Thank you Lauran F.

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Random Facts (I have decided to turn these into UNATTRACTIVE things about myself):

1. I have huge feet. ALDO doesn’t even carry my size in the store.
2. I was a bed wetter up until high school. My apologies still go out to Emily Butler for peeing on her while sharing an air mattress in seventh grade.
3. Once I enter an eating establishment, all plates become fair game for me. Going out to dinner with me, just know that I WILL eat off your plate. And yes, I do know it is extremely annoying.
4. I am selfish. If I had one wish in the whole world it would be that I could eat whatever I wanted and would not gain a pound. (I’ll leave World Peace up to OBAMA.)
5. I have a split personality. Although socially - people may think I am fun and easy going... I am seen as the BIT- - in my master’s program. I don’t talk much, and when I do I am usually tell someone why they are wrong.
6. I am pretty sure that I snore. Whenever I ask people, they say, “You just breathe hard.” What does that even mean?!

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proof...

one of the red hat women... for your pleasure. (story below)


me... fake sleeping so she would stop talking about her granddaughter and our height difference.

Red hats SUCK

In Hawaii I...


took on the seas

took on the skies...

took on the wild...

and ah... went to the temple (sup)

Okay so you would think that a girl that was in Hawaii for a month with absolutely NOTHING to do would have a few minuets to post a little something on the blog. Well I don’t know if it is because I want people to think that my life has gotten so exciting that don't have the time to do that sort of thing any more or I am just a lazy piece of crap but... I have continued to struggle with the whole posting thing.

Okay so, what have I been up to? hmmm... HAWAII was great, I got to spend time with the parents, which I defiantly think I enjoyed way more than they did (weird how that flip flips as you get to be an old single lady in this crazy world).

Oh! one great thing is that I got a tan for the first time in my life. I had a dream about 5 years ago that I got skin cancer and I have been a self tanning queen ever since. Although, somehow I have never really mastered that application process yet. (without fail I will have a large streak down every limb.)

NEXT: Last weekend I went down to St. George with two of my bests Nichelle and Tara. We took a little ride to Zion’s National Park for a family VACA where we rode the free shuttle through the park with 1 of the 60 Las Vegas chapters of the “Red Hat Ladies.” These women were OUT OF CONTROL. I will have to get a few pics from Tara for evidence. Anyway below is one of the conversations that I had with “Mona” (red hat lady number 3- wearing a red sequined baseball hat).

Mona: Did you play college basketball? (notice she said “did” - great to know I no longer look young enough to be in college)
Me: Um... no.
Mona: My granddaughter did... she played for Pepperdine.
Me: oh really, is she pretty tall?
Mona: Well she is 5”11, but you look like you are at least a 6 footer.
Me: OH, okay.

I am no longer a fan of Mona or anyone that wears red hats.

Schoolio

So first of all, I am putting this out on the table... I have struggled lately with the whole blogging update thing. I am the worst and I will try to be better. 

I have been in the great state of Utah for over a month and a half now, and I am just LOVING it! I love my program at Westminster (who know this was the rich kid school! .. I fit in well :) ) No but really...my program is amazing! I will say though that there is one thing that I think is pretty funny. These Westminsters just love to talk about how liberal they are... all the time. It is hilarious. My 55 year old "Diversity in Learning" teacher went OFF the other day about how badly she wanted to go to the Gay Pride parade in downtown Salt Lake. I mean that’s great and all... but I mean come on, you know that she could have cared less and actually would have felt funny coming home to tell her bishop of a 57 year old husband that she wanted the spend their Sat. cheering with rainbow colored signs. I give her a pat on the back tough for trying to make sure that she looked open minded to the one gay boy in our class that she overheard talking about the weekend festivities before class started. Oh how I love the libs.

Well... I am kind of like a liberal, I want to be a teacher and save the world and... I started putting paper products to the right of the trash can rather than inside the sack?!?! Oh! and this weekend, I ran in the Wasach Back Relay with who else but the AMAZING Lauren Foulger (who by the way I have decided my not be a human, but a super creature of some sort) Anyway, I am pretty sure that the tree huggers from Oregon started these relay and they just love the running.. so I will probably share Wasach accomplishment thing in class this week, in hopes of scoring some open minded Lib friends. 

the stretching...

 

the team...   

 

the car...

 

the star...

the FINISH!!!

Mama said Knock you out~

Of course... why wouldn’t I trip and smack my face on the concrete on my last day in Orange County in front of all multiple friends and garage sale shoppers, at 8 in the morning, while skateboarding, and trying to deliver warm biscuits to my girlfriends working our first annual HB Garage Sale. I was lucky enough to receive the gift of an amazing shiner and bloody lip on the night of my farewell BBQ.

For some reason I have always thrived off physical injuries. This could have something to do with the fact that at a young age I was taught by my two older brothers that intense pain in combination with accelerated resilience was a form of glory and honor. And yes, I for some reason feel hotter and possibly more of a woman with a black eye.

Now, I am very aware of the fact that to most men a nasty clear liquid forming on multiple areas on my face, is not attractive and it may have decreased my chances of “filling my canteen” before I left good old HB. Although, that is a small price to pay for the pride that I feel every time I look in the mirror.

