So this is life...

I went with my family today to little Hatch town's ward. It provoked a very disturbing thought- how am I going to survive a singles ward where there aren't a bunch of adorable kids for me to giggle at?? Yes, I know. And I do pay attention to the meetings, honest! But I cannot tell a lie, for liars go to... a place where air conditioning isn't available. :p The kids definitely make my day, every Sunday. Seeing new mothers with their babies, and young brothers and sisters fighting over a butterfly book. Seriously people. So I asked my dad about my dilemma. He said there's always the preemies... (pre missionary boys :p)

We sat next to 'Big Erin', a girl-woman- who used to baby sit me when I lived in Kanab. It's odd to talk to your old baby sitter now that I'm her age and her kids are the age I was. Very strange indeed. But she and I decided it's ok, because I feel seven and she still acts twelve. Sometimes you just have to keep the inner child alive and forget that everyone's old. :p

On to the next item of business....
I can't even help it, I have to gloat or brag or whatever you call this:
I got twelve shirts, a new wallet, a pair of pants, some earrings, and an undershirt for 160.00! I find that rather impressive, personally, considering the fact my cousin almost bought pants for that price. Yep, just the pants. And they're not even ratty ugly sad sale bin looking shirts. TJ Max baby, that's the place to go for sure!
Also the Carl's Jr pit stop helped things out a bit. Just thought you should know. Bacon and Swiss is manna from heaven. Amen. :p

Yummy delicious Sunday Cheese bread

Yes dears, I cooked. Baked. Whatever.
I made cheese bread.
And it was delicious.

And it reminded me how I'm slightly delusional in my imaginings of eating normal healthy food in college. Remember how no one can ever afford that stuff? Yeah. Delusional. But I can dream can't I? So I'm putting together a recipe book and any cheap recipes are much welcomed.
Thank you for your time and money. (Long ago favorite quote of the Barton cousins and I. We're nuts. What can we say? "Flying frogs.... UNITE!" :P)

Little spots of sunshine...

Work Stinks. On many different figurative and literal levels.

Which is why cute little old men make me giggle. Especially when I take their order and their reply is, "Oh, who could want anything more after that smile? Gorgeous!" Haha. It secretly makes my day. Or the little grandpa man who said my eyes are the most beautiful he's ever seen. Maybe they're a little senile, but I'm taking them as compliments. Perfectly sane, rational compliments. :p Yup, they're my bright spot of sunshine in the nasty gloomy abyss of work.

That and trainees. Now I know how everyone felt when I was hired. (Oh wait. They still feel that way. Oh well.)

Seriously though, folks, if any of you want to help me find magic treasure or a pot of gold at the end of a few rainbows... that would be nice. Because quite frankly- I'm ready to blow a gasket with this constant work stuff. Really. I'm pretty much done with it.
Minus the fact I really want to move out and into my cute apartment next year.

Ugh. (Grumble grumble) Guess I'll stick it out.

I can't remember if I've used this quote already...

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bull. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” -Jim Morrison

Emotions and Vegetables. Vemotions? ... Emegetables?

A. I think that we should be able to turn off feelings because who ever wants to feel sadly or sickly or ugly or fatly or lazly or anxious..ly... and all those other 'ly's? Really, who wants those? Let's just skip out on them, please and thank you. Especially jealousy(ly) and jaded(ly). And lonely. And stressedly. (Ok, this is getting out of hand listing every negative emotion that pops into my frazzled head. Moving on? I think yes.)

B. Ya know those leafy greens and purples and oranges and red? Those tasty vegetables that kids never like and that for the most part I only eat because I have to? Yeah, vegetables. I'm CRAVING those things. Um, hello. This is getting bad people. Shannon Heap with the wishful middle name of Elizabeth is actually craving fruits and veggies. She even walked past cinnamon rolls, and all sorts of chocolatey treats, and all she could think was, "Yum, I want some peaches and V8."
I need a diagnosis. What is my problem guys??
Although better this way than the usual binge of burritos and peanut butter toast.

