Definition Epic:

My date yesterday afternoon.
Just saying.

:)

(Ok, ok, no need to beg, I'll tell you!)
So he (he being my pretend twitterpation victim) picked me up and walked over to his side of the car. I was thinking, "Seriously? He didn't even open my door? Well I'm done with this one..." :p but then he hurried and opened it from the inside. Guess the door's broken from the outside haha. So we'll forgive him on that one, right?
We were originally planning on playing Frisbee Golf but then we didn't have frisbees, and (does anyone besides me think that word is looking painfully incorrect?) so then plan B was playing golf with a little kid, plastic golf set on campus. But alas, Wal-Mart doesn't carry any of those. We even asked a man who's name I've forgotten. So we did the next best thing, and that is buy nerf guns and declare duels in the library! (Only on the second and third floor of course because there are no adults supervising up there with a pitiful sense of humor to throw us out. :) )

Seriously, I love random stupid things I think, because that was possibly the most fun date I've been on in a looong time! After I slaughtered him in the library, we had a target practice contest in the hall of the food court building place. (I have no clue what anything's called at SUU.) He may have won that time, only because he stomped me on the south paw round. The tie breaker was a duel in the middle of a lot of people in a foyer. Two guys were cheering for me the whole time, which is probably why I won that duel too!
He took me to Krave for frozen yogurt, and they have plexi-glass on their walls and one of the tables so you can draw on them with dry erase markers. That means you're obligated to have art contests, right? Don't worry, I won that one too. :p
He's kind of obnoxious, but it was a really fun date!

(But now it pains me to say I need to finish getting ready, and hit the road so I can go work and pay for my cute car that I might be feeling some buyers remorse for. Only because of the bills... my car is too cute for me to regret buying otherwise of course. ;) )

You is kind. You is smart. You is Important.

I'm perfectly aware I'm well beyond the pumpkin hours, and my glass slippers are shattered and all but I couldn't wait another second!
I had a date tonight!
Although, it wasn't actually part of my "raining men" streak. ;) Erin and I went on an adventure to a spinny park (to be discussed later. Maybe if I remember.) and then went to The Help.

(By the way, I'm absolutely in love with these fictional characters. I want to go visit them, and give them both a hug over a slice of pie. :p )

I had to tell you about it before my warm fuzzies wore off. ;)

It's sort of a phenomenal movie, and you all need to buy tickets right now! (I'll wait.)

... 

Anyway, now that you've got fifteen minutes to spare before you head out the door to see for yourselves, 

I adored this movie. It's so heart wrenching, yet hopeful and touching all in one giant tear jerking movie. It's about a woman (Skeeter) who wants to write, and interview the black maids to show the world their perspective. It takes place in the 1960's, when Martin Luther King was making his mark on society. To see the way some people treated their maids was honestly thought provoking, I'd never stopped to realize that's how it worked back then. This summer has been especially prolific in my testimony of who I am, and who each of us are as children of a Heavenly Father who knows us individually, and loves us perfectly. Those who were being mistreated in the movie were the ones who caught my attention, and it truly makes you feel so tender for what minorities have gone through, and still face sometimes, but what caught my attention was those who were mistreating. I was so riled up with how they spoke down to their 'help' and how everything was about how they appeared in society, but as I thought about it (while brushing my teeth, which is when most epiphanies happen ;) ) I felt just as tender for them. Because they didn't understand, genuinely, who they were, and it struck me how wonderful a Gospel that helps me love mean people is. (I just sounded really corny and rambly, but isn't the gist of that true? It's absolutely mind boggling to me how some people survive without having The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in their lives. It brings so much light and understanding and hope to every aspect of my life, so that when I'm sitting in a theater next to a large man spitting pop-corn kernels I still feel touched by the spirit. And that's sort of beautiful to me. :) )

Anyway. I'm off my soap box and off to read Mr. Montana's letter (remember that guy from the VC?) Well we're pen pals now. This is letter number two! (Which makes me presumptuous to use the term "pen pals" so casually, doesn't it?) And considering it's now officially Sunday, and I may possibly have a date tomorrow for real, and officially one for Monday I best get some beauty sleep...otherwise...

