Skadoosh

Today as I sat on my floor amongst a mess of clean clothes that desperately need to be folded I was listening to some Pandora, now I love Pandora, but if it starts going the way of mainstream radio I won't stand for it! I'll boycott! What is this song that came on that makes me so upset you may ask? The first song that came on was Need You Now, by Lady Antebellum. I do like Lady A don't get me wrong, but they decided they needed to be played on pop stations as well as country so it's overplayed double what it normally would be. That is one of my biggest pet peeves, country artists thinking they can be pop too. Just choose one genre, for the love of pete! I don't exactly know who pete is but apparently he is much loved. I believe I have a key chain that informs people that my name is peter.... I might put that on my name tag at work so people will stop asking me if Pebbles is my real name.... Although, I don't know if a boy's name would really serve that purpose for me....

Anyway, on to the real reason for this post. Let me tell you a story, the setting is my front entry about three months ago... The doorbell rings and there's the Relief Society president from my home ward with a nice looking book in her hand. She hands it to me and tells me it's the manual for this year, sweet I'll put that somewhere safe......
Then she is asking me about the single's ward and whether I still want visiting teachers. I'm impartial, so I'm sad to say it was a slightly one-sided conversation as I nod randomly...
This may have been her plan all along though, next thing I know she's asking me to join an indoor 3 on 3 soccer league.
Sure, that sounds fun!
Wait! What?! Did I just agree to playing a highly competitive sport with an extremely in shape woman???? Not only did I agree, I said it sounded fun! Props to Ms. President for her strategic approach.
Now fast forward to last night. Our first game! Yikes! I'm not all that aggressive when I play sports because I'm afraid of getting hurt. For those of you who know me that will probably surprise you because in life I am a tiny bit aggressive and I will mess around with anyone. I wrestle with my brothers all the time. I don't know what it is, organized sports just scare me. So I'm sitting in the back of the car trying to telepathically tell my dad stations to find some pump up music on and to turn it up loud. Oh and did I mention at this point I was pretty much peeing myself from nerves.
We got to the field and signed in. All the boring stuff and the time has come to step onto that astro turf field. Now let's turn your attention to the other team, they're all probably early twenties and look like they know what they're doing, you know the look, their shin guards don't look brand new, their socks don't have creases in them from where they just took them out of the package.... And wait, are they wearing matching shirts??? These ladies mean business... Oh boy we are so dead...
And so it begins, three from our side in the lime green pennies provided by the facility, smelling distinctly of teenage boy and turf, and three from their side, with their nice yellow shirts and broken in shin guards. I was on the sidelines at this point, trying to watch and pick up some sort of technique before they need a sub and I get thrown to the wolves.
Now to not bore you completely I'll just tell you, I struggle with ball control, but toward the end I figured out that you can't just kick it and not follow through, chase it. Always. I also went back and forth between myself, the wall and one of the other women on the team and on the fifth bounce off the wall I kicked it in! Whoo! Now they killed us like I said, but it was 10-5 instead of 10-0 like it could have been. One of the women on our team actually played in high school so she was our fighting chance. Next game will be even better now that we have the hang of it! And I can honestly say, I loved it!

OCD

Mostly I'm posting right now because I'm obsessive compulsive and I can't get the font on that last post to change so I have to figure out what I used on the rest of the posts so I don't do this to myself again. But I will tell you that I love Harry Potter, there it's out in the open and you all know. I love him. I just re-read the seventh and again, cried like a baby when he has to go into the forest. If you haven't read them, I strongly recommend it! Anyway, that was on my mind since I just read it and I watched part of a marathon on tv while I was babysitting and it showed never before seen footage of the Deathly Hallows. It almost made me sad that they're almost done with the movies so there won't be anything to look forward to anymore.

My Tool of Choice Shall Be.........

A grinder!!! Oh not just any grinder, this is a special grinder. A grinder worth emulation by other grinders, a grinder so fabulous that it's the only one we amateur users will take into our hands. What makes this grinder so special? Well the spark guard of course. The guard that so lovingly sends sparks in the direction away from my eyes so I can keep the little peepers open while that disc spins at 500 miles per hour precariously close to my hand.
I'm sure you're wondering why the devil I'm talking about my fingers being too close to chopped off for my own comfort and I will tell you I promise.... Right now! I went and worked with my dad a few days last week. For those of you who don't know my father is a contractor, he puts steel framing in commercial buildings. It's a highly prestigious and dangerous line of work. Now normally when I go on a job site I don (yes, I looked up the spelling for that word) I don a hard hat, to prevent fatal head injury obviously, safety glasses, to prevent eye irritants, and a brightly colored vest, to prevent stupid forklift drivers from running me down.... Personally I don't think any aforementioned precautions would do much good if I didn't pay attention as well... Anyway, I put on my garb and sit in a lawn chair for 7-8 hours doing my best to not fall asleep... This is called Idiot Watch, although the politically correct term is Fire Watch. I watch as sparks from the welds above shower down upon concrete and make sure nothing is set ablaze... As you may have figured out from my description it's called Idiot watch because really any idiot could do it. As long as they weren't narcoleptic.... The only time my dad ever has one of these on duty is if he is required by the job superintendent. If they require one they usually also require that they do no other work, hence the parking of the rear in the lawn chair.
So the job I went on this last week had no such second requirement, which is awesome since I hate sitting around and feeling dirty since I'm on a job site. When I went up there the first thing I did was drill holes.... Not in wood, no no in cement walls. Yes, it's quite intense. I felt legit, until the drill got stuck and swung around and really hurt my poor wrist ha. Next thing I did was carry insanely heavy steel braces for around a half a block. Ouch. But I did it, twice, without taking a break. The next day is where the real fun began. I had to cut filler rod... They ranged in diameter from around a half inch to an inch. I'm sure my dad will read this and think I'm such a dork since I still have no idea what I'm talking about, but he can't comment so none of you will ever know if I'm right! Anyway, I used a hand grinder and it shoots sparks everywhere. Scary, but at least I had my safety glasses on. I also imagined every single way the dang thing could run amuck and cut off necessary body parts.... I also looked up amuck and let me inform you of the dictionary.com definition as it makes total sense in this context:

a. to rush about in a murderous frenzy: The maniac ran amuck in the crowd, shooting at random.

b. to rush about wildly; lose self-control: When the nightclub caught fire the patrons ran amuck, blocking the exits. Either will do nicely I think. So for three days last week I called myself Larry, Master of the Grinder.

