Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Marriage of Brooke and Zane

I love my mom, dad, sister, and, for the first time in my life I get to say this, my BROTHER-in-law.
Brooke and Zaners got married today, and I decided that it would be a good idea to write blog post ASAP (it was only a few hours ago...)

These are just from my phone, and even in these tiny pictures you can tell that this girl looked incredible. I mean, Brooke has always been beautiful, but I can't tell you how incredibly stunning she looked today in the freezing, winter cold.

At the luncheon we all gave little speeches. You could tell who was there for Zane because they were quirky and told jokes. You could tell who was there for Brooke because we all cried. Cried like little babies. Including me. I have no idea what I said, I was such a mess. I don't know if it came out the way I wanted it, so I'm going to write what I meant to say right here.

Brooke. You are my best friend. Even though we fight all the time, there is no one I'd rather fight with. You have always, always been there for me. When I didn't have anyone to eat lunch with in high school you would eat with me, when I didn't have anything to do on a Friday night you would hang out with me, and when I felt sad or scared you comforted me. There is no one who can make me laugh harder, or have more fun than you can. You are amazing, and you deserve someone who is perfect, and I'm so glad you found him. Zane you were made for my little sister. I have never seen her as happy as she has been these last few months with you. I remember sitting on Brooke's bed talking after your second date, and I think, even back then, that we knew that you two were going to be together forever. Please take good care of her, she means everything to our family. We are so excited to welcome you into our family. You are both so lucky to have found each other.
I don't love getting all mushy gushy, but I just love my sister so much and I'm so happy for her!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A Nightstand

You can tell a whole lot about a girl by what sits on her nightstand.

My mom is going to be livid I posted a picture of what I mess I can be for the whole world to see...

1. Chronicles of Narnia - I love reading. (SO glad I chose to start my readings with this one. All 7 books are in this big beautiful one, and I'm reading about one a day. I love fairy tales, and I love adventure novels. I don't know how anyone could ever choose Harry Potter over this... but we'll discuss my feelings about Harry Potter in a future post.)

2. My camera - I love having and taking pictures (I would like to add a note to my father who refused to believe I actually wanted one of these for years. He thought I didn't need it. I asked for it every Christmas for 3 years before I finally saved up enough money to buy it, with help from Mom. I think the same thing will happen with this bike I'm begging for.)

3. Tinkerbell Figurine - I love Disney and dreaming (I actually don't love Tinkerbell herself... Back when I was little she was nothing but a sassy little mean thing. I guess nowadays she is a tomboy or something... what is that about?)

4. My retainer - I'm a loser... 

5. Ihome with Ipod - I love music and listen to it 24/7 (It's all about Adele right now ya'll.... oh, and a song called "Home is wherever I'm with you." It's my kind of romantic.)

6. Picture of friends jumping in a field along the Italian Alps - I love friends, Italy, and jumping

7. Book by Deiter F. Uchtdorf - I'm a Mormon! (It's called "Your Happily Ever After" and it's a Christmas present from my mom. She's in the stake young women's presidency, and fell in love with this book through that. I think all young women should read it. It's fabulous)

Sunday, December 25, 2011

I'm kind of a big deal

Perfect. Today was perfect (minus the fact that I ate enough to keep me going for the next year... but that's another post for another day). I spent time with my amazing family, and got more than I could ever ask for. I'm amazed at how much my family gave to me, especially during stressful wedding days. I'm grateful for every little thing. Seriously.

I don't like to play favorites, but for the sake of a post I simply had to choose my favorite presents this year. So here is your Christmas 2011 Top 3 Presents

#3 Baby Accordion

Each year in the Hirschi family we get one present from one cousin. This year I got an accordion. Oh my gosh, I love it. After about five minutes (or two hours) with it I had taught myself how to play "Mary Had a Little Lamb" and I felt like a musical genius. If you know me, then you know I have a fascination with obscure talents, and the accordion shall be my newest. (On a side note, just last week J told me the best Christmas presents are the ones you didn't even know you wanted. I had no idea what he was talking about until this lovely gift.)

#2 A humidifier 

I am a grandma. I love sleeping with a humidifier. Love. But look how sleek and sexy this new fangled humidifier is. Look at it's curvy shape, it mood setting night light, and if ever a genie lived in a humidifier it would be this one. But seriously, look at me. Bri Borup: making humidifiers and accordions sexy again. (again?)

#1 Leather-bound Books
And now I hope you all understand why I titled my post what I did... if not, turn to your good friend google. I realize that these are totally a fad right now. Everyone wants to be Belle and have a big library, and fall in love, and feel oh so vintage and romantic (those thoughts all connect somehow). But these are real. I will read all of them, probably multiple times. Thank goodness I got these to fill the hole the end of arrested development left in my life. I think I shall start with Chronicles of Narnia. 

In other news, I think it's time that all of my friends came back to P-town because I am missing all of you.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas without my best friend

Knitting and watching Arrested Development. That is me right now. Actually, it is me this entire break. Thank you Netflix for putting Arrested Development online, and darn you television for only producing 3 seasons of it. That's right, I've watched all three seasons in a little over a week. During all of that, I've been knitting (something I picked up the other day). While my knitted square looks tiny, let me tell you right now that is has taken over 8 hours to make. It was supposed to be a scarf, but I fear it will never progress that far. My dreams of being a cool knitting grandma are over.