I'll be lookin like this when I answer the door. And we can't have that, now, can we?

The Maiden Voyage! (Squeal of delight)

So... I drove my cute BLUE car to work today! I felt much more cautious, funny how signing your life away to pay for what your driving seems to make you that way. :p
I'm sure you're all dying to know that I sang Adam Lambert for the first official drive in 'Agent Booth' (No, I'm not obsessed with Bones at all! And that name is subject to change if inspiration strikes. Just so ya know.)
and for lunch some of the ladies from work, and I drove to Ruby's to get a celebration treat!
I've decided that ice cream in cute tiny cartons tastes better, purely from the cuteness factor!

 (You know those blue bunny ice cream tubs that are kind of oval shaped? Um, they have babies! They're seriously the cutest little ice cream containers I have ever beheld! ... Is it sad that I'm so riveted on 'baby ice creams'? Oh dear. I need a life maybe.)

In other news, I took a two hour nap today. I highly recommend doing that every once in a while... it was sort of heavenly! However, I highly discourage balancing your checkbook when you're feeling rich. It nips that feeling right in the bud! (And then sends you into panic mode.)

Dinner Tuesday evening was fun, we went to Sonny Boy's in Cedar which was pretty good. It's a BBQ place where Bajio's used to be. I approve of the change. :p Then we got a redbox and watched it at his apartment and visited. ...Once upon a time I was good at staying up late, but since I made the goal to get to bed at 10:30 and wake up at 6, staying up later has thrown me off so bad! (Hence the two hour nap.)

Oh! I remember why I was blogging in the first place, (good thing I don't have A.D... ooh, did I tell you about...? :p)
Last night the cutest little girl with big eyes, curly hair and a pacifier came in the Visitor's Center. I was sitting on one of the chairs behind the counter, zoning out in hopes of time randomly skipping ahead an hour or two, when I noticed her staring at me over the counter. So I did what any rational human being would do, and started making funny faces at her. :p She didn't quite know what to think at first, but then a little grin started spreading from behind the pacifier. Pretty soon she was ducking behind the counter, and then popping up, to see my startled reactions every time. Have I ever mentioned how much I love the sound of little kid giggles? Seriously, try having a bad day while listening to that. It's impossible!
Her mom noticed our peek a boo game and came over saying something in French, and smiling. She picked up her daughter and started walking toward the back of the store, but those big eyes stayed locked on the front desk. So I waved, and she waved... and I waved and she waved and I waved... are you catching on? There was lots of wiggly fingered 'jazz hands' going on. She kept smiling and waving and peek-a-boo-ing until her mom rounded the corner and she couldn't see me anymore. There I am, grinning and chuckling to myself. The rangers thought I'd lost it probably, and after that day of work... I had! ;)
Eventually the little family came back to the front to pay, and the little girl caught my eye and started singing a song with actions (that contained playing peek a boo. Surprised? I think she likes that game.) I think I melted into a cuteness puddle right then and there! So when the little girl said "thank you" from behind the pacifier, I attempted my high school french skills and told her, "Je vous en prie!" (You're welcome.) I thought she was going to burst she was so excited! Then her mom told me how to say "Good evening" so I told the little girl that one too, and she giggled. Obviously I need to work on my accent. :p
The best part though was when I got feeling brave and told her, "Tu est tres belle!" (You are very pretty) and her whole face lit up! Her parents seemed pretty pleased with my Utahn accented attempts to talk to their daughter. (Or maybe they just thought she was cute. Or maybe both!)
Seriously, it made my whole day! Moments like those, are why I love my job. (That, and when former flight attendants tell me I'm gifted with people and she appreciates how friendly I am. Haha, and right when I'm feeling semi not happy to be at work and I'm working my bum off to be nice anyway. I love how there are always tender mercies like that in life. Even at work, or when I'm driving and hear something on the radio, or in a store... it really makes you realize that God is everywhere. So let people try to separate church and state, but they're going to fail because I've felt the spirit and Holy Ghost in classes that have nothing to do (per say) with religion! Take that, politics!)

And now, the moment I've been dreading. Running and unpacking my stuff. (Only to pack it again tomorrow to go home for more of this 'Storm'. It's raining men! ;) )

Just because I know you're dying...

