Haylie: Experiment time. Read the post before this. You'll see why.
Codi, Lucy and Tweet: It might be a good idea for you all to read the one before as well, it will make more sense. I mean you are smart ladies and I'm sure you will figure it out. Either way.
All other readers: read on or whatev'.
I want you all to know that I couldn't sleep last night. That's right not a wink because I was so dern mortified about the post below. The only reason I'm leaving it is so you will like me and call us for a girls night. (Okay so I guess "you all" is only Codi, Baby Girl, and Tweet.) This is my reasoning. When ever I check up on your blogs I think, "Oh I miss them, we need to do something soon. GIRLS NIGHT!" So I am humiliated but I will tough it out because I love you. No pressure or anything but if you don't call to make plans for girls night soon.....I'll either kill myself or shut my blog down. Probably kill myself. Haylie, I know you all too well. I know that when you read my blog you made that noise while reading the entire thing. Yes, you know the noise I mean, the one where it sounds like you would be grabbing your stomach and jerking over at the waist, while sticking your tongue out in a repulsive manner. And your tongue sticks out more as the noise gets more disgusting. The barf noise. You made it the other day. But sis, DO YOU WANT A GIRLS NIGHT OR NOT?!?!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Joseph and the Amazing Techicolored Dream Coat? How Romantic
I realize that this post is rather immature and slightly lame. I'm sure I will look back on it and consider myself a buffoon for even doing it, in fact I'm already getting cold feet about it. However my blog is in dire need of an update, and this is the only exciting thing that has happened to me since my last post. Pathetic, I know. Okay here it goes.
His name is Cody Collins Adams. We officially met a bit before Thanksgiving. I say officially because we both vaguely knew of each other before. We run with the same group of friends and it just so happened that we were both there that night. I don't even remember the activities that took place the night we met. I think we went to Denny's and to Lindsey Gardens. At the time I was interested in another boy, and was texting him the entire time. (Cody reminds me of this all the time) Cody paid zero attention to me the entire night. In fact he was all over our other friend. At the end of the night, as they were dropping me off at home Cody awkwardly punched my shoulder, when I turned around he was waving his phone while he said, "we should text." Of course I gave him my number because although I wasn't interested in the least, he was hilarious and I wasn't opposed to having him as a bud. Over that weekend we texted a lot. I had never laughed out loud from a text so many times as I did while reading Cody's texts. Still, I was holding out for my other fellow. That Sunday night Cody asked me to go to a movie with him, I agreed to go. Shortly after agreeing I called Kobi up in a panic. I explained the whole story and told her that I wanted to go but I didn't want to lead him on or let him think that it would be a date. After much brain storming she agreed to come along. That wasn't enough. I wanted to make sure that there was no way that he could confuse this as a date so I invited about 3 other people. We continued to hang out, of course always in a large group, but every night when we all went home Cody would call to say good night, and we would end up talking for a couple of hours. (Don't worry mom, Cody had Cingular as well so it was free. :)) One night we all were hanging out and everyone was in a terrible mood so the night was called very early. It seemed that Cody and I were the only ones in a good mood. So after they dropped me off I called Cody up and asked if he was done hanging for the night or wanted to go out for a bit longer, he said he would come get me and we would see where the night would take us. We ended up driving around for several hours. Normally not my idea of a good time, but I was so comfortable around Cody and I always had such a good time that I thought it would be fun. WRONG. That was the night I thought he had ruined our friendship forever. While driving up Foothill he poured his soul out that he had feelings for me, that he had never met anyone like me, that he felt this the first night at Denny's but was just too shy to talk to me. I was, for lack of a better word, pissed.. Of course I didn't let on but deep down I knew things could never be the same and it made me mad. How could he do this? How could he be so selfish? WTF?!?!?! I honestly felt at that time that we could have been best friends, and now he was going to ruin it by having feelings for me?! I told him that I only saw him as a friend and that's all I could be for him. He dropped me off shortly after that. A week or two later He convinced me to hang out just the two of us. It took a lot of convincing, I told him I didn't want to lead him on and that it would give him the wrong idea if I said yes. He assured me that he knew how I felt about him and he simply wanted to watch a movie. We ended up watching Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream coat........true story. I left that night sure that I had the same feelings I had before I had gone over, but the next night when he came over to watch August Rush I wasn't as sure. Slowly but surely I became intrigued with Cody Adams. Being me I never let on. In fact I reminded him each time we hung out that I did not have feelings for him. To this day he tells me that he was sure I was Bipolar. We were talking on the phone one evening, and like always, I told him I had ABSOLUTELY NO feelings for him. Later that night when we were watching a movie, I turned to him and awkwardly, and for some reason loudly spit out in one long run on sentence something along the lines of, " I didn't like you, like at all, like I was not attracted to you in the least, but for some reason now I think that I am, I'm not sure and I probably don't, but I thought I should let you know, I'll keep you updated as I figure it out, but don't get your hopes up." Skipping forward several months here we are. He's the official Boyfriend. It's still kinda weird, but it's fun, and kinda exciting.