Tonight is Christmas Eve. Every year, my family goes out with family friends to dinner and a movie. A super chill evening, just the way I like it. Well, last year my best friend Jo married Ryan and they became the world's coolest couple. Sadly for me, this union meant that Jo would no longer be attending our Christmas Eve festivities. This year her brother Jesse went on a mission. We are so proud of him! This means that, for two years, he will also skip out on our festivities. Then my sister became engaged to a wonderful boy (I originally wrote man... but my sister is younger than me, so she can't be marrying a man, and guy just felt so casual. Boy felt like the term that would be used in the rom-com about their love.) which we are all very excited about, but it also means that Brookie spent Christmas Eve with his family. Bri, Jo, Brooke, and Jesse. I am the only one left from our Christmas Eve crew.
2008 (?) This is rough. I know Brooke is going to be real excited that I've reposted it for everyone to appreciate once more.
No one tells you what it's like to have a sister get married, not for real. I knew about the stress, and the craziness, and the planning, and the excitement, but I didn't realize that I was kind of losing my best friend. Who I am supposed to sit in the corner with at Borup family parties and laugh at all the little crazy things we do? Who do I talk to when I'm not sure if my outfit is cute enough for a first date? Where do I get new music for my ipod? Who is going to curl/braid her hair? Who do I share my secrets with? I've realized that I'm kind of losing my best friend*. It's made for a very bittersweet Christmas Eve.

*These are my selfish thoughts, and usually I don't think like that. I love Zane. I love that Brooke found someone who is patient, kind, and loving enough for her. I love that staying home from Utah State was a good thing. I love that in May my mom and I were bugging her to find out what this new boy was saying in FB chat, and now she is actually marrying him. I love that Brooke is marrying the boy who will make her more happy than she's ever been.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Biebs

On the way to pick up a friend from the airport, my friend J and I heard Michael Buble's version of "Santa Baby." We decided it had to be the most awkward thing Michael could have done, keepin' it classy by calling Santa "dude," asking for a Christmas tree decorated with stuff from Mercedes, and with lines like "Think of all the Hotties that I haven't kissed." The hotties? I'm sorry Mr. Buble, but I think you've gotten yourself confused with a cast member from Jersey Shore. Beside that, even with the changed lyrics, it still sounds like Michael is flirting with Santa...

I decided to share my opinion about the song on Facebook, when a friend suggested the uncomfortable nature of this song is on par with Justin Bieber and Mariah Carey's music video for All I Want for Christmas is You, so of course I had to google it.

He was right. Mariah's flirtatious, scantily clad, cougar glances at Justin could make anyone cringe. I laughed when it was finished. "Oh, haha, that was such a terrible music video. Mariah is creepy. And Justin, he looks so stupid with pierced ears.... and his stupid, giant, adorable eyes... and his.... okay, I think I need to watch it again."

I watched it 3 times.

Then I decided to google Justin Bieber... soon enough I was designing our wedding on Pinterest and posting heartfelt love notes to him in the comment section of the video. "BeLIebEr forevsssss <3333 All you haterz don't know anything about Justin" 

ok, that last paragraph was a lie, but I admit the temptation was there. I tried to get my sister to watch the video, but she refused. Not because she's anti-bieber, but because she realizes how easy it is to become obsessed with the boy, and she is through with that phase in her life. She then informed me that my own mother had to make a rule for herself that she wasn't allowed to google him. WHY JUSTIN?!?! Why do we love you so?

Tina Fey said it best "I don't know if I want to marry him, or put him in a stroller and push him around the mall?"

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Well... that was fast

So... remember how I just went to my first improv class thing? Well, last Saturday I performed in my first improv show. Talk about moving fast.

I wasn't planning on doing the show, but then the president of the club told me that I really should... so I did. I was terrified. I had butterflies ALL day. I had never done the games before, and I just wanted to do well.

I told my family they couldn't come. So, of course, they did.

And of course my best friend Becca came, too (she was invited. She's in the club with me, so I was okay with it) She is the SWEETEST and brought me a flower. It was embarrassing. I hope she doesn't do it again.

It was fantastic. I loved it.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

A scene from improv club...

I tried my hand at improv tonight. That stuff is hard, Drew Carey made it look so easy (my entire knowledge of improv is based on old episodes of Whose Line is it Anyway. Great Stuff)

Seriously everyone. I consider myself a confident, outgoing, sometimes humorous person. I thought that I would have no problem with improv. I was wrong.

Let me set the scene:

I walk into the room (5 minutes late. I'm already embarrassed) and there are twenty kids going in a sort of circle saying the first word that comes into their head. Easy enough. I have a whole lot of words in my head all the time. I join in. Suddenly, the only words that come into my head are "Banana," "Mike," and "Boob." The only word I let out of my mouth was banana. Over and over again.

Next the group was split in half. I was in a room with about 12 people. Everyone was super nice to me, and told me I was awesome, but I think that's only because they need more people in the club.

They made me get up on stage and do a scene. Somehow I ended up as a sheriff who liked planting marigolds. Fail. After that, we played games. I managed to fail at those too.

