Monday, December 29, 2008

Ho ho... the Mistletoe..

So... Christmas. Ya? Ya. It was awesome. I love hanging out at home.

Hoppy Birsday!


This is a blog shout out to my little sister Nicole. Mostly because I can't come home for her birthday. So happy birthday Nicole!! I really enjoy this picture of you. Mostly because you are wearing nothing but rollerskates, a turtleneck, and an obviously peepee filled diapey. Cheers!


Sunday, December 28, 2008

A Question or Three.


1. Why does Pleasant Grove smell like a broccoli tainted fart?

Really. I would like to know.

2. And furthermore, has it always smelled that way or is this a recent (like in the last 10 years) development?

Because it has always smelled horrendous to me since the beginning of time.

3. And lastly, if it HAS always smelled like a broccoli fart, why would they name it "Pleasant" Grove. Are they trying to trick us? Because my nose cannot be fooled.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wuggs, and Christmas Cheer

I have had this internal turmoil about Uggs for quite some time. First of all, I think they are the most hideous form of winter fashion footwear on the planet. Second of all, they cost 5 cotrillion dolars. Third of all, they are trendy. And by trendy I mean that a ton of people have them, but did they really want them for the shoe that they are? Or did they buy them because everyone else jumping off the bridge was wearing them?

But, my favorite winter boots wore out last spring, so I have just been sloshing around in the snow in flats. And I really, really hate having snow in my shoes. And I LOATHE getting the bottoms of my pant legs wet with salty dirty snow water. Usually I would just roll up my jeans. But then there's the whole snow on my skin thing.
So, I went to WalMart last night to pick up some things. You know. And I got out of my car and jumped right on into a pile of dirty parking lot slush. Bleegh. I hated that. Anyway. As I was moseying along in wally world I passed the shoe department, and they had fake uggs for $12.




I could not resist. My feet were cold, my pants were wet, and they were $12 for crying out loud.


But don't you worry your pretty little head, I will remember to wear pants with them. Not skirts, and not just shirts, but pants.

I do not and will not wear them as a fashion statement. I still love me some flats. So I devised a diabolical plan. I will wear my Wuggs (WalMart uggs) when the weather requires it, and then trade them for my flats as soon as I know I won't be stepping in any more snow that day. I'm sure once school starts I'll just be trudging around in them in the slush, but for now, they are purely for function and I am trying to stay away from wearing them with say, slacks.

Anyway. So I left WalMart and loaded my groceries into my car. I went to return my cart (because I think its just rude to leave it blowin in the breeze in the middle of the parking lot) and the cart return closest to me was a complete mess. People couldn't push their carts all the way into it because there was like 4 inches of frozen snow on the ground. So they proceeded to stack them out further and further into the parking lot. And then they started to curve the carts around to the side, and completely blocked in this mini van.
This would not do. I have this occasional OCD tendency to straighten things that are not my business to straighten. But I felt bad for the mini van. Maybe it's because A Christmas Carol has been playing on like every channel all week, but I just imagined some kind of tiny tim coming out to their mini van and being trapped because they couldn't move the frozen carts all by themself.

So. Because I am a freak, I reorganized like all 20-ish carts and shoved them into the snow laden cart return and re-stacked them, freeing the mini van from WalMart cart bondage. Some girl I don't even know came and helped me. And we didn't really say anything except "Ya. people don't do this right" and then she said Merry Christmas and we went to our respective vehicles.

Monday, December 22, 2008

I need some love. And some diamonds.

I love this. But I would settle for a cubic zirconia.

Quote of the Day.

"It's time to go to bed, or you will become a sick moose."

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Is it me... or are the deacons shrinking?

I went to my family ward in Kaysville today for church. The deacons look like 5 year olds. It was really, really strange. I remember when I was in primary I thought the young men were soooooo grown up and mature and dreamy. Compared to us though, they were.


I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a grown up or something now.. I go to Relief Society, and I enjoy it. I date guys who have been back from their missions for a while. My friends are married and starting families of their own.
My little sisters are almost all grown up too.
The family dinner table is filled with adults. I mean, we still act like 10 year olds for the majority of the time but in reality there is no kid's table anymore. Weeeeeird.

My Christmas list is shorter, I clean up my own messes, I work as much or more than I play, and I love hanging out with my family. I eat fruits and vegetables without being forced, I love all 3 hours of church, I love going to the Temple, and graduating from school actually costs big money. That and the caps aren't made of paper.
Oh how the times have changed. But life is just pretty much awesome when you think about it. I'm a grown up. But I'm new at being a grown up. You could say I'm a baby grown up.


