Beauty

The other day I was sitting in the hair salon waiting for the dye on my hair to soak into my hair and I was reading People magazine. I know cliche. I was even sitting under one of those driers that makes me feel like I'm going to go into orbit heh. Anyway, the People I was reading was talking about their most beautiful people list. They asked the question, what makes you feel most beautiful. I honestly don't even remember the celebrities that answered or what their answers were, but it made me ask that question of myself. What makes me feel most beautiful? I must admit I have some shallow things on the list, but that's ok right? There's shallow beauty and everyone needs to feel that way sometimes. As long as that's not the only thing that makes a person feel beautiful. So, this post is going to be a list of things in no particular order that make me feel beautiful. This will obviously be in the works for awhile since I can't think of them all right this second, and anytime I'm having a bad day I'm going to sit down and force myself to think of five things to add to the list. So here goes.....

I feel most beautiful when......



I learn something new from something I've read or heard dozens of times.

I have freshly washed hair.

I think of something that could really help someone and then I do it for them.

I make someone else feel good about themselves.

I have freshly waxed eyebrows.

I make someone laugh.

Someone makes me laugh.

I laugh at myself.

Something makes me cry... Tears of joy of course.

Driving down the road with the windows down, wind in my hair, smelling summer and listening to the birds sing.

Someone tells me I'm beautiful.

I feel the spirit.

I bear my testimony.

I think of my potential and all the things I can do.

I feel the love of my Father in Heaven and Jesus Christ.

My hair actually does what I want it to.

I wear that great dress I bought on sale.

I wear an awesome pair of shoes.

I shave my legs haha

I get a text from that certain someone.

Someone tells me they were thinking about me.

Sitting in the sunshine.

Like I said, some are shallow, but I'm good with it. I think this is a pretty good list. Now everyone think of your own:)

Work Work Work

Today, reader, I have two bits of frustration to share. The first is about my name. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my name. I didn't always, in fact, I hated it in elementary school, back when I thought it was cool to be the same as everyone else. As I got older though, I saw the awesomeness in it. And we all know there is no charge for awesomeness... Or attractiveness. Anyway, the frustrating part is that I wear a name tag at work and EVERYONE asks about my name. I had a man come through my line today and asked me how to pronounce it..... Umm.... It's phonetic.... And when I told him he said, oh that's what I thought... ok guy.... I also had a large group of Polynesian men come through (slightly overwhelming) and they called me a liar when I said it was my real name. Really? Come on! But! There is one good thing, today, I had a woman tell her husband she wanted to name their unborn child Pebbles. Oh yes, I have inspired even just one person to go against the norm and give their child something great. I loved it.

Ok, second piece of frustration. This one is directed more at myself than anything. You know when people talk about writing a letter and throwing it away to get your anger out? Well I really want to start this practice, as I feel it would help me since I can get out all my frustrations and think about everything I want to say. Here's the catch though, I think I might be too tempted to actually send them.... And that would not be good.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry you broke my heart. I'm sorry that I didn't see it coming and that I thought I could trust you. I'm sorry that I thought you were different and you wouldn't play me like a fiddle. I'm sorry that you made me want to be better and in turn your rejection made me feel as if I wasn't good enough. I'm sorry that I kept hope even though I knew better. I'm sorry that you know how to treat girls well and that even if you don't like them you still treat them amazing which causes that danged hope.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry I broke your heart. I'm sorry that I am a flirt by nature. I'm sorry that sometimes I like the attention and don't discourage you as much as I should. I'm sorry that you didn't understand when I said we'd be just friends.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry I felt betrayed by you. I'm sorry that I didn't want to try and salvage what had been dying for awhile. I'm sorry that maybe I was immature. I'm sorry that I was selfish. I'm sorry I can't be a better friend. I'm sorry that I don't want to be a doormat anymore.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry that I feel like I can't do anything right sometimes. I'm sorry that I hurt you by not being what you wanted.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry that I put so much stock in your opinion of me. I'm sorry that I'm rude when you say hurtful things. I'm sorry that that's how I cope with it and not show how much it pains me to hear those things.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry that I was intimidated by you and didn't know how to act around you. I'm sorry that I made a fool of myself and you won't ever talk to me again because I'm a doofus.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry I haven't written you a letter. I'm sorry that I haven't been a supportive friend. I'm also sorry that I know your secret. The secret that hurts me so so much and I can't imagine what it must be doing to you. Or if it is doing anything to you.