On Wednesday I also went country dancing. Best night of my life! Ok, maybe not, but it was seriously so fun! I recommend it to all out there. Girls: don't worry about not knowing anything, they're patient. Boys: learn your stuff so you can teach the girls! haha I'm going again this week on Saturday with an adorable boy whom I shall only say that much about lest I jinx myself:D

One last thing I did! My dad and I went up and test drove a car in Salt Lake that I'd had my eye on, thank you ksl.com, but alas, it was a total junker. I was disappointed so we went to the government surplus lot and lo and behold, there's a truck! Extremely well taken care of inside and out, which is rare for the surplus lot. But tomorrow morning after class my mom and I are going up to check it out, figure how much insurance will be and most likely buy it!!!!! Cross your fingers for me that it's not sold as things go fast up there! I'll keep you posted!!!

Sometimes I remember I'm in college.....

Going to UVU, living at home and I don't even own my own car? I may as well be back in high school. I've seen more people at UVU from high school than I've seen anywhere else since I graduated. The fact that all the buildings are connected by hallways doesn't help the feeling of being back at the stupidity of the teenage days. Anyway, today I actually walked outside to get to one of the buildings in between classes. Weird, right! And I went to an institute class at the college. I go to the one in my stake so I've never even stepped inside the institute building. I went with a friend and his class apparently needed to talk about the perils of pornography.... Mind you this is a friend who we've been hanging out for like two weeks so we don't know each other all that well. Awkward!
Anyway, back on track! I'm usually at the school for about 2 hours a day, I go to class and I leave. Sometimes I use the library to study, but mostly if I go in there it's to meet up with a friend... I want to go to a real college where I can call it campus and walk outside everyday. I really don't think I could get around outside even if I tried at that place. Oh well, maybe someday I'll go somewhere that isn't a glorified high school.
And there's my rant for the day, I apologize for being a whiner, but hey, you're reading this of your own free will right?

Peach Cobbler Cupcakes!!

Yum! My mom bought a cookbook that only has cupcake recipes in it and I finally cracked it open last night. It has some pretty inventive recipes in it. It was a toss up between making Orange Creamsicle cupcakes and the Peach Cobbler, decision maker? We didn't have to go to the store for anything with the peach ha. So my kitchen sidekick started mixing while I gathered up the ingredients.Yummy batter, Taylor kept eating it with his fingersAnd of course what is peach cobbler without peaches!They took forever to bake!

My father thought he was real funny and "claimed" his. I let Shadow eat it heh heh hehOh, the OveGloveI made him smile like that and it took forever to finally get that picture. Don't mind the fact that it's sideways, I have no idea how to change that at this point.
I didn't have any make up on when we made these so no pictures with me in them, but I got my hair done so someday I'll post a picture of that.

Ode to Laundry

An ode to laundry, I don't think I ever learned if there was a specific format to writing an ode so if there is you'll have to forgive the name and just ignore that it's ridiculous. I do want to pay tribute to the washing machine though, I absolutely loathe using it, but I love the way my clothes fit after they come out of the wash. I love that my jeans are nice and snug and that my shirts don't have that yucky stretched out feeling. Right now I'm wearing my last pair of pants that still fit somewhat well and I'm nearing the end on shirts. I even went shopping to try and find new pants so I could put it off a little longer, but alas, Down East hasn't gotten any new Big Stars lately... At least not the Orem store, I may have to try the AF one. Anyway, I will have to do laundry soon, but I still have one t-shirt I can wear without an undershirt and some long lost pair of pants... Oh! I have some skinny leg ones I haven't worn since I washed them!!! Yes!!!! My life is now complete, tomorrow I shall wear light colored skinny jeans and a gray Mickey Mouse shirt! I don't think I'm even out of socks and undies just yet. What was I thinking?? I don't need to do laundry I was just getting greedy for my jeans to fit well muahaha BUT! My love of fresh laundry still stands. It will always be first in my heart!

The First

I've started a blog! Obviously... I'd like to say this blog is long-awaited, highly anticipated or even expected, but it's not. This will be my place to vent, record my triumphs and be annoyed at my own failings. I hope hope hope I don't turn into one of those blogs that just sort of ends and I stop posting. I'll do my best to not do that! Even though no one will notice as the only person who may actually glance at this with some semblence of regularity is my own mother. As I read other's blogs it was always a little weird to me that the first post was always so short.... Now that I've started my own it makes more sense, what do you say in this post. Maybe tell about myself? I can't think of anything interesting to say... Wow good way to start out, huh? Let's just say I have an extremely yellow personality, if you don't know what that means I can't help you right now... I can't find a good link explaining it, whoops. I guess I could write the purpose for this blog, I'm going to tell of my adventures over the next few months living at home and saving up money for a certain experience in my life that I will tell of in a later post as it deserves more than just a blurb at the end of a lame-o first post.