... And I still have a looooooot to learn. The real question though, is whether or not I'll be able to keep up with the cake habit of my youth.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Yesterday...

Ask me if I locked my keys in my dad's truck yesterday. While it was running. While it was snowing. Because the answer is yes.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Today...

I had a small emotional break down. You know when a ton of things are going wrong... but then one thing is actually going extremely right? Well, you tend to just focus all your emotions on that one thing that is going right. Well. I do that anyway. So. Today. That one thing that was going incredibly right hit a small bump. I can't even say its going wrong now, but it stopped going right for like a second. And it all came crashing down.

The moral of this story is... I am just extremely emotionally delicate this week. So do not cross me. I will cut you.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Quote of the Day

"...and now, if you believe all these things see that ye do them."

-Mosiah 4 Verse 10

Friday, December 12, 2008

Quote of the Day

"The last guy I kissed had breath that smelled like the Great Salt Lake.."

- Nicole

Thursday, December 11, 2008

I will give 1 million monopoly dollars....

To anyone who can identify this flower. They grow in front of my apartment and they have crazy purple spikes and I just want to know what the freak they are. I have been trying to find out online and it is just not working and then I just had a dream that they were called something crazy... so i googled that. And my dream failed me. I just need to know. I don't know why. That is all.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Oh Memories.

So, once upon a time when I was like 12, I stayed home sick from church. That worked out great, because I could squeeze in some much anticipated email checking and instant messaging without having to adhere to the "20 minute limit" rule. See, Jackie was 16, Tami was 14, I was 12, Nicole was 9 and Michelle was 5. We only had one computer, and we had to take turns. Some of us emailed. Some of us were instant messenger maniacs. Some of us (like Nicole and Michelle) just liked to search for stuffed animals online or play solitaire. Dad used the computer for work, Mom used it for Genealogy, and Jackie, Tami and I occasionally had to use it for school. Mama Booth, being all about fairness envoked the 20 minute time limit per girl. But that day.. the computer was all mine. For 3 hours!

Now, we were not allowed to be on the computer on Sundays, but I was a shady rule breaker back before my conscience took over my life. I checked my mail, chatted with some boys from school via AIM... and then accidentally kicked the computer with my awkward gangly 12 year old leg. Lo and behold.. a little door on the front of the hard drive popped open. Behind this door, there was a handle. I of course, lifted the handle. Little did I know that this little handle was spring loaded, and by lifting that little bugger, it detached the hard drive from the computer. While it was on.

I nervously pushed the hard drive back in, shut the little door, turned off the computer and went and got back in bed. This, my friends, was going to be bad. Super bad. Tate Banzett bad. I didn't know much about computers at that point in my life, but knew that when they stopped working, Papa Booth had to painstakingly take them apart and swear at it for hours before it would work again.

The family got home, and I inconspicuously mentioned that I had tried to check my mail, and the hard drive popped out of the computer. I had broken the no-computer on Sunday rule, and I swear everyone gave me dirty looks. They all thought I did it on purpose. I was not a favorite among the Booth family that day. This day, we were all introduced to the term "de-fragging" a computer. It took about 8 HOURS.

There was Dad, sitting at the computer desk, watching line after line of code blur by as each little box that I swear represented bits, not bytes, lit up and moved around as the de-frag continued. I wanted to throw up. I did this. I murdered the first Booth Family computer with reliable internet access. It was an unpardonable sin. So I sat there with my dad, and suffered through most of the de-frag situation right next to him. He didn't yell at me, or swear, or chastise me for computer-ing on Sunday. Having everyone else's eyes on me was punishment enough. I actually was pretty curious about what the freak was going on, and so I kept asking him annoying questions like "what does that red box mean?" or "how many of those lines have to be filled up for it to be done?" "what does de-fragment mean?" and I think my guilt driven legitimate curiosity eased the frustration Dad must have felt toward me. Thinking about it now, I can't believe he didn't ban me from the family for life. He was a computer guy for crying out loud, and I pulled the hard drive right out of a running computer. Shudder. Sorry Dad.

Anyway. After my laptop was stolen last year Papa Booth found an old one from his work that they were throwing away. Its been pretty reliable. But... it has had its scares. I even had to defrag it once. Shudder again. So tonight some blue screen came up saying it needed to verify some files that didn't match blah blah blah recombobulate the directory blah blah so I let it do its job. And This is what I had to watch. It brought back this flood of computer-angst ridden memories and I just felt like I needed to share. Ever since that fateful Sunday, system error messages strike fear into the very center of my heart.

video

But don't worry. The computer is doing just fine. False alarm.

Baa ha ha

Okay, so this commercial is just shameless crude humor but I laugh so hard every time I see it. The girl's face on the receiving end is priceless.


