Good Sabbath :)

What can I say? We're an attractive family! My mama and dad were the most eloquent speakers Hatch has ever seen, and no one gasped too audibly when I messed up on my musical number, so I think I'm safe still.

(I've got to admit that the best part of the whole sitting on the stand ordeal was the cute little red head kid that was waving enthusiastically at the stand. :p )

Wish I was...

knee deep in the water somewhere, with a blue sky, a breeze and only worry in the world "is the tide gonna reach my chair". :p

Ok. Now after that totally irrelevant tangent/title....

I have a story for you!
So yesterday, the girl I was working with and I spotted a really handsome dude. Which isn't really all that uncommon if we're being honest. (An hour after that a Greek god came in. See? Fabulous scenery here at Bryce Canyon National Park. ;p)
So we were maybe giggling about how he was cute, and then I noticed that his t-shirt said something about the Book Of Mormon. Cute and religious? Are you kidding me? Attack!!
So then a few minutes later his dad came through my line and asked
"Are you Mormon?" (Which sort of caught me off guard,)
"Yes, I am." (Smile)
"Good for you, so are we!" He then launched into a random conversation of small talk that consisted of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and Montana. Which is where he's from. (Aubs, I thought of you!)
So I hand him his receipt and send him on his way, and he gets all of five feet away from the counter and I notice him pushing his son toward my register with a book (It was hilarious, he was practically stage whispering "Go! Go!" to him.) His son just so happened to be none other than Mr. Religious and Attractive!
Don't worry, this isn't even the punch line yet. No sparks or anything, just politeness. Not even real flirtatious politeness.
Then when he started walking away I noticed his dad standing around the corner of the first display, half-hidden and grinning. Awkward? (I literally started singing "match maker, match maker make me a match... find me a find..." from Fiddler on the Roof.)
So I told my co-worker about the whole encounter, and after we giggled I said "Well. That was awkward, but he was attractive, so if they want to arrange marriage, I'm ok with it."
"Darn! You should've put your number on his receipt!"
Giggle giggle... and so forth.

Two minutes later, guess who walks back in?? Yup. Mr. Religiously attractive.

"I have a question for you..."
"Ok?" (Smile. Pretend I'm not freaking out a tiny bit inside.)
"So, I'm leaving on a mission in about a month, and I just wondered if you'd write to me?"
(Really? Oh dear.) "Sure!" (Smile still plastered on my face.)
"Ok," hands me a paper with shaky hands, "here's my address."
"Thanks, and what was your name?"
"Morgan, you are?"
"I'm Shannon..."
(Blah blah blah)
He asked for my mailing address and I kinda sorta gave it to him. (I may in fact be a total idiot for giving a stranger contact information. You can shake some good sense into me later if you wish, because by then maybe the effects of good looking-ness will have worn off.)

So. There's my story.

For a minute I was feeling pretty flattered, but then I wondered what number on the list I was. And how many other girls his dad flung him at.
And if he's just trying to rub girl letters in the other Elder's faces.

Either way.
Mr. Handsome came back for me. ;)

(This is how I felt aaaaaalll day. ;) )

I apologize most sincerely

I've been a little on the bored side with my blog. Nothing new, just lots and lots and LOTS of people and lots of interesting observances...

On the bright side, I got last Saturday through Monday off, so I got to spend more time with my familia! (Whether or not that was a good thing depends on who you ask I suppose. :p After kicking Miss out of my room repeatedly- erm, I mean the room that my parents so kindly let me use that they own (that was just for you dad ;) )- and dominating the Netflix watchage (Bones is definitely the best!) they're probably happy to send me on my way again.)
My dad even made peach cobbler! (Mostly because I "smelled" it. Or so I like to tell myself, it makes me feel special.)

Also, I rediscovered my love for Jack Johnson. That fellow's voice can smooth every ounce of road rage right out of me! It's a new driving home from work tradition. Starting now. (Or an hour ago.)

Lately, I've been thinking a lot. And this is total reiteration so you can skip this part if you want,
but I really am so lucky to be able to spend so much time with my grandparents on both sides this Summer. They've got so much wisdom and love that I just feel like a whole new woman! :p I love them so much! I have an audience who thinks I'm great when I practice the piano, and free hugs whenever I need them, discussions on life and love and religion and funny memories in the evening after a hard day of work, recipe plotting, and just feeling like I'm someone of worth who's loved. How priceless is that?
I love my grandparents yard with the fruit trees, and garden and rose bushes... I seriously love small towns so much!
I just love life. :) Even if it is scary and you've got absolutely no idea where you're going after this phase, and it's flustering and confusing sometimes. Life's good, right?

Tomorrow my Mama and sisters are coming to Tropic and staying til Sunday(?) when my Mom and Dad are speaking in Hatch. I think my Grandpa might be more excited than me. :) It's so sweet to see what a soft spot he's got for my mom. And how could he not? She's a good one! Sunday, I'm playing the piano in Hatch, and if you all want to have a special fast that I don't totally massacre the song, that'd be ok with me. It's "Come Thou Fount" which is one of my dad's favorites, and one that I love love love! We sang it in our YSA choir in Ephraim at Stake Conference, and it's such a powerful song!
Speaking of Sunday's, the next one is when my cousin Justin is having his missionary homecoming! It's so crazy that it's already been two years, but I'm so excited to see and hear him speak. :) His letters and e-mails are always so sweet, he's such a good example. :) I'm so lucky to have so many of those on both sides of the family too. :)

And now that I've rambled about a whole lot of random thought barf, I'll spare you all and say adieu. :p

Ah the good old days

Before every day of your life was spent in an adult like fashion called "working".