Work. Just don't whistle while you do it. Co-workers of mine have, and I'm here to report that it makes it seem longer and more annoying. I left with more twitches than usual. Speaking of work, that's basically all I do. Hence the zero updates. Some friends and I went to the lake, they're pansies though 'cause they only wanted to stay for a couple hours. Dear friends, we paid ten dollars to park for the day, and park for the DAY we must. Whats with this 2 hours deal? Goodness. I swear I could LIVE on the water if I could get away with it. I miss Lake Powell get aways like a chubby kid misses cake. Maybe even more. (Yeah, that much.) And the July Jambouree was pretty awesomely fun, I had a 'baby sitter', and he was crazy entertaining to hang out with. We found him a sweater (which made all the ladies think he's hott stuff. This really cool girl helped him pick it out too... oh wait, was that me? Oh, my bad. :p) and bought snow cones, and then ice cream... then danced at the cheerleaders fund raiser neon night thingy. This ten year old was the smoothest operator I've ever seen. He danced with one of the chaperones, and then reprimanded her husband for not dancing with his wife. :) Haha, kids. They say the darndest things. So I've been told anyway. And then after the dance we watched a scary movie. During which I fell asleep. Yeah, beats me. Who knows how I slept through the screams and "DUN DUN DUUNNN!!!!" music and five badrillion "Nasty-nast"s. (My friend got on a roll with those. Maybe it just feels grand rolling off the tongue. The first seven hundred times anyway.) And then I went to a friends farewell, (Good luck Elder Bunker! Go gain weight. :p And speak Tongan! It's pretty cool stuff, but crazy to think that my friends are going on missions and getting married.)

And now you're caught up.

Back to work, folks.

Ssssssuuuummer tiiiiimmmeee!!!!

Yeah. The extra letters thing... so annoying right? :p

Catch up time!:

Friday? Oh yeah, that was my awesome, 'Chill with Moo Moo in St of the George! Sunny afternoon of giggles, dancing embarrassingly in Hollister because the man working there was temporarily invisible. Applying, sniffing and then washing off lotions in Bath and Body just to start the whole process over again... healthy lunch in Target so we still feel like shopping. (Have you ever noticed that the whole burger and fries lunch sorta dampers your try on cute clothes vibes? Yeah. Hence the yummy veggies and fruity yogurt with granola. And a smoothie. Yum. Tastes better anyway.) Finding about a bajillion pairs of pants for half of what the first finds costed. (My cousin loves me. No, she's in love with me. Says her. I'm not even making this up to make my rep a little more cushy. Cross my heart.) Then Costco was, as always, grand. Attractive fellows peddling free samples of fizzy pop stuff. ("Excuse me sir, yes you. Your chapstick looks absolutely tantalizing, got a free sample for me? What? Oh no, we won't need the tube, I was thinking a little more fresh"-winks- haha) "Shoot! I forgot conditioner!" "You mean besides the bonus bottle with the shampoo?" "That doesn't count" "Sure it does, go to Wal Mart, it's almost the same. It'll count as bulk plus the bonus bottle deal..." "..."

Yes, cousins are great. And escaping Cedar for a day... fabulous. Then going to Deseret Book to browse for fun and coveting purposes (irony? Haha) and finding a clearance sale. Shannon Hale? Grand author... I'll let you know how this book goes. And Stephani Smith... I like her. I have a new CD. Yeah, so I was naughty. I spent money. I was gonna lose my mind. It's like that movie, "Confessions of a shopaholic". Minus the attractive man in the end. Although, I haven't reached the end yet. So who knows!

Yesterday? Work. Cleanage. Fun stuff right? The necessities of life... tis true.

Today? Nursury haha... I love those cuddly drooly occasionally screamy beasts. :p Cute little girls with gorgeous eyes who bond with you solely because you can open those blasted plastic things that have fruit snacks in them. :) And cute baby high fives and puzzle doing and playing cars... it's grand.

Good Sabbath all... Until next time I blog... here's a random quote for the post:
"I own them! I have the right to like them more than you." "Ya but I can covet them!" "Well good. Break those..... er....." "Commandments?" "Yeah, those." haha. Love you all. Yes, you.

Sometimes we do stupid things...

Like waltz across the street to random apartments during night games, because "you can't run in your condition" (meaning the condition of doing the bathroom dance...)
My friends and I were playing capture the flag (complete with decoy shoe flags and jail breaks) on the lawn by the statues at the Centrum. And I had to go to the bathroom a little. So my friend Jenna and I decided, "Hey! It'd be an adventure to go across to those apartments and use their bathroom."

On the contrary folks, on the contrary.

We get over there, giggling and being silly in my barefoot bathroom dance glory, knock on the door... giggle some more...

Shirtless Chubby opens the door.

"Awesome. This is awkward..."

"Can I use your bathroom?" (I squeak)

Door opens, and chubby disappears behind it. We walk in, he points to the bathroom...

Bathroom has nasty posters everywhere, and hasn't been cleaned since the beginning of time. Needless to say, I was slightly really grossed out, cause who knows what kinda diseases you could get from this thing.' It was basically horrifying.

Poor Jenna had to wait outside for me. Her experience wasn't any better apparently... they had lovely language. And more nasty stuff outside the bathroom.

Shuffle/run giggle back to the games... win the round... Star Gaze.

At least the story had a happy ending.



Unless I die in the next few days of a gross disease.