Now here's the kicker; I LOVED it. I will probably go again next week. What can I say, I have an addiction to embarrassing myself. There's no adrenaline rush like humiliating yourself in front of a group of your peers.

I'm sure I'll be amazing in like two weeks, probably way better than these guys (I'm kidding. My highest aspiration at this point is to be as good as the ladies they pulled from the audience.)

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

On a serious note...

Serious moment here.

My sister is getting married, and she was kind enough to let me take her engagement pictures, and if you want you can see those here. (I do not pretend to be a photographer, nor will there ever come a day when I will charge people to have me take their pictures)

Anyway, for some reason this wedding really made me think "Shoot! I have got to lose weight." I just imagined myself standing next to all her little size zero friends and looking like some sort of monster! About a year ago, I lost about 30 lbs, making me as small as I have been since my elementary school years. Since then, I've felt pretty great about the way I look, but this "getting thin for the wedding" pressure has actually started to get to me down.

Then I stumbled across this quote just a moment ago:

"You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed.  And you are beautiful."

It was written by Amy Bloom as part of an article about "Healthy is the New Skinny." You can see a review of the article, and the iconic picture with it here.

Anyway, the point of all this blabber is to say that every once in a while, no matter how amazing we actually are, we get down on ourselves for the things that we don't have any control over. My goal is to embrace my flaws, and work hard to improve aspects of myself that I have control over.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

There's a marriage in Agrabah

So, if you haven't heard all the buzz, I will announce it again here: Brooke is getting married.
My sister is getting married! 
My little sister is getting married... 

Isn't it law that the older sister must be married first? I mean, I know Elizabeth wouldn't have gotten married until Jane did (Pride and Prejudice reference up in here, what what). Well, I wouldn't want her to delay her day of eternal bliss, but maybe if I could find me a husband before her marriage then I could take that burden of guilt off of her. (Note: I am now writing this blog trying to do the accent of Annie Oakley. Oh you can't get a man with a gun...). Thus far in my life I have failed to find that other half, so here are my qualifications for any of you who have rich, handsome, eligible young men interested in saving me from a life of spinster-hood

1. I can make food - Cold cereal, burnt popcorn, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and those are only the more advanced meals on my food preparing resume.

2. I can sew - And by "I can sew" I mean "I have a Grandma who sews things for me but lets me pretend like I made them" Just check my skirt out from my Halloween costume (look on FB). That's right, I totally bought the fabric and watched my grandma sew it.

3. I can build things - Once my dad let me build my shelf all by myself. Nevermind that the shelves were upside down, leaving the unpainted side up, the shelf could totally hold like 10 books

4. I am graceful - and I regularly get in fights with stairs and floors. No, I never trip, I just attack sketchy looking floors. I'm looking out for my friends always.

5. I can do laundry - Not only can I clean those clothes, but I make sure that they shrink a little just because they are much more adorable that way. And do you have problems matching all the colors in your wardrobe? Not when I do the laundry, a little bit of bleach makes all your clothes a matching shade of ivory mold.

6. I'm good with kids -  Primarily because I am one. I'm proud to say that I hang out with my 10 year old cousin more than any people my age.

7. I smile all the time - even when i'm completely alone, or watching a sad movie, or walking alone on campus. I'm sure people wonder what I am thinking to make me smile like that. So let me share, "Potato potato potato po-tato potato potato pota-to potato potato potato..." (It's a real song. Google the potato song. you will understand)

8. I'm the definition of all things girly - Most things I mean. Not makeup, or giggling, or dressing well. Rather, I cry for no reason, I want chocolate always, and I need someone to constantly tell me I'm pretty.

SO, there you have it! Let all those lonely millionaires out there know about me! We got three months to dun find me a husband

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

These things that I've done

So, I was bored of the 30 day challenge, because they were all so cute-sey and sweet and, well, that's just not the direction I'd like this blog to take. So, I chose one last one to wrap it up. Here it is:

5 Things I've Done in the Past Week That I'm Proud of
1. I went to a party-deal all by myself where I knew no one. I consider it brave.
2. I made a circle skirt with my grandma (for my Halloween costume. I love October).
3. I didn't take a nap for the last two days. I'm tired, but I've gotten more done.
4. I've worked over 25 hours with my TA job in the past two weeks (I normally only work about 15-20 every two weeks)
5. I wore heels to school and they didn't make me cry in agony.
So... they're really boots, but still.  I had to take it at this weird angle because I'm in the middle of the library and I didn't want anyone seeing be taking more pictures of myself, though I'm sure they're used to it by now.
Guess what? I'm going to Disneyland this weekend.... I know. No one cares.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

So, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead...

Guys. This is the most important blog post you may ever read. You may want to take a picture to remember this important experience. I am in a terrible dilemma, the type that most people will never ever have to deal with. This last year I have gone through a lot of hair colors, and I've loved all of them, but I'm tired of changing and I want something to keep, so, this is where you come in (don't ask me what my natural hair color is. That is not the point).

We've got Blonde (ignore my stupid face, just look at the hair)

Red (maybe not THIS red, but something like it)

Brunette (and my hair does NOT always wave to perfectly)

Your help and concern is appreciated

Thursday, September 22, 2011

I'm a Bat who thinks he's a... I'm a man who thinks he.... I'm Batman!

