided to pull some strings (since she was one of the glorious people put in charge of deciding everyone's fate) and matched me up with someone outside of the ward. talk about a trick play.
i love my ward. this is the only SINGLES ward that i've ever been in where everyone has been so tight knit, and you know i'm all about that. so of course this made the dance ten times better. everyone wondering how everyone else was getting asked and excited for who's date was who. girls trading dresses, and doing each others hair. nail polishes being swapped to color match dresses. roommate outings to buy matching sunglasses and sweater vests. and then the decorations! balloons. streamers. a full blown DJ armed with a leaf blower with toilet paper attached to the end of it to unravel off into the crowd with the flip of a switch. food up in ying. and dericiouuuss cake. it was the perfect equations for a perfect night!
was there a dance competition? of course there was. did me and my date compete? of course we did. they had whoever wanted to dance their butts of come into the middle of the dance floor and shake what their mama gave them. if you were tapped you made it into the finals. if you weren't tapped... you were out. did me and my date get tapped? of course not. did we still act like we did and did we compete in the finals? of course we did...
..and did we win, without getting caught? OF COURSE WE DID. obviously whoever "the tappers" were, they couldn't recognize such a vast amount of talent.
the dance was a success.
i give my ward mad props.
cheerio!
Monday, February 20, 2012
love shack
this weekend r u i n e d me.
but in the best way a weekend could ever ruin me.
so much partying, breakfast burritos, dancing, spinning and nose licking.
hailey valentine's dad let that mama house sit, which means.. party time for all of us little gringos.
i dont know how i'll ever recover to be honest.
i keep trying to paint my ginger nails and they're getting all jacked up. i need to shower. and my bed.. my sweet little ghetto bed... looks devine.
and you know the best way to end this lovely weekend is to have me and all my fine ladies watch "love and basketball"..
get it.
but in the best way a weekend could ever ruin me.
so much partying, breakfast burritos, dancing, spinning and nose licking.
hailey valentine's dad let that mama house sit, which means.. party time for all of us little gringos.
i dont know how i'll ever recover to be honest.
i keep trying to paint my ginger nails and they're getting all jacked up. i need to shower. and my bed.. my sweet little ghetto bed... looks devine.
and you know the best way to end this lovely weekend is to have me and all my fine ladies watch "love and basketball"..
get it.
Monday, February 13, 2012
going down hill
apparently pumping orange juice (aka ginger juice) into my veins on the daily is NOT helping my sandpaper throat.
every time i swallow, it's like swallowing razor blades. but am i praying that i lose my voice? you betcha.
bring it on you beastly, beastly cold.
all i ask is that you don't get in the way of my partying.
every time i swallow, it's like swallowing razor blades. but am i praying that i lose my voice? you betcha.
bring it on you beastly, beastly cold.
all i ask is that you don't get in the way of my partying.
not everything is replaceable
think about loosing a few of your favorite things.
your sisters favorite sweater.
a ring passed down from generation to generation.
your baby blanket.
a guitar your grandpa made you from sctrach.
every picture you've ever had from your childhood.
your favorite locket.
your parents.
your siblings.
whether you lose them forever, or temporarily... not everything is replaceable.
memories pass. accomplishments and goals are earned without recognition. time goes on. people miss out. people miss out on things irreplaceable. things they'll never get back.
so... w h y w a s t e t h e t i m e w e h a v e n o w?
we won't get this time back. heck, for all we know we're all loosing nothing but time right now.
reevaluate.
recognize the important things from the foolish ones. realize what should be a priority over a desire. make the people who deserve to be number one, number one.
because then when they leave, and they become irreplaceable.. we won't regret that lack of attention we never rewarded them for so earnestly earning.
but we can celebrate their existence and every minute we shared with them.
because remember my dears, not everything is replaceable.
your sisters favorite sweater.
a ring passed down from generation to generation.
your baby blanket.
a guitar your grandpa made you from sctrach.
every picture you've ever had from your childhood.
your favorite locket.
your parents.
your siblings.
whether you lose them forever, or temporarily... not everything is replaceable.
memories pass. accomplishments and goals are earned without recognition. time goes on. people miss out. people miss out on things irreplaceable. things they'll never get back.
so... w h y w a s t e t h e t i m e w e h a v e n o w?
we won't get this time back. heck, for all we know we're all loosing nothing but time right now.
reevaluate.
recognize the important things from the foolish ones. realize what should be a priority over a desire. make the people who deserve to be number one, number one.
because then when they leave, and they become irreplaceable.. we won't regret that lack of attention we never rewarded them for so earnestly earning.
but we can celebrate their existence and every minute we shared with them.
because remember my dears, not everything is replaceable.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
forever mine
the family came down to utah this past weekend, and you know i ate that family time up.
i forget how much i miss them. my little nephews, abby lou, my sister, my dad, my mama, and of course... taylor.
but i like.. miss them. i miss them so much it's disgusting.
waiting for them to arrive, i feel like a kid waiting in line for her first ride on a roller coaster because she just reached the height limit. then they come and the roller coaster takes off, and i'm being whipped back and forth, hands up in the air, giggling at every twist and turn. but every roller coaster has to come to an end because i'm pretty sure that would be way illegal and death threatening if they never did. so i go up and over the last loopty loop, the roller coaster slows down to a stop, i unbuckle, say my goodbyes and the family is gone.
so there i go. back to the very end of the roller coaster ride. waiting for another turn.
question #1 where is my fast pass?
question #2 why can't my roller coaster rides be more frequent?
question #3 wasn't my analogy with the roller coaster ride and my family visiting perfect?
i think the only reason i'm missing my family so much right now, is because i'm finally wrapping up the kiddish part of my life. i'm making the transition from student to career, and g r o w i n g u p.
it's terrifying.