His name is Cody Collins Adams. We officially met a bit before Thanksgiving. I say officially because we both vaguely knew of each other before. We run with the same group of friends and it just so happened that we were both there that night. I don't even remember the activities that took place the night we met. I think we went to Denny's and to Lindsey Gardens. At the time I was interested in another boy, and was texting him the entire time. (Cody reminds me of this all the time) Cody paid zero attention to me the entire night. In fact he was all over our other friend. At the end of the night, as they were dropping me off at home Cody awkwardly punched my shoulder, when I turned around he was waving his phone while he said, "we should text." Of course I gave him my number because although I wasn't interested in the least, he was hilarious and I wasn't opposed to having him as a bud. Over that weekend we texted a lot. I had never laughed out loud from a text so many times as I did while reading Cody's texts. Still, I was holding out for my other fellow. That Sunday night Cody asked me to go to a movie with him, I agreed to go. Shortly after agreeing I called Kobi up in a panic. I explained the whole story and told her that I wanted to go but I didn't want to lead him on or let him think that it would be a date. After much brain storming she agreed to come along. That wasn't enough. I wanted to make sure that there was no way that he could confuse this as a date so I invited about 3 other people. We continued to hang out, of course always in a large group, but every night when we all went home Cody would call to say good night, and we would end up talking for a couple of hours. (Don't worry mom, Cody had Cingular as well so it was free. :)) One night we all were hanging out and everyone was in a terrible mood so the night was called very early. It seemed that Cody and I were the only ones in a good mood. So after they dropped me off I called Cody up and asked if he was done hanging for the night or wanted to go out for a bit longer, he said he would come get me and we would see where the night would take us. We ended up driving around for several hours. Normally not my idea of a good time, but I was so comfortable around Cody and I always had such a good time that I thought it would be fun. WRONG. That was the night I thought he had ruined our friendship forever. While driving up Foothill he poured his soul out that he had feelings for me, that he had never met anyone like me, that he felt this the first night at Denny's but was just too shy to talk to me. I was, for lack of a better word, pissed.. Of course I didn't let on but deep down I knew things could never be the same and it made me mad. How could he do this? How could he be so selfish? WTF?!?!?! I honestly felt at that time that we could have been best friends, and now he was going to ruin it by having feelings for me?! I told him that I only saw him as a friend and that's all I could be for him. He dropped me off shortly after that. A week or two later He convinced me to hang out just the two of us. It took a lot of convincing, I told him I didn't want to lead him on and that it would give him the wrong idea if I said yes. He assured me that he knew how I felt about him and he simply wanted to watch a movie. We ended up watching Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream coat........true story. I left that night sure that I had the same feelings I had before I had gone over, but the next night when he came over to watch August Rush I wasn't as sure. Slowly but surely I became intrigued with Cody Adams. Being me I never let on. In fact I reminded him each time we hung out that I did not have feelings for him. To this day he tells me that he was sure I was Bipolar. We were talking on the phone one evening, and like always, I told him I had ABSOLUTELY NO feelings for him. Later that night when we were watching a movie, I turned to him and awkwardly, and for some reason loudly spit out in one long run on sentence something along the lines of, " I didn't like you, like at all, like I was not attracted to you in the least, but for some reason now I think that I am, I'm not sure and I probably don't, but I thought I should let you know, I'll keep you updated as I figure it out, but don't get your hopes up." Skipping forward several months here we are. He's the official Boyfriend. It's still kinda weird, but it's fun, and kinda exciting.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
CALL FOR BACKUP!!!