We went and got snow cones and walked down the Canyon Park trail. And he maybe scared me to death pretending he saw a person sitting on a rock by the stream watching us. No worries, I'm not gullible.
And while I did not bake cookies so he doesn't even know how domestic I am, but it's ok, because it went well and euphoric eating would've made me not fit into my new jeans as well.

... He's taking me to dinner tonight. Just in case you wanted to know that as well. :p

I wanna buy a hat, adopt an accent, and become a newsie!

(Disclosure. The title of this post is mostly entirely random. Minus the part where I spread news. Because that's what I'm about to do...)

So I'm dressed in my new jeans that shouldn't cost as much as they do, and my little sisters shirt(s) and shoes. (Angie, I just spent like five minutes trying to get the shirts to layer just right, and that made me think of your first date with Klane. Which might be creeper. But I just thought I'd let you know! (At least I think that's what it was... I know I read something about layering shirts just so...) )

Aaand I still have like. Two hours til the date. (Sigh. What now? Maybe I'll bake to seem more domestic or something. ;) Then when the house smells good he'll be impressed, and I can eat it emotionally when I get home if the date is bad, or eat it euphorically if it's good! See? I'm not so unintelligent after all!)

I was semi tempted to snap a picture and give you an inventory list of how I'm ready for the date. Is that sad? Does that mean I've been in a dating dry spell for the summer and miss social interactions with the opposite gender? (The answer is a resounding yes, my friends.)

... I'm pretty sure I had something I was going to blog about besides ramblings while I wait for two hours to pass. (Or however much time it is now. :p)

Oh!

I'm hot stuff, is what I was going to blog about. (Well, not really. But... you'll see.)

So. The title of this story is called:

 "Trekking and partying with (Hey!) Mambo Italiano's"

Once upon a time I worked a double on Saturday. Toward the end of the shift, when I was feeling mildly grumpy and REEEally ready to go home and crawl into bed, the cute Italian man with the pretty eyes and wavy hair came to my register. Again. (You're thinking, "Now what's wrong with that? He sounds dang good looking!" And you're right. He was. Incredibly so. Complete with an attractive 5 o'clock shadow and of course the accent! But, he'd been to my register three times before that with his entourage of staring, laughing, and talking-in-a-foreign-language buddies. You'll understand if you've ever been looked at by laughing foreign speaking people. You feel like the but of their joke. Which is a marvelous thing to feel, I assure you.)

Mr. Mambo smiled at me and asked, "Do you know where we can go trekking tonight?" 

"Oh, I don't know very much about the trails, you'll have to ask the rangers. Sorry," (See how I smoothly evaded talking to a person when I could get out of it? :p I'll give information if the interps are busy, but it was dead in there. So I'm just giving them job security and stocking my section. As it should be.)

"Oh, no... like drinking and partying." (Said in accent so that drinking still sounds like trekking.)

Confused look on my face for a moment of silence...

"Oh! Drinking! Um, I think Foster's sells alcohol..." (gives directions, blah blah blah)

"Ok, thank you." Smiles mischievously, "And," bigger smile, "what are you doing tonight?"

"I am going home." (Said firmly, but not in a way that would be too rude.)

Mr. Mambo is still staring at me expectantly. As if this was an invite for him. As if I was waiting for a sexy tourist like him to sweep me off my feet to the nearest pub, seeing how I'm under aged and depend on sexy tourists to buy me margaritas. 

I was forced to stoop to a slightly more rude level, you see. So I added another key word to my previous statement: 

"Alone."

Mr. Mambo's smile finally started to fade. Poor sexy tourist man.

"Oh." (Clears throat) "Ok, goodnight."

Really?? Haha, do I look like I'm easy? Or like I really want to be a fling for people on vacation? (I just thought of a whole slew of comebacks, but none of them are very lady like and you'll all think me inappropriate if I say they've got services for that... Oh. Shoot.)

Truly, the things that happen at Bryce... (shakes head disapprovingly.)

However. I have a date! Tonight! In slightly more than one hour!

(And you want to know a vain sounding, braggish secret? I have a second date! Next week. With my pretend twitterpation victim!)