I love Batman
I felt it'd been too long since I photoshopped myself into a picture of a male icon... 

 Thus far in my Film studies classes I have written two research papers on the man, and I'm about to start on my third. If ever the chance to talk about superheroes comes up when you're around me you should stop the conversation right there, because I will go crazy. Here is why Batman is the best:
- He doesn't have any superpowers, so he seems more realistic
- He is a man of mystery
- He's confident and good looking both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman
- He has real life struggles that audiences can relate to
- Batman films have been more successful over a longer period of time than any other superhero
- He is timeless and can adapt to any decade (unlike Superman, who is totally stuck in the 50's at the latest. I mean most superheroes have ties to some sort of newspaper business, except Batman. Because he's the best)

Seriously, Batman movies will ALWAYS be here. Always. He really is THE American superhero.

On the other hand, Anne Hathaway is the worst choice EVER for Cat woman (two words? I don't know) Bring back a Michelle Pfeiffer, or an Eartha Kitt. I really don't need to see Ms. Princess Diaries awkwardly strutting her stuff in a leather suit.

Any other Hathaway not-lovers? (there be no hatin on this blog, only not-lovin) Will you see the next movie EVEN though she is in it? It's still up in the air for me

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Paris Holds the Key to Your Heart...


This is my favorite picture of me. Ever. My dad took it of me on the Eiffel Tower. I loved Paris. Love. I mean, I loved Italy just as much, but I was there for three months, and next I want to live in Paris (or London)
So, if anyone wants to fund this next adventure just... lemme know. I wouldn't fight you. You could come with me if you wanted. We'd wear barets, eat escargo, and hang out at the louvre. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I'm so vain... I probably think this post is about me

Nonsensical title = check!

I'm not really vain. I don't think I'm anything extraordinarily special as far as looks go. Not too pretty, not too ugly, just sitting nicely in the middle. People tend to think I'm vain because I have the bad habit of looking at myself. On Skype, I spend half of the conversation looking at my little picture in the corner, sometimes during class, when I'm not taking notes on my computer I look at my reflection on the computer, I have over 1300 tagged pictures of me on Facebook, and back in Disney World I can't walk onstage without looking at myself in the mirror right behind the ropes at least three times.

My friends make fun of me for it. I know it's a completely ridiculous habit, so I've joined in the teasing as well. If you haven't caught on, you can look at previous posts where I talk about my "ridiculous good looks." It's all a joke. And it's funny. Don't take me too seriously. (On the other hand, the posts about me being hilarious are not jokes. Obviously )

The point is that looking at myself is a bad habit. I need to stop. I am not obsessed with myself, and I'm especially not obsessed with my looks, so I should STOP acting like it.

What if one day my soul mate walks past me at the same moment I'm walking past some reflective surface. That will be a story to explain to people in heaven when they ask why I never got married... "You see, God did send him my way a couple of times, but I was next to those one-way windows that look like mirrors on the outside. So, you see, it's totally understandable that I completely missed him."

I googled "girl looking in mirror" to try and find something to represent this blog... Well, mostly it was very sad girls*/girls putting on makeup/girls being naked-ish. This was the most relevant picture I could find. 

*On a serious note, how sad is it that most the pictures of girls looking in mirrors were sad? We should be able to see that our imperfections are what make us beautiful, and we should be happy to see those. NO MORE SAD GIRLS IN MIRRORS

Monday, September 19, 2011

Yittle Me

When I was little little I was adorable. Seriously. I'll be livid if my kids aren't as cute as I was when I was little. I mean, just look at this girl!

I haven't changed all that much. Still a rock star, still eat food off the ground, still don't wear pants, and still love me some Disneyland

Unfortunately, these adorable years couldn't last forever. I turned 5 and everything changed. I shot up about 6 feet, my teeth decided to go all red-neck on me, and my cheeks constantly looked swollen. To add to my awkwardness, I decided I needed to be friends with the smallest girls in my school. It really showcased giant-hood
Look at me looming above everyone around me. You know, no one ever made fun of me. I think it's because they were afraid I would step on them, then it would all be over...

Luckily, sometime after I turned 16 the awkwardness started to fade. I like to think those years of resembling Andre the Giant built character and made me the person I am today! (daily quota of being grateful for trials = fulfilled)

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Why do adults have blogs?

I get a lot of grief about my blog title. I don't think a lot of people get it. The story goes like this:
When I graduated from high school, my dad told me that I should get a blog. I was moving out, and the family wanted to know what I was up to in my college life. So, I reasoned that I was now an adult, and as such, I needed a blog.

Unfortunately, combining all those words without spaces in between left me with a URL that looked more like Adult Shave Blogs... Which has led to a lot of sketchy people checking out my blog. I've chosen to keep my strange URL. I figure that our quirks are what make us special.