Monday, December 8, 2008

okay okay.. what I LIKED about twilight

I loved the baseball scene... and victoria was pretty scary. Edward wasn't as repulsive.. nay, he was even kind of good looking by the end of the movie. I loved Emmet and Rosalie. I absolutely adored Alice, she was precisely how I had envisioned her in the book. I think I am just so anti-twilight-movie because I had such a perfect picture of what everything was supposed to look like and no one could ever live up to that ideal. So I'm sorry my words are so harsh. This post is mostly for Cassinita. I'm glad our friendship transcends Twilight movie opinions.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

This is going to be short.

I don't want to offend all the other Twilighters out there who thought the movie was an epic masterpiece of cinematography. So I'll keep this brief.

As the trailers for twilight evolved and became more detailed, my excitement for the movie dwindled. The more I saw, the less I wanted to see. I finally caved and went to go see the actual movie a couple weeks ago. I figured I should at least give it a chance to redeem itself. And it was exactly how I had imagined it would be. I was less than enamored with the powdery makeup, horrible hair.. the wigs (Jacob and James) and bleach jobs (Carlisle.. for real. What the freak?) ... AND the total lack of eye contact between Bella and Edward interspersed with awkward cemented staring. Can't we have a happy medium?

Bella is a mouth-breather. She took more awkward gasps than James while he was "picking up her scent" for real. If Bella had been wearing a clothespin on her nose throughout the whole movie, it wouldn't have even mattered. Her breathy speech would have given her enough oxygen to hyperventilate. Which I'm pretty sure she did on several occasions.

Okay okay I can't keep it short now. I'm on a roll.

Edward looked like a monkey during the meadow scene. He was all curled up, bouncing around in a tree like a freaking orangutan while he was trying to tell her he was dangerous. I was more afraid of the possibility of him flinging his poo at her than of his brute strength and thirst for her blood.

Charlie was attractive. Don't judge me. I thought he was more attractive than Edward. I mean, minus the Po Po mustache of course. In real life he is only .... carry the 2... who cares how old he is. He wasn't wearing makeup. Also, he reminds me of an older, more mature Seth from the O.C.




Ya? ya. As compared to:


Hmmmm, no thanks. Not manly. Not Cute. Not even a little bit. Channeling Voldemort much? There is so much powder on his nose that it looks like it has melted into his face. I do not have the hots for He Who Shall Not Be Named.

I am so ashamed that I spent so long talking about twilight. Not abashedly ashamed of my fluttering heart like many a blogger who have dedicated their very soul to Edward Cullen, but ashamed that I even acknowledged him. Blahhhh. I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it in. Hate me if you will. But I still love you, despite your love for the Twilight movie. It had a lot of potential, but might as well have been made by these folks:


Friday, December 5, 2008

For Crying Out Loud!!

Want to read about the biggest load of bull crap on the planet? Just go here:

Atheists Take Aim at Christmas

Atheist groups are putting up signs next to nativity scenes that denounce all types of worship and declare that "Religion is but myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds.."

Don't get me wrong. I believe than everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, even if they contradict mine. I just don't understand why so many people think it is okay to disrespect any type of religion.

Their justification? "It's not that we are trying to coerce anyone; in a way our sign is a signal of protest," Barker said. "If there can be a Nativity scene saying that we are all going to hell if we don't bow down to Jesus, we should be at the table to share our views."

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure I have never seen any of the figures in any nativity scene holding signs that say non believers are going to hell.

"Most people think December is for Christians and view our signs as an intrusion, when actually it's the other way around," he said. "People have been celebrating the winter solstice long before Christmas. We see Christianity as the intruder, trying to steal the holiday from all of us humans."

So let me get this straight, Christians aren't even human now?

Yes, throughout history there have been Christians who have done more than their share of persecuting other cultures in the name of their God. The crusaders, the KKK and even members of the Nazi regime have committed some of the most heinous crimes in history with the claim that they were carrying out God's will.

But here is something that we all need to remember: hate crimes are carried out by imperfect and confused mortals. They are not committed by God. As we have progressed as a human race, we have (at least I thought we had) learned tolerance and established governments that protect the fundamental rights of all men and women. One of those rights is religious freedom. Another is freedom of speech. Atheists have every right to disagree with Christians, vocally if they feel like it. But there is also a certain amount of respect that should be shown to other religions, cultures, and ways of life.

Unfortunately and paradoxically I'm sure there are still Christians out there in the world with signs that do condemn unbelievers to hell with vehemence and hatred. They should be just as ashamed of themselves. I guess I just don't understand how some people can be so disrespectful to their fellow men. We are all in the same boat. We are all trying to find truth. We all want peace. Why can't we just treat one another as the equals that we are?