So now I'm going to go sing in a hairbrush in the kitchen, or something equally mature and random.

(But since posts are insanely boring without pictures...)

(I apologize for the immodesty. But...He's the stinkin cutest squint!)

Oh my gosh. I have to go watch Bones now.

Remember the blues?

Not just the musical kinds, but the color I felt when car shopping recently.

Well. Let's just make this situation a little more literal, shall we?

I am the proud new owner of (drum roll please)













(still drumming?)


A BRIGHT blue Saturn Ion! It's so cute, you'll drool. (That's not a threat, it's a promise.)
It's still being finished up at Kennedy's shop, so I don't get to drive that little beauty again until next week.Ish.

(And that's not all, folks! There's a story that goes with this!)
It's called: Mountain America Escapades, and it goes a little something like this.

Tuesday evening, Erin pulled a fantastic prank on me. She had me totally convinced that both my parents had lost their marbles, and that she was an impulsive moron who gave up education for wheels. (Translation: She told me that my parents co-signed on a loan for her to buy a Toyota Camry that was too expensive for me to buy. Truly, I thought "My goodness, they're all idiots!")
Wednesday my dad took me to Mountain America to start (wait. That seems not right...) the loan process. (Which is because it isn't.) 
Wednesday I went to Mountain America, and dragged Erin along with me, and asked for Tyson (the guy who helped us when my dad took me to Mountain America in the first place, a few weeks ago.)
He wasn't there, so we talked to a girl named Alexys. (Am I getting a little free with my information giving out? Should I be giving everyone code names?)
Tyson came in half way through everything, and stopped to visit. My mom was there at that point, to bring some more papers for verification.
Wednesday we were going to drive to Spanish Fork to look at a cute red Dodge Neon, but then we found out it was a salvaged title, and my dads gut feelings disagreed with us galavanting (is that not a word?) up to look at a car I most likely wouldn't buy anyway. So we went to Marysvale instead. Kennedy showed us a few of the cars he was working on, and all of a sudden BAM! I knew. It was love at first sight.
"The keys are on the floor of those cars, go drive them and then I'll show you some others we're working on."
The blue car left that lot, and we bonded on a little back road where we saw three really nice deer. (Isn't that the most romantic line you've ever heard? I'm so going to be the next Anita Stansfield with that one. ;) )
So, a man  behind a desk wrote down some numbers and letters which make sense to some people, and we headed home.
Thursday we went back to the credit union, and Tyson was there so we sat at his desk, and looked up book values, and percentages and... (by we I mean he...) five thousand signatures later, that little beauty was mine! (The car I mean. Tyson is still very much his own. ;) )
My dad co-signed the necessary co-signage, and went to class, and my mom left for PTA.
Tyson finished handing me way too many papers to keep track of and explained the payment system stuff.
"There's just one last thing you need to do before you go."
Great. Another signature. "Ok?"
He slid a piece of blank paper toward me, "You need to write your number down, and say you'll go on a date with me."
Blushes madly, "Sure!" I then wrote down my number, in what had to be the worst handwriting I've had since eighth grade. In my defense, I was a little flustered at that point.
So. I've got a date. Eventually. Someday when I get time off, besides the time off that I'm using for a date with my pretend twitterpation victim. I'm moving to Tropic and taking out loans more often! ;)

(Picture me driving really fast through some deserted really gorgeous in the middle of nowhere place like they do in all the commercials. Then picture me crying over the gas bill I just ran up.)

the extras: pictures that didn't make it yesterday.

Well. Here we are. :)

... in all our obnoxious glory.

And speaking of obnoxious glory, guess who's pretended to be twitterpated with victim contestant came into the visitor center and visited for an hour! Oh yeah. That'd be mine. He's rather attractive. I might have blushed the entire time.  Don't even worry about it.
Also, I've got tomorrow off and I'm sort of already counting down the hours until work ends tonight so I can feel like I'm on vacation. :p It's been so fun to stay in Hatch this week, I'm telling you guys, this place is theraputic!
(And so has been belting Lady Antebelum, Foriegner, and Lesley Roy at the top of my lungs!)