Oh, and here are the 30 days of blogging...

day 1 – recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
day 2- the meaning behind your blog name
day 3- a picture of you as a child
day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have
day 5- a picture of somewhere you’ve been
day 6- favorite super hero and why
day 7- a picture of someone/something that has had the biggest impact on you
day 8- short term goals for this month and why
day 9- something you’re proud of in the past few days
day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad
day 11- write a bucket list of things you want to do before you die
day 12- write a poem to someone you love
day 13- your 5 favorite books and why
day 14- a picture of you and your family
day 15- put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play
day 16- a picture of yourself
day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have
day 19- write about a sweet memory from your past
day 20- write a letter to someone
day 21-a picture of something that makes you happy
day 22- what makes you different from everyone else
day 23- something you crave a lot
day 24- post your favorite quote or verse of scripture and why
day 25- what I would find in your bag
day 26- list 10 things that you are thankful for
day 27- my day job verses my passion
day 28- cruise a thesaurus and pick out 10 words you like the sound of
day 29 – favorite tv shows and why you like them
day 30 – movies you can watch again and again.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I've never been in love before

Some of you may not know this, but once upon a time, I was truly, madly, and deeply in love 
His name was Heath Ledger. 

If you knew me between the ages of 12-17 then you knew that I was obsessed with him. Seriously, I was a creep. I had a folder full of pictures of him on my computer, I cut out pictures of him from magazines, and if ever I had to come up with a fake name I was BriAnne Ledger.

I "met" him when I was about 12. I was at a summer camp, and my friend had a poster for A Knights Tale. She didn't want it anymore, so it was passed on to me. It was Love at first sight.

He will rock you, just look at that furrowed brow.

I was actually convinced that I would meet him one day. With my ridiculous good looks combined with my witty sense of humor he wouldn't be able to resist me. He was only 10 years older than me, that wasn't too big of a difference, right? I mean it would have been fiiiine for a 15 year old to date a 25 year old, it's just numbers. 

Oh Heath, you will always be my first love.

Made for each other

Friday, September 16, 2011

A Bandwagon? Count me in!!!

So, when school is in sesh I have less interesting stories to tell (sesh = cool young people lingo. I'm so hip) which means I'm joining the ever so annoying 30 day challenge thing. What what! So today, I will introduce myself with pictures and words. as if you don't already know everything....


Now some words...
Hopeless Romantic

Feel free to argue and add whatever you'd like :)


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Studying at School

I like to say that I have so much to do, but it's only because I'm a terrible procrastinator. I have classes only two days a week, and homework is usually only due on the first day of classes... so... alright, I put stuff off forever.

Last night, I forced myself to do my homework by going to the library. I never ever study in the library.It seems like such an awful place. So quiet, full of stressed out college students. but I had to do it to force myself to finish everything I needed to do. Now, I've heard rumors about studying in the library: boys will come up to you and ask for your number, you'll sit by annoying people at your table, there are ghosts, etc. I didn't deal with any of those problems. (Obviously, I normally have to fight boys off as they are ask for my number. It happens at least 20 times a day. A girl can only go on so many dates a weekend... Kidding. Not true at all. Not even a little tiny bit... Wait. How did I end up on this self-depricating tangent. Let's continue) I liked the library more than I thought I would because you get this GIANT able to spread all your crap out on. It was the best
Also, if you spread your stuff out like this, no one will come sit with you. It's like you have your own private office!

I finished almost everything... except for one paper... which I am supposed to be doing now... Instead I'm taking pictures of myself on my laptop and writing about a night in the library. 
Do you think anyone in this room thinks that writing around a picture of myself is an assignment?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

comprehensive weekend post w/out a clever title...

I went to Super 8 on Friday night. It was amazing. I loved it. After the movie I ran into some old friends from freshman year. The conversation went like this:

"Oh my gosh Bri! I haven't seen you in like 3 years!" -  Friend 1
"Yeah! Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you!"- Friend 2
"Yeah, wow, how are you guys!" - Me
"I'm great! Oh, this is my date, michelle" - Friend 1
"This is my friend Allie" - Friend 2
"Cool. Nice to meet you guys. This is my Dad." - Me

That's right ya'll, I spend my friday nights at the dollar movie with my dad. It is the definition of awesome. But really, we had a blast.
(on a side note, the "dollar" theater costs 2 dollars... Wataheck. but the "dollars theater" just doesn't have the same ring)

Then, tonight, I went to a friends house to watch the BYU football game. That's right. I watched football... for about 5 minutes. Someone tried to explain to me how it worked, bless your heart Jonny, but  still can't stand it. 

Then, my best friend Bec and I went to the park. Once there, we were asked by a large group of 15 year boys if we wanted to play tag. Obviously, we said yes. It may have been the most fun I've had all week.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Little Orphaned Books

Today is a sad day.
Borders is going out of business.

Digital music replaced the CD. That's fine.
DVDs replaced VHS. That is also fine.
TiVO replaced live television. Fine, fine fine
But online shopping replacing going to the bookstore? Blasphemy!

Going to the bookstore is an all day experience, full of the smell of coffee, the sound of indie musicians, the crisp feeling of opening a book no one has ever opened before.

You can't look at a picture and a summary to know if you'll like the book, because the story isn't the only thing to consider. You have to hold it, and feel it. Is it too wide? Too Heavy? Is it slippery? Are the pages to thin? Does it have a loose flap book cover? If it does, then what does it look like underneath? You need to read a few sections, because you're going to be spending the next few weeks with these characters, they might become a lot like family. I have three copies of Alice in Wonderland and every copy has it's own personality, none of which I would have felt if I didn't go to a store.