Last night I was chased by the police, that's right, a high speed chase. It all started around 10 o'clock. My friend, Kobi and I were cruising around. The rest of our friends were bowling, we were simply waiting for them to finish. We don't bowl. I don't pay money to stick my feet in shoes that someone (who I don't know their hygiene habits) has put their feet in, then continue to humiliate myself by gutterballin it every time at bowl. Caitlin if you ever want free ice cream just invite Kobi and I to bowl. Moving on. We have our little route that we take every time we go for drives. (which is often because we don't have friends) There is a skate park that we like to stalk to see if there are any hotties boarding that we can stare at for one brief moment as we drive by.The skate park is located (and I am terrible with directions so this is probably not going to be accurate at all) where 12th west turns into boy scout drive, for those of you familiar with Rose Park. For those of you who are not, this skate park is located at the end of a street where it turns into a very creepy, secluded road. There are no houses, the weeds on both side of the road are as high as your car door. Creepy. But once you are past the skate park you are committed to drive through, unless you want to look like a queer and turn around and drive right past the skaters you just holla'd at. No thanks. So we drove on, windows up, doors locked and as fast as the speed limit would allow, 25 mph. Ok I have to side track one more time, sorry. I was driving my papa's Subaru, I was wearing a little black dress with leggings and a braid in my hair. Kobi was my co-captain, sporting a cute little zip up hoodie, lil' diamond earrings and her bob hair cut, and I believe we were jammin to, Every Time We Touch by Cascada. So as I was pulling out my signature dance move I see headlights in the rear view mirror. Very unusual and even more creepy. We double checked the locks. The lights were gaining on us, I freak out very quickly and always assume the worst. I knew that some crazed serial killer, rapist had been following us, and knew that now was his chance! I kept my head about me and remembered that policeman lurked in this area all the time to catch people like our stalker.....and speeders. Just as that thought ran across my mind his rollers started to flash behind me, it was an officer. I wasn't speeding, swerving, drinking, disturbing the peace. There could be no reason to pull me over. I thought back to drivers ed 101, and recalled that if you are in a secluded dark area alone (and I may as well had been, at the sight of danger Kobi would leave me for dead, she has before) you should drive to a public street with more traffic especially if you are a young woman. My father had told me about this as well. So that's what I did, dropped my speed to 23 mph and stayed very far right. Two seconds later his spot light came on, 8 seconds after that his sirens were waking up the neighbors, well they would have if there would have been neighbors to wake up. Finally after what felt like hours Redwood Road was in sight I pulled over and stopped the car. The police officer, D. Austill approached the vehicle slowly, stealth mode, and at a safe distance, with his flash light.
Officer D. Austill: "HANDS ON THE WHEEL!"
Me: "Mmm kay"
while putting my hands up
Officer D. Austill: "Do you want to explain to me why it took you 500 yards to stop?"
Me: "Yes, I was driving to a more public street officer."
Officer D. Austill: "Why?"
Me: I explained to him my reasoning, but left out that he could very well be a crooked cop.
Officer D Austill: "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"
Me: "I was just being safe, that's what they told us to do."
Officer D. Austill: "Who is they?"
Me: "My drivers ed teacher...... and my father."