...but i can't wait.
and let's not forget, my family is forever mine.
i forget how much i miss them. my little nephews, abby lou, my sister, my dad, my mama, and of course... taylor.
but i like.. miss them. i miss them so much it's disgusting.
waiting for them to arrive, i feel like a kid waiting in line for her first ride on a roller coaster because she just reached the height limit. then they come and the roller coaster takes off, and i'm being whipped back and forth, hands up in the air, giggling at every twist and turn. but every roller coaster has to come to an end because i'm pretty sure that would be way illegal and death threatening if they never did. so i go up and over the last loopty loop, the roller coaster slows down to a stop, i unbuckle, say my goodbyes and the family is gone.
so there i go. back to the very end of the roller coaster ride. waiting for another turn.
question #1 where is my fast pass?
question #2 why can't my roller coaster rides be more frequent?
question #3 wasn't my analogy with the roller coaster ride and my family visiting perfect?
i think the only reason i'm missing my family so much right now, is because i'm finally wrapping up the kiddish part of my life. i'm making the transition from student to career, and g r o w i n g u p.
it's terrifying.
...but i can't wait.
and let's not forget, my family is forever mine.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
friends
utah, round two is devine.
how cheesy am i for saying that the friends i'm making right now, will literally be in my life for forever?
i'm so thankful to be surrounded with people that i get along with so well.
TRUE FRIENDS. not just whatevers. everytime we get together i have revelations about how great you all are. don't know what i'd do without cho.
kenz. kitty kat. erica. all the roommates. kristen. alisa. alisia. ya'll know who you are.
and you all are making me miss bree bree way too much right now.
call me nanna. we have soo muuchh to catch up on.
how cheesy am i for saying that the friends i'm making right now, will literally be in my life for forever?
i'm so thankful to be surrounded with people that i get along with so well.
TRUE FRIENDS. not just whatevers. everytime we get together i have revelations about how great you all are. don't know what i'd do without cho.
kenz. kitty kat. erica. all the roommates. kristen. alisa. alisia. ya'll know who you are.
and you all are making me miss bree bree way too much right now.
call me nanna. we have soo muuchh to catch up on.
smother me
THIS.
this with the rain.
with my little comfy bed.
my over sized T shirt, my favorite purple shorts.
a bucket of o.j.
the window open.
this is all i need.
lets get honest
it's time for some ventilation people.
i love school, and i am so close to being done. but today i realized that i've been adding up my hours wrong... PAH! whhhyyyyy! it looks like i have an extra 50 or so more hours until i am up and out of that place. please Lord, be with me.
institute. missed that today because of school. smh.
my ginger body. i AM getting tan.. weird, right? but i also feel like i'm gaining 80 pounds on the daily. yes, it is that time of the month. (tmi?) but still. i'm practically a human garbage disposal and it's disgusting. maybe i should stop eating cookie dough for dinner, and drinking gallons of o.j...
i've been listening to a combo of the used and motab all day long. i like that..
i have one going away party, one bachelorette party, two weddings, a super bowl party, and some quality family time to indulge in, all within the next 4 days. how am i going to do it? no idea. but that ish will be cray cray.
my ankle. my dumb scrawny little ankle. i let the party get the best of me two weekends ago and rolled the bad boy while trying to get a dolla bill for my sick dance moves. the stupid thing still hurts! i walk with a gimp, and can't stand on it without feeling like a war veteran. someone help me.
i think that's all i got. the rest is pointless, or far too deep to be spreading across the world wide web.
on a happy note... 11 more days until the new season of walking dead comes back on. can i get a "whoop whoop"?
i love school, and i am so close to being done. but today i realized that i've been adding up my hours wrong... PAH! whhhyyyyy! it looks like i have an extra 50 or so more hours until i am up and out of that place. please Lord, be with me.
institute. missed that today because of school. smh.
my ginger body. i AM getting tan.. weird, right? but i also feel like i'm gaining 80 pounds on the daily. yes, it is that time of the month. (tmi?) but still. i'm practically a human garbage disposal and it's disgusting. maybe i should stop eating cookie dough for dinner, and drinking gallons of o.j...
i've been listening to a combo of the used and motab all day long. i like that..
i have one going away party, one bachelorette party, two weddings, a super bowl party, and some quality family time to indulge in, all within the next 4 days. how am i going to do it? no idea. but that ish will be cray cray.
my ankle. my dumb scrawny little ankle. i let the party get the best of me two weekends ago and rolled the bad boy while trying to get a dolla bill for my sick dance moves. the stupid thing still hurts! i walk with a gimp, and can't stand on it without feeling like a war veteran. someone help me.
i think that's all i got. the rest is pointless, or far too deep to be spreading across the world wide web.
on a happy note... 11 more days until the new season of walking dead comes back on. can i get a "whoop whoop"?
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