If you don't like reading, that's fine. you can sit down in a bookstore and people watch for hours on end. Sit in the self help section for a while, move to the foreign language section, sci-fi, romance, or biography areas. Everyone will have a different story. They are characters in and of themselves.

Obviously, I love bookstores, especially this particular Borders. I remember going there as a kid and grabbing a big pile of books and having to chose just one of those to bring home with me. Tonight, the shelves were littered with little reject books here and there...( and a large stack of Sarah Palin's autobiography... even at 70% off no one wanted to take that one to a home...) I know I sound dramatic, but everyone walking around that store tonight was mourning with me.

I pledge to read the printed word, and to continue visiting our bookstores.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Zombie Attack

My dad and I watched "Living Dead." Well, maybe that's not what it was called, maybe it was some other combination of words implying that something dead is no longer that way. If you know me at all, then you know I'm afraid of everything: bugs, bubble baths, my basement, under my bed, etc. But, no matter how scary they make Zombies seem I am convinced there is no need to be afraid of them.

1. They are dumber than rocks. 
2. They are slower than rocks as well
3. It's unrealistic to think that we couldn't stop the zombie epidemic before it happened to 100 people
4. Unlike vampires, they are easy to kill

Yes, they want to eat you, but so do bears, and we manage to keep them away most of the time. (Okay, I know bears don't really want to eat you... but I couldn't think of a better animal). If the movies about zombies hold any truth, then I will be one of the only people left alive. So, to save any of you who thinking hiding in a dead end hallway will be a good idea, let me give you a how-to list of surviving a zombie epidemic

Step 1: The first time you realize someone has turned into a zombie, do not let them scratch or bite you. It'd be a good idea if you just killed them. No need to feel guilty about this, because the person already died anyway. Lucky for you, you just killed the only zombie, and now no one else is going to become one. Consider yourself a hero.

Step 2: If you neglect to stop the problem at the base and a couple hundred zombies are created, get each zombie into a prison cell, or even easier, a room with a lock. Then leave them there. I don't think they are smart enough to unpick a lock, or even use their opposable thumb to turn the door knob

Step 3: If, in fact, you are one of the last  people in the entire world, then you have two options. First, hopefully one airplane pilot has survived, and together, you will fly to an uninhabited island. If that won't work, build a fort in the middle of nowhere made out of cement or metal.

Congratulations, you are still alive.

Of course, even after yelling all this at the TV, when the show was over I was still afraid of zombies for the rest of the night. Then, I took a pictures of lightning. And I felt cool about it.

Fact: Lightning kills more people each year than zombies

Friday, August 26, 2011

I talk Fashion

As of late, I have felt the urge to start dressing for (the phrase really felt like it should rhyme). Well, every powerful looking woman wears a pair of kick-butt heels. So, I've put away my ever beloved Toms (Note from the hipster in me: I totally wore Toms before everyone else) and I've been on the hunt for heels.
It's a disaster.
First off, I can barely stay balanced in a pair of tennis shoes. Put a 3 inch chopstick under that shoe? There is no way I'm walking without support. It's embarrassing.

So, I went shopping today with my little tis, who is quite the fashionista, hoping she could guide me. Instead, she informed me that there are a few tragic trends going on right now.

First off: THE CLOG
No. Absolutely not. Unless you plan on heading up to the alps soon to go a yodel-lodel-ing, then these CANNOT be cute!
who doesn't want their feet to look bigger?

Second: Flares
Until the world becomes really good at roller-disco, there is no need for this unflattering little beauties. Now they would look great if we all looked like this:
are those clogs peeking under at me?

But, the majority of people don't have legs that are mistaken telephone poles. So, this is what the rest of us look like:
In those pants are a fold out chair, laptop computer, and the population of Mexico city.

Which brings me to the fashions I wish were coming back in... or coming in for the first time

Tattoo Choker Necklaces

Like having a bad tattoo... only more itchy.

The Rachel
I really feel like I missed out on this trend, and I'd like it to come back while I've still got hair

Giant Sweatshirts

Like this, only in an XXXXXL Large. I''m convinced if I keep wearing them like I do the world is bound to catch on

In other news, I'm bored out of my mind.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

She's so Lucky

Obviously, it's hard coming from working in the happiest place on earth to slaving away at BYU, so coming home was not something I was looking forward to. A couple lucky moments have kept me sane.

First, on the full flight from Orlando to Denver there was only ONE open seat on the entire plane. Well, guess who that seat was next to... ME! It made for an incredibly wonderful plane nap.