Dear so and so,
I'm sorry you can't spell. I'm also sorry that it drives me up the wall and that your bad grammar makes me want to scream. I'm sorry that you grew up in a time where 'cuz' and 'like' and all things text abbreviated are words.

Obviously those are not at all specific, but I figured this was the closest I could come to having it both ways. I don't know that the people these are intended for even know about this blog, I also don't know that they would know it was directed at them, but I do know I feel a little better and I didn't hurt any feelings by sending a specific letter and no one knows who or what these are intended for.

And that is all sorry about the downer post, but it had to be done and so I bid you goodnight, fair reader.

I've Fallen Like a Fool for You

Also! I fell in love with a song yesterday, normal people would just post a video, but I'm new to this blogging thing and have no idea how ha. Someone teach me please! Anyway, Look At Me by Carrie Underwood. I was listening to the Play On CD on the way up to Park City with mi madre and actually listened to the words of that song. It totally describes the dating life of most single girls out there. To a certain extent at least. Why are we all so foolish??? A lot of the time we know there's nothing there for him, but we hope anyway. We read way too much into every little thing he does even when it means nothing to him. Maybe he's just a gentleman and wouldn't treat a girl any other way, whether he has feelings for her or not. Honestly, he might just be a major pig and be looking for some action, whether we want to think "he's not like that" or not, some are. I don't know if guys do this too since I'm obviously a girl and haven't talked to many male specimen about the subject, but ladies, please! No more of this insanity! I'm probably the most guilty of this and need to take my own advice, but that also means I know how stinkin' hard it is to not hope for things that shouldn't be hoped for. Anyway, that's my rant for the night, I had many so I chose that one ha, sorry about not having a video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deUFpJPpDBo


Look! A link! I know this video is just a montage, but there's not a whole lot better. Also, if I wasn't already determined to be Pepper Potts when I grow up, I would be Carrie! Maybe I'll be a mix.. No idea how, but hey, I can be anything I want to be right?

School's Out!

It was with much apprehension that I logged onto UVLink today to check my grades... I had three whole classes this last semester and none of them were too tough. I was also working though and one of those classes had mostly busy work, so it took the back seat to other things I needed to do. What class is this you may ask..... University Student Success... Ironic that the class I was sure I had failed was the one that was meant to help me in my studies hehe I'm a winner student... Anyway, so I logged on and searched for about an hour to find the grades. UVU website=not at all user friendly!! I asked a friend who did not help at all, but I finally found it! Drum roll please!!! Two B+'s and a B-!!!! Yippee!!! I have no idea how I pulled it off, but I was so happy!!! Apparently the professor just really loved me heh heh heh there's no other way I could have passed that dang class. And so... Without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, SUMMER VACATION!!!! Yes, I will be working A LOT! And apparently no one has given Mother Nature the memo, but oh well, it is summer none the less!!!! The warmth will come soon!

PS As I am now officially a passing college student, please if you read this or any post and find any mistakes, call me on it. It drives me crazy when I read things that make no sense and make me think of the writer as unintelligent ha.

Monticello

I know, I know, two in one day doesn't make up for my lack of posts lately, but hey, at least I'm doing it now... So over Easter weekend I went down to Monticello... Not with my family though haha I actually went with the boy from country dancing a couple weeks ago.This is Jason and me:) like I said, he's kind of adorable.