Officer D. Austill: "That is the worst advice I've ever heard! Look at that car" (pointing to his police cruiser) "that would be pretty hard to duplicate don't you think?!"
Kobi and I stared at each other.
Kobi:...."Ummmm not really."
Me: "Yeah, there have been cases of this before."
Officer D. Austill: "Give me your license." takes it. "I hope you realize that I was just pulling you over for your headlight that is out but now we have some serious issues! Do you realize I was about to call for backup for a pursuit?!"
Me: "No."
Officer D. Austill" " I was" leaves for his car
comes back 8 minutes later
"let me give you some advice, stop next time. If the car would have been unmarked with one light then that would have been fine, but look at it."
Me: "Ok....thanks"
Officer D. Austill: "Let your dad know about the headlight."
Me: "I will."
Officer D. Austill: giving me my license back and hitting the edge of the window, "Be Safe."
THAT IS WHAT I WAS DOING OFFICER D. AUSTILL!!! And what about those "serious issues"? That's right! Because there were none! What was he going to report? Two white girls in a subaru going 23 mph, getting to a safe road to avoid being found by the Jordan River in the morning? Has he not heard about the cases of freaks stealing police cars? Hello Officer D. Austill, when other officers come to lecture about safety at school they teach this very thing. What a jerk. I had Kobi hop out and take a picture.
Officer D. Austill: "HANDS ON THE WHEEL!"
Me: "Mmm kay"
while putting my hands up
Officer D. Austill: "Do you want to explain to me why it took you 500 yards to stop?"
Me: "Yes, I was driving to a more public street officer."
Officer D. Austill: "Why?"
Me: I explained to him my reasoning, but left out that he could very well be a crooked cop.
Officer D Austill: "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"
Me: "I was just being safe, that's what they told us to do."
Officer D. Austill: "Who is they?"
Me: "My drivers ed teacher...... and my father."
Officer D. Austill: "That is the worst advice I've ever heard! Look at that car" (pointing to his police cruiser) "that would be pretty hard to duplicate don't you think?!"
Kobi and I stared at each other.
Kobi:...."Ummmm not really."
Me: "Yeah, there have been cases of this before."
Officer D. Austill: "Give me your license." takes it. "I hope you realize that I was just pulling you over for your headlight that is out but now we have some serious issues! Do you realize I was about to call for backup for a pursuit?!"
Me: "No."
Officer D. Austill" " I was" leaves for his car
comes back 8 minutes later
"let me give you some advice, stop next time. If the car would have been unmarked with one light then that would have been fine, but look at it."
Me: "Ok....thanks"
Officer D. Austill: "Let your dad know about the headlight."
Me: "I will."
Officer D. Austill: giving me my license back and hitting the edge of the window, "Be Safe."
THAT IS WHAT I WAS DOING OFFICER D. AUSTILL!!! And what about those "serious issues"? That's right! Because there were none! What was he going to report? Two white girls in a subaru going 23 mph, getting to a safe road to avoid being found by the Jordan River in the morning? Has he not heard about the cases of freaks stealing police cars? Hello Officer D. Austill, when other officers come to lecture about safety at school they teach this very thing. What a jerk. I had Kobi hop out and take a picture.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
"I HAVE A VOICEMAIL FROM TOBY!"...... oh and happy birthday to Meg!