Now, I inherited my adventurous side from my father. Since he was the one booking my ticket home, when he saw that there was one plane that landed directly in Provo he booked it immediately. The airline was a mess, and the layover was terrible, but the worst part had to be the other passengers. 
Don't get me wrong, they were all INCREDIBLY kind, and they smelled clean enough. The only thing is, everyone was married. I'm not lying. And out of the large crowd of newly weds, there had to be at least 5 couples my age with a baby (or babies). I'm sure that they made the right decision, and I'm sure that they are so very in love, but Disney World is full of the most flamboyant, crazy, loving, single people I've ever met. I could just feel the pressure to get married building up sitting in a crowd of 20-something year old parents, and I already started to miss my home away from home.
Here is where I get lucky. I had a feeling I would be sitting next to a new mommy, or even worse, her crying baby. But I ended up sitting next to a familiar face. To describe how I know this girl, I have to insert a mini story. When I was a freshman my roommates and I made a silly little video and put it on Facebook. It got surprisingly popular, and I had at least 4 complete strangers add me as a friend on FB because they thought I was funny. Well, the girl I sat next to ended up being one of those people. That's right, I spent my flight sitting next to someone who already thought I was funny. Needless to say, it was the perfect time to spout off a few of my favorite jungle jokes, all of which she laughed at. Not to sound sentimental, but this little blessing made my transition home much easier, and taught me that no matter how hard it is for me to find people in Provo who think I'm great, they do exist. 

Side Note: Seriously, I don't dislike people who have children. For real. And I love Children. It was just the change in the people around me that made me upset, not the people themselves. The mountains made me sad too, and I'm obsessed with those things. Ok. Just had to explain that to made sure no one had hurt feelings.

Then I drove home in my new car. No big deal.

Inserting picture to make this post look less wordy...

Seriously, I don't know why I let myself feel low so often, I have to be the luckiest person I know.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I love to Travel

So, if you and I are friends on Facebook, then you know I just went on a roadtrip of epic proportions. I started out in buffalo, where my friend Ryan picked me up and we went to Niagra Falls (sorry for a lack of photos from the first day) after that, we went to a little amusement park in Pennsylvania. Next stop: Hershey, where we went to Chocolate world and got our faces on a bottle of Chocolate Syrup, Followed by riding some of the great coasters ever in Hershey Park

 Next stop: Washington DC. Now, we only had two hours to spend here, so we parked our car at a meter, rented bikes, and saw the capital, the white house, lincoln memorial, and everything else that that area entails.

The rest of the trip was a lot of driving, followed by stops in Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, and Alabama. until four days of adventure later we finally arrived in Orlando, where we spent the night playing Disney Scene It all night with a group of old friends.

Working at the Jungle Cruise is still the greatest thing EVER! I was so nervous I would forget all my jokes, but as soon as I was back in that familiar Khaki, it was like I had never left. I already love all the new skips, and I'm having the most amazing time... and I've had zero time to text any of you back home, but things should be slowing down in a little bit here. 

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Shrek is a creep

This last week I traveled all over Southern California. Adventures include taking the wrong exit, and having to pay $15 in toll road expenses, hanging out with a rocket scientist, trying slot machines, finding the Hollywood sign, watching the taping of a new television show (where we may or may not have met the producer, who also produced Will and Grace and Spin City.... ok we didn't meet him, we only stood close to him. BUT we did meet the script supervisor of The Golden Girls). I won't bore you with details. I will just tell a story.

We had a lovely little hotel on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. Caitlyn, Aubrey and I were all talking about how much nicer the hotel was than we thought it'd be. Then Aubrey shouted "AH! A man is watching us out the window!"
I looked over to see this

I think he was trying to get us to come to his new musical extravaganza, but it felt more like he was offering us candy to get in his van with blocked windows.... I dunno, maybe that was just me. I'm pretty sure he got closer to our room throughout the night.

In other news, I'm packing to go back and work in Disney World. Excited!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Nail Salon

My mom and my sister have told me that I should wear more make up. Apparently, I look like I put no effort into my look. So Saturday, I gave in and put some eye shadow on. I loved it. I was really feeling good about looking put together, and I thought, "What makes a girl look more put together than painted nails?" So, me and the sis pulled out all our nail polish and set up in the kitchen. She painted her nails a lovely pink. I decided I would go with metallic. I put it on, and it looked like tin foil, so I thought it would look better with black underneath. So I took off all the metallic, painted my fingernails black, and put metallic over the black. 40 minutes later, I looked incredible.

Isn't it pretty how I painted the skin around my fingernails black? You may be wondering how you can get shapely nails like mine. Just bite them whenever you're nervous, and avoid moisturizers and you will look like me in no time! I'm sure you're also wondering how to get that nice red facial complexion, but that is for another day and another post. (note: If you don't know me, you should be informed that this post is dripping with sarcasm)

Sunday, June 12, 2011

My Best Friends

I'm a little bit of a hermit. I don't like to go out much, and there's nothing I hate more than calling people. So, when this weekend came I was pretty sure I'd spend most of it with my best friend... Netflix. Luckily, my mom forced me out of the house to go to dinner with her family. I'm obsessed with them.

My uncle has 4 (soon to be 5) kids, and they are the most beautiful, darling girls in the entire whole world. Seriously. They are so darling that I'm already ashamed of how ugly my own baby will be compared to them. It's that serious. Anyway, I've probably hung out with his two oldest girls this year more than I've hung out with any of my friends. After the little family dinner, I decided to go over to my uncle's house. The two oldest girls, K who is 11 and H who is 9, and I proceeded to play games, have contests, and ride a 4 wheeler. At ten their mom finally made them go to bed. As I was driving home I realized this was the most fun I'd had in a really long time. So, it's official, while I've been alive 21 years I am actually only 10.

Saturday, one of my favorite cousins, Nick, invited me and my other cousin Jess to go to the Desert Star for a show. We picked up Jess from her mom's work... which is the hospital. She works in these bad boys
Sweet. Tammy, you are the coolest.