On another note, I would like to I will say thank you to my cute roomies (along with other amazing HB wardies) that helped put together quite amazing farewell bonfire for me. (I can’t even tell you how much I am going to miss my home in Surf City USA.)

I have come to realize that it's time to move on, and so... I will. As of May first I will be a resident of the beautiful area of Sugarhouse, Utah. And I will be starting my Masters in Special Ed. Teaching program at Westminster soon there after.

I have been wanting to go back to school since I graduated ... it just took me a few years in corporate America to prove that I was not cut out to hold a briefcase or to kiss up to arrogant 65 year old men. I have always enjoyed winning over my friends parents, and thought that I would eat that crap up. Although, when a conversation with a friends father in their multi million dollar house in Rancho Santa Fe. was exchanged for a meaningless conversation with an arrogant CEO in the coffee room, my flame of excitement to impress was reduced to smoke.

Don’t get me wrong... I have truly LOVED working for both my companies and would not want to change my last three years for ANYTHING. I just finally understand the statement “Today is the first day of the rest of my life.” And... I would love to take you along with me. so... saddle up!

So for those of you that don't know yet... I am currently unemployed. For those of you that do ... probably know the story ... so I will spare you the details and move on to something MUCH more important.

Last week, my right back molar chipped. Consequently, I have spent the better part of this week in Dr. Cannon’s office.

So, frequently when I am at home reading, surfing the world wide web, or talking to a roommate, something happens... I drool on my self. Yes, I have always known that I produced an abnormal amount of saliva. But, I never knew it was this bad. 

After my first dentist visit, Dr. Cannon wrote me a Rx for a drug that he wanted me to take before the next time I came in. I guess the man just could not handle my juices. apparently excessive saliva is not a common problem in Orange county, becasue after calling 15, YES 15, pharmacies NOT ONE carried the drug Propentheline. - I can spell it from memory considering I had to spell it at least 25 times over the phone on Mon.

Finally, I had to special order it form a store in Fountain Valley that said they could have their where house deliver it by 12 noon the following day (an hour before my appointment.)  Considering I was asked to take the drug once the night before my appointment, as well as 1/2 hour before... I was not following the Dr.'s orders.  But people... I had no choice.  So, well, I doubled up an hour before my 12:50 appointment.

Don;t worry that come appointment time, my mouth was still out of control - or as Dr. Cannon would say, “Abnormally wet”.

To Propantheline's credit, it did decided to kick in at about 4:30 p.m. At that point, I could not get enough fluids in my body, and I woke up with the raspiest/sexiest voice that I could have asked for.

Now, for the best part of all of these multiple dental visits... I got a grill! Supposedly, a porcelain crown would just not do the job so ... come March 26th, yours truly will have a beautiful, shinny GOLD crown. What up bee-otches!

kar·ma [kahr-muh]–noun 1. Hinduism, Buddhism. Action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results.

I have always loved the idea of Karma. My reasoning behind this is 2 fold. First, Carma is my mother’s given first name (which she never uses & ever since the first day of her kindergarten class, she has refused to answer to). Second, I love the belief that at some point we will all get what we deserve.

I had signed up to donate blood yesterday @ 7:45pm. I strategically planned this so that I could go to the gym before, and head over right after.

Well, it was a great thought… I rode over to the 24 hour fitness closest to my work. This establishment is also conveniently located next to two of my favorite place: Golden Spoon & Trader Joe’s. Naturally, I picked up a little peanut butter Golden Spoon and grabbed some sushi from T.J.’s (in that order by the way). Now after this… I obviously did not feel like working my body, so I hopped in my car and headed home. Pathetic, I know!
Now, I realize this is not all that bad. I mean, you have good days and bad days, right? Well… during my 20 min. commute back to Huntington Beach (on the corner of Harbor and Adams) there is another beautiful Golden Spoon.

Yep, that’s right… I was not done! I pulled my car in to that strip mall and ordered me another one. This time it was espresso/old fashion vanilla swirl. And you know what… it was even more delicious than the first. (This is because the espresso was a little melted and kind of oozed it’s self in to the cracks in the vanilla swirl… AMAZING!)

I was definitely very embarrassed that they would somehow know that I was just at their other store. The thoughts crossed my mind that the stamp on my frequent buyer’s card had not dried, or that they had the stamps color coded by hour or something. Looking back, I know that is ridiculous… Although, at the time... it made perfect sense.

By the time I got home, I was starting to feel crappy about the fact that I had skipped out on the gym to hit up G.P…. not once, but twice. I continued to pull my sorry self to the church building where the Red Cross had set up shop. I answered all of the questions about having sex with people from Africa & sharing drug needles with people that pay for sex, and then made my contribution.

When I plopped myself down at the treat table where you are FORCED to sit for 25 min. after donating (where by the way, I proceeded to eat a pack of vanilla cream filled sandwich cookies), I began a conversation with the girl sitting next to me. And guess what she told me?!?!?!?!

YOU BURN 2,000 CALORIES FROM DONATING BLOOD!!!!!!!! - ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! How often can I give? Suck my dry baby!

Okay, so after doing a little reading today, I found that it is really only 650. But you know what… that is fine with me. The American Red Cross in now my new work out facility!
See good things DO happen to Good People.