(I stole these off of the website my cousin Callen made for our family. How and where he got these pictures, I'll never know, but they're kind of fun stuff!)

Now to the updating.
-EVERYONE is getting married or going off on a mission. No big deal, it's just that life is changing drastically, and fast.
-I'm still getting spoiled, and I love love love all the time I get to spend with both sets of Grandparents. :) Really, it's such a blessing to have this opportunity!
-I'm still feeling fatty, and still not working my bum off to fix that. Shouldn't there be an invention to make me skinnier and healthy without all the effort? ;) (That doesn't cost my arms, legs, and first born?)
-Free pizza in the park may have made four of the five of us sickly children for the rest of the shift. Will we return for delicious potentially poisonous pizza? That's an excellent question, those are hard odds to weigh out.
-I really need to stop going back and forth every weekend because paying for gas stinks. (But I don't want to give up the weekend hugs!)

Anywho, I should go do something productive again.
Like study some more pharmacy tech. (Blech.)
Or maybe work my bum off to feel healthy again.
... Or take a nap? Does that sound productive to anyone else? ;)

This is why I love work....

I meet stinkin adorable little guys like this:

(Dad, you'll appreciate this) he had the cutest little southern accent, and we even discussed Jerry Clower.  

He also informed me that he is "the countriest" in his family, and that he sings. So I told him I was impressed and asked if he'd sing for me. But he bowed out, and let me know the link I could go to on youtube instead. :p (I can't imagine him being shy after watching some of those dance moves though!) 

So now I get to say I'm cool because I met someone from youtube. :p (Talk about famous! ;) )

Life at NHA has taught me some things...

Namely, don't look anywhere below peoples faces. I don't care how cute or bright or catchy the pattern of their clothing is, or if they're wearing a gaudy necklace. Stay within the safe bounds of their face. Deal? Deal.
Secondly, never read the t-shirt writings. Unless you enjoy four of a word that starts with f on one shirt.
Thirdly, society is sick twisted and obsessed with disgusting things.
Also, society is kind and sweet and good still survives.

I'm telling you, I will never be shocked again! The total lack of shame in some people is a little horrifying sometimes. I think I blushed more than I ever have in my whole entire life all in one day!
On the bright side though, there were more cute little kids!
A brown eyed boy came up and peeked over the counter with his messy hair do and cute little glasses perched on the end of his nose (he totally looked like a miniature old man!) and proudly set a t-shirt in front of me. So I smiled and said how are you and he just grinned shyly. His dad told me that he's been saving for a long time so he could buy his own souvenir. Do we think that's incredibly adorable? Yes, we do for sure. (And how!) ;p
So I rang it up, and he pulled out this tiny blue, leather wallet. I was so impressed when he carefully counted out the perfect amount of bills and change. He seemed so little! Little kids can't be that smart! (Except for they always are. It really amazes me how intelligent children are. In institute, Tuesday, we talked about how we need to be grounded and well read so that we can teach our future families, because children always learn. Whether we're teaching or not.)
Speaking of intelligent kids, this little Asian boy (probably seven-ish?) figured out the exact amount of change from listening to me tell his dad how much it was, and watching the amount of bills his dad handed me. He figured it out before the computer did- I kid you not! (Albeit, the computer has been a tiny bit sluggish. But still, I know for a fact I never did math that well. And still don't! China is going to rule the world someday, just because their kids are all super geniuses. Just you wait.)

Now, rewinding a little bit, the fourth of July was actually better than I expected. Maycee and I had to work, but the victimized feelings are soothed by the visions of a paycheck after 8 and a half hours of overtime pay. :p I even had a few people tell me they appreciated that I was working and friendly even though it was a holiday. (See? Nice people still exist out there. Think of that, and cool your jets, next time you're cursing humanity like I do sometimes. :p) A positive for working the fourth, was that we had the morning shift so we still got to watch fireworks that evening. And we had cute little firework watching buddies too! (Maycee's niece and nephew came with us. Cute Peytie kept informing us "I can't hear!" because she wanted to hear the loud booms. And poor Gavvy never did get situated to his liking. It's hilarious, that boy has zero emotion, I swear! "Gavin, do you like the fireworks?" (Deadpan expression) "Yeah." (Maycee said he had the same bored look on his face when they went to Disneyland. Even on the roller coasters. Haha "Gavvy, are you scared?" (expressionless) "Yeah." :p They're super cute though.)
Lori brought her new baby girl too. Paige is only 2 weeks old! And guess who got to snuggle her? Yup, be jealous. Because there's something warm and fuzzy and ridiculously happy about holding a tiny baby.
(Seriously, Heavenly Father is a total genius. And life is such a miracle!)
But, I'm going to get off, and go read some text. Fun fun. :p