Now Jess. She is 15. She ran a triathlon that morning. She won 1st place in her division, and 7th overall (Beating people much older than her, and a number of men.) She is a beast. Of course, you'd never know that when you talk to her because she has to be the kindest teenager who has ever lived. Her lucky parents.
Jess right up against the stage at the show. (I know you may think so, but this picture is NOT the work of a professional photographer. You will surprised to learn that it was only me and my cell phone. Feel free to be impressed.)

The point of this post is to say that all the people in my family are my best friends. I'm so close with my mom, I love hanging out with my dad more than anyone in the world (he is a fellow 10 year old), I have tons of fun with my sister, I see my mom's amazing family every Sunday, and lots of my Dad's family every Friday. I'm so tempted to talk about everyone in my family right now, but this post is already too long, so I'm going to wrap it up.

In other news, my dog just farted and she's totally pretending it wasn't her. I know it was you girl, stop looking at the door like it was someone outside. 

I can't believe I just mentioned farting on my blog...

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Once a Week

Once a week I drive up to the BYU Salt Lake Center for an accounting class. (Little plug for the Salt Lake Center: Classes really are better because they're smaller... and you will learn more. It's the best)
The drive is a little annoying, but I find ways to pass the time. Usually it involves singing to the radio, but every once in a while I get lucky and get behind a mini-van watching a movie. This week they were watching High School Musical. Being the cool person that I am, I knew what was happening without any sound. It was the best drive home ever.
On another note, if you drove a mini-van from SLC on South I-15 this Thursday and a little green car was tailgating you I must apologize.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Yet Another Trip

Last weekend I went to Disneyland with some friends. I know. Shocker. First, I'll tell a story, then you'll have to let me explain why I go to Disneyland all the time.

There is a show in California Adventure called World of Color. Basically it's the fountain show at the Bellagio on some serious Disney Steroids. I absolutely love it. When we went this time, I wanted to have a good spot to see the show, so we saw a big open space right at the very front. The fact that is was labeled wet zone didn't deter us.

"How wet will we get?" My friend Kelsie asked me
"Psh, I'm sure it will just be like a light mist. Nothing Serious at all" I assured her.

The show started. Just as awesome as I had remembered it. then the REALLY high fountains went off

"WOOOOW" Everyone shouted.

Then the wind started to blow.

Those fountains came falling right on the wet zone. Gallons of water were dumped on us. At the same time, we couldn't turn away from the montage of Disney movies playing across the lake. So, each time a giant fountain shot up we all cooed "oooh  aaaaah" then as it came down, we screamed and ran away. It was my favorite part of the trip.

Best water ride in Disneyland? Front row to the World of Color show.

Now, let's talk about why I go to Disneyland so often.

I love to travel. I love to drive. I love to make time to have fun. I love to spend quality time with people who are dear to me. And, since I work seasonally in Walt Disney World, I get passes to Disneyland.

I love helping people take a break from school, drive all night, and pretend to be a kid again in Disneyland. It's really cool that I can get myself and three other people in to the park, and I want to share that with as many people as I can. Lots of people can't ever go because it costs too much, and I have the chance to let them go. I'm like the stinking Fairy Godmother, right? (Glass slippers not included)

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


So, I'm so lucky that I get to travel so much. One of my most recent trips was to Hawaii. I was the videographer at my best friend Cheri's wedding. Seriously everyone, they are cutest couple in the entire world (Sorry for all my other couple friends...)
I will post their reception video soon, I need to make a couple changes before I do. 
But FIRST, I would like to tell a story totally unrelated to the marriage.
After Cheri and Tylor came out of the temple we were getting ready to go when two missionaries drove by. Who should be in the front seat but Elder Jake! (okay, I don't want to use his last name.) He was a friend from my high school! It was crazy and exciting. We took a picture. With my cell phone. It's the best

How weird to run into an old friend in Hawaii...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Hello Lionel

My sister is so good at blogging, and i'm jealous. She is, as of late, my idol. Love you tis.
(If you haven't read her blog it's "I'm Pretty Sure I Can't Do This" The title started as a joke when I forced her to start blogging, but now it probably looks like a sarcastic commentary on the challenges that come with leaving home... Brooke, you ended up looking so clever)

And with that, I bring you to a new section on my blog "Things I saw."

One of our shooting days took place at velour (I'd like to give them a shout out, as they were wonderful to work with). I arrived about a half hour early, which meant I had some time to wander around the street a bit. That's when I stumbled upon this little beauty.

My immediate response to this question? "Yes Mr Richie." 

It made my day. If the little strips had actually been a number to call you bet I would've called them just to say.... "Hello" Ideally, we would then proceed into an impromptu musical duet 

And there you have it folks, a thing I saw.

You're welcome.

Friday, April 15, 2011

End of the Semester

Second reading day! I have not had free time in so long!
Let's do a picture review
Brown hair....

Conference weekend at the cabin with the family besties

Sweet lighting on set. Bellpond has taken over my life. I found this lovely location. It was freezing. No heating.

Our director... I just think this picture is great.

Look, our actor acting.

Well, now I'm watching Modern Family and 30 Rock before I go to a review. I love free time.