Meg turned the big one four today, I can't believe it. In some ways I always think she's older than 14, mostly because she spells waaayyyy better than I do. But also because she is so mature and lovely for her age. I've never met a 14 year old who thinks and ponders the way Meg does. She is not your typical Bryant jr. high chica, giggly, boy crazy, loud and........stupid, which is why it surprised me when her 13 girlfriends showed up on our doorstep for her birthday partay slumber party. I try to be a "cool" big sister........ I failed. I took Cafe Rio to her school at lunch and sat in the cafeteria. All I was able to keep thinking was hand sanitizer, hand sanitizer. (thanks mom for passing that on to me) I sat outside and devoured pizza. While on my 5th or 6th piece (the corners of my mouth, the front of my shirt, and the ends of my sleeves caked in tomato sauce ) I tore my attention away from my delicious meal to be part of their conversation, which was about counting calories and carbs and anorexia. I wanted to vomit, not to fit in, but because these girls are 13, what a sad world. Meg must have been equally confused because when I looked over she had remnants of pepperoni on her face and the same puzzled expression I'm sure I had. Anyone could have walked in and would have known we were the two related. Meg also invited her 4 guy friends, one of which has a crush on her. All night long they were egging on this romance. At the skating rink they wanted them to hold hands, while on the couch wanting him to practically sit on her lap, telling him to just "plant one on her." So failing once again, I glared at them with a glare that would sizzle their insides. This glare I learned from my mother. I than went on to lecture them that Meg would make these decisions for herself and that, unlike some of them, she didn't need someone to think for her. This got the response of,'"Geez Meg, your sister is a happy person!" Meg just continued to eat her pizza. I don't ever remember hugging in jr high the way these little ones do. They were constantly whining for hugs from 3 of the boys (the other unfortunate boy, not so much) Every 15 seconds ONE of them would be all over ALL of them. Maybe this is why I am manless, maybe these young ones just get it, I should have paid better attention. The night began to come to a close and the boys were packing up to leave. You would have thought it was the boys party by the amount of attention they were getting. So they were saying their goodbyes and hugging.....again. I could have sworn there were tears in the girls eyes, all of them but Meg's. At this point I kissed my baby sister goodnight, probably another not cool thing to do, and escaped to my room for bed. Even being a whole floor away, with my door closed (actually it's not a door, it is a piece of wood I prop in front of the door frame to block light and noice) and the fan on, I could still her them. Toby this and Griffin that. These girls were obsessed. I smashed my pillow over my face, leaving a hole for me to breath, because I panic if I dont have fresh air to breath, and finally drifted of into an annoyed slumber at 3 AM. 7:45........ "TOBY LEFT ME A VOICE MAIL! heheheheh" "LIKE OMG REALLY?" all of this right outside my piece of wood. I hauled my body out of my room and into the hall, drool on my face, hair tangled, and glared. Meg looked exactly the same. This is why Meg and I are going to be fine, we are going to get along great. SO here I sit at 10:43. Pizza and leftover chocolate cake in my lap, the party ends in 17 minutes and all will be right at home. Thanks you mom and dad for raising us, thank you Meg for not counting calories with me. I love you, happy bithday to you! 
Dancing, take note Meg and I aren't in this photo.
This is what the party consisted of for me.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Take Another Road
I kind of updated my blog several days ago, I just changed the back ground and that was all. No big deal. I came home from work the next day and sat down at the table to eat my favorite after work meal, spegettios. Papa came up from his office and said, "sis I like your new blog" then went back down to work. He was the only one to comment on the new update. When I showed my mom my background I told her that dad was the first, and only one to say anything about it. She simply stated, "He checks your blogs everyday." I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. I recently went to Idaho with some friends a couple of weekends ago, and because they have terrible taste in music I brought along all of my mix CDs. We were driving home on Sunday, it was late and we were tired. The girl was in the back seat sleeping, the other was driving, and I was sitting quietly in the front seat. A familiar tune started to play, Jimmy Buffett's Take Another Road. I love this song, it has always been my favorite. Jimmy Buffett is wild and crazy, and most of his songs are rather ridiculous, but every now and then he can write something that really sings to the soul. This song is one of those. As it played I stared out the window and up at the stars. At that moment memories of the many road trips my family has taken began to swirl through my memory. I've never been one to sleep on road trips, I must have gotten that from my dad, because 23 minutes into any driving vacation my mom is zonked, head back, mouth open sleeping. My dad is the perfect DJ on road trips. He plays all of our favorites, the Beatles, KC, Jackson Browne, Jack Johnson, our Uber Fly Musica Mix, and then winds it down with good ol' James. It is somewhere between Frozen Man and September Grass that Haylie and Meg fall asleep. Meg in the middle with her head in Haylies Lap and her feet in mine, head back, mouth open. And Haylie behind my mom with her squishy blue pillow rolled up and tucked between the seatbelt and window, head back, mouth open. And then there's me, behind dad, the two of us silent so we dont wake our sleeping beauties. It has always been like this, for 18 years. But my favorite part of this all is when Papa is certain they're all asleep and Baby James is done playing, dad will pop in Jimmy Buffet, skip to my favorite song, look in the rear view mirror and quietly whisper, "Sis, ya alright?" "Yep" is all I've ever had to say, because at that moment I am perfectly content. There is no need for chit chat or joking, just that one question and then the quiet drive ahead of us. As I was looking at the stars I thought of the countless nights that my dad and I have soaked in the hot tub, while he taught me the names of the constellations and the history and stories behind them. These are the moments I will treasure the most, the quiet and peaceful moments with just me and my dad, when I didn't have to share him with anyone.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
One, Two, Three...NOT IT!!!