I rode down with his family on that Friday and we got there at like 11, in the car it was his parents, his 13 year old brother, his twin brother's fiance and myself hahaha so funny. It probably should have been really awkward for me since I'd only met his family once, but it really was fun. I talked to his brother's fiance quite a bit too. She's super fun. So when we got there we couldn't go to sleep of course so we went in the hot tub. His three brothers, the fiance, him and myself... It was a small hot tub and let's just say I am a footsie slut, just from that hour and a half haha. We then watched The Princess and the Frog, I actually really liked that movie. I think it's cute, but his brother was snoring soooooo freakin' LOUD!!!!!!!!! It sounded like a chainsaw it was so loud! ha Jason's twin, Derek (the chainsaw) on the left and his 18 year old brother Ryan (a footsies culprit) laying down.



So the next day, we got up at 8 so we could leave by 9, yes if you do the math it's about 4 hours of sleep since we didn't get in bed till around 4 or 5. I was so stinkin' tired!!! We were going hiking though and I was excited to be out in the sun, since we'd had snow at home for like a week. Ugh have I mentioned I hate the snow? Well I do. So we got all ready to go and left for the Medieval Chamber canyon near Moab.



















For those of you familiar with me, you'll know I don't like acting like a girl when I'm doing things like hiking or camping. I'm one of the guys for the most part so instead of walking around the girly way, I went the exact same way the guys did. hahaha



It was a 3.5 mile hike and we started at noon.... Guess what time we got done? I think it was 5:30 ha. It wasn't even our fault though! There was a group of 4 who caught up with us right before the first place we had to rappel so we let them go first since there were 6 of us and we figured they'd be quick...... Yeah, no. It took them like an hour to get down.Oh well, our turn came, and I can't say I wasn't a little nervous, but it ended up being so fun! I loved it!

The first shelf of rock on the rappel, about twenty five feet from the bottom.

Right before I hit the bottom. Oh yeah I made it!




The second rappel. This one was so much worse to start out! It just dropped straight off whereas the first had a little hill and then it went off. I did this one a lot faster though. I was pretty proud of myself. I'm almost to the ground here because Jason's dad kept telling me to stop for a picture and I didn't hear him ha
Now look closely at this picture, what do you see? If you said two people rappelling at once you would be correct.... Jason and Ryan used each other for their counter weight and went at the same time. Can you say heart attack for those watching?They made it down, don't worry:)
So, that was my adventure in Monticello. It was sooo fun! I need to go hiking more!



PS I know the layout of this post is kind of weird, I tried to be cool with the pictures and failed.... Whoops.

Almost a Month???

Wow I feel it's been so long... It's been a busy three weeks though. In the space of these three weeks I've been on a road trip, babysat overnight for 4 days and become a stress eater....... We'll start with that last one because it makes me sad.

It all started last week while I was babysitting, all I ate was Ramen noodles, frozen personal pizzas, fast food and candy. I even stooped so low as to eat french fries from McDonalds. Blech. I ate Costa Vida and cereal too. This is just the beginning though, those kids were crazy and it made me frazzled. So when I got home Sunday I was pretty ok, just feeling annoyed so I decided to have some chocolate, one piece turned into two and it all went downhill from there! Before I knew it I'd eaten the rest in the box. It was a half pound and there were only about four gone... Yikes!!! So at this point I'm trying to figure out why I'm so munchy.... Then I remember the crucial element, my aunt is coming to visit in a couple weeks, she always stresses me out. For the sake of anonymity we'll call her Aunt Flo. Darn her poor timing.

The next day at work I was still feeling like I needed something sweet and decided against my better judgment to buy the delicious pumpkin cookies the bakery makes..... And ate 5 of them during my break. Sick! At this point I'm feeling like a whale and thoroughly annoyed with myself and my lack of control. Tuesday my uncle fell 15 feet so I was freaking out about that at work the whole time and had a donut and Dr. Pepper at work. I ate something bad Wednesday, Thursday and Friday too, but you get the idea and I can't remember what they were ha.

This week I've also had a whole can of Pringle's, about half a package of Chips Ahoy, I did share that with my nephews though. I also had Del Taco one day after class and last night I had a quasidilla from Costa Vida. GROSS! I've probably gained five pounds this week alone. I'll let ya know ha...

So now that you all know my nasty habits, feel free to shun me until I start jogging again and tell me I'm gross. Who knows, maybe it'll help haha

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!