So I refuse to play this love tag game, mostly because it will just make me depressed because of the lack of lovin I have going on in my life. However what I will say is that I hope someday I will be as in love as my parents are with each other! These are the men that I would settle for!:
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Senior and the Beans
Time for an update on riveting life. Senior year is winding down, i can hardly believe it! I would never admit this to my mother but I'm actually starting to freak out. Come June 6th I'll have to grow up and I don't think I'm quite ready for such responsibility. I love being 17 and immature. Once in college we'll never be able to sneak through the halls, think of ridiculous and overused excuses as to why we aren't in class and hide from security officers on days when going to choir or cooking just isn't an option. Being able to walk out the doors and lay on the south lawn after a hard day of cooking, choir and seminary will never happen again and I am a bit sad about that. I'm just barely starting to appreciate being a teenager, in high school and the things you can get away with because of it, and now its over! College will be cool but I wish I would have appreciated high school while it lasted. The family is gooood, however I'm on the verge of murdering one of them. Our house is NEVER quiet, not for one moment. Mom will be blending something in the kitchen, dad will be yelling at Wrigley for whatever thing she has broken, torn apart or ruined, Haylie will have the blow dryer on, or Meg will be playing her sax, piano, a combination of both, or singing. Naps are few around here because of it. I'm trying to love our Wrigley Beans, I really am, however I honestly don't think I'll love her like Pupcake. Reasons why:
Pupcake never tore my flesh apart.
Pupcake always came when she was called unlike Wrigley who never comes when she is called.
Pupcake never barked incessantly.
Taking Pupcake out to relieve herself was never a 37 minute event.
Pupcake never completely humiliated me by dragging out some of my lovely lady undergarments when the home teachers were over (or whoever was visiting)
Pupcake didn't chew so loudly I wanted to kick her in the chops.
I always think that by spending time with her it would increase my affection for her but by the end of the walk I'm sick to death of the biting at the ankles, the pant leg, her leash, my ankle, my hands, my ankles, my face, more ankles. However when she comes and says good morning with her huge snarly smile I some how forget what a horrendous beast she can be.
Pupcake never tore my flesh apart.
Pupcake always came when she was called unlike Wrigley who never comes when she is called.
Pupcake never barked incessantly.
Taking Pupcake out to relieve herself was never a 37 minute event.
Pupcake never completely humiliated me by dragging out some of my lovely lady undergarments when the home teachers were over (or whoever was visiting)
Pupcake didn't chew so loudly I wanted to kick her in the chops.
I always think that by spending time with her it would increase my affection for her but by the end of the walk I'm sick to death of the biting at the ankles, the pant leg, her leash, my ankle, my hands, my ankles, my face, more ankles. However when she comes and says good morning with her huge snarly smile I some how forget what a horrendous beast she can be.
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