Its days like today that make me worried for my future children. Society is moving backward at an ever quickening pace. Last time I checked, freedom of religion was not synonymous with the banishment of religion.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Up in the Gym just workin on my fitness..

So, I went to the gym tonight for the first time in approximately 2 months. I loved every second of it. I haven't felt this good physically or mentally for a while. Yogi Yogi Yogi Gold's Gym!

Also, why is Britney Spears taking over MTV? I swear her reality show is ALWAYS on... And for the few minutes of it I've actually watched, it appears to be lame enough to melt your brain. Britney. You're still crazy. Yep. I said it. Get off my TV screen.

And, I don't know why I suck so much at writing blogs lately. Sorry. Nothing super interesting has happened that I feel like sharing with the world. But here is one more tid-bit:

Lately I am the incredible shrinking woman! It's crazy.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Quote of the day AGAIN

Sorry. But its necessary:

"That's like the poop frosting on the crap cake!"

I said that one. Isn't it funny?

Quote of the day

"You can't treat every situation like its life or death. Believe me. You will die a LOT of times."

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Quote of the Day

"I wish the bathroom was freaking closer. I hate cartin my crap all the way down there."

Quote of the day

"Oh sweet. Good to know my vibe-detector isn't broken"

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Holly Hall!

OKay, so maybe one of my BFFs got married yesterday and it was really, really cute. I just love seeing my best friends so happy. For anyone who knows Holly Pouslen... she is now Holly Hall. I know right? Perfect holly-like name. It was great to get together with all the girlfriends at the temple and meet her hubby and see her family. Her reception was adorable. And maybe I caught the bouquet?? Ya, I did. Here are some pictures. And when I say some, what I mean is that they are going to take over the page so don't be overwhelmed. They are in a crazy order. If you want to see alllllll of them. They are on facebook. Woop woop!


Saturday, November 22, 2008

Dude. Wipe the tears off your guitar before you ruin it you big baby.


Taylor Swift and I have a love/hate relationship. "Teardrops On My Guitar" and other such ridiculously junior high-esque emo songs drive me absolutely bonkers. HOWEVER. I do enjoy me some rowdy break up songs. I don't know why. I had heard "Picture to Burn" on the radio previously, but had never really listened to the words until like, yesterday. And it was awesome.

Anyway. I don't know why I love songs about women being irrational in a rageoholic way. They just make me laugh. Here are a few tender lyrical morsels from Ms. Swift:
... So go and tell your friends
Tha I’m obsessive and crazy,
That’s fine, I’ll tell mine
You’re gay,
And by the way,
I hate that stupid old pickup truck,
You never let me drive
You’re a redneck, heartbreaker
Who’s really bad at lyin'
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I’m concerned,
You’re just another picture to burn.
There’s no time for tears
I’m just sitting here planning my revenge
There’s nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends
And if you come around saying’ sorry to me
My daddy’s going to show you how sorry you’ll be

And if you’re missing me
You better keep it to yourself
‘Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health...

Also, another good rowdy break up song (for all of you who are interested) is "Breaking Dishes" by Rihana. Rihanna? I don't know. Here's a glimpse at her deeply poetic and sociopathic side:
. . . I ain't trippin, I ain't twisted,
I ain't demented, well, just a 'lil bit.
I'm kicking (butts),
I'm taking names.. I'm all a flame,
Don't come home babe.
I'm breaking dishes up in here all night.
I ain't goin to stop until I see police lights
I'ma fight a man tonight, I'ma fight a man tonight
I'ma fight a man, a man, a ma ha ha ha hann.
I'm still waiting, come through the door.
I'm killing time, you know, bleaching your clothes.
I'm roasting marshmallows on the fire,
and what I'm burning, uh,
is your attire. . .


Honestly. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a psycho, and I would never do any of these things to an ex boyfriend (or anyone) ever. But they just make me so happy. I think that was probably a contradiction. Kthxbye.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Sweet Evolution?

Okay so here's the update. My Ashley Tisdale scented deodorant is apparently called "Sweet Revolution" which is a strange name for a smell. And what's even weirder, is that for the longest time I thought it was "Sweet Evolution"... which made me think of that super nasty picture of the supposed evolution of man. You know.. the one that starts out as an ape monkeying along and then gradually works its way up to a nakey guy? Ya. The first time I saw that chart was during an open house at Glenmoor elementary school. We were in Tami's classroom, and it really disturbed me.


This is the packaging the Deo came in. How could I say no? It even says OMG.

Deo part Deux

So remember how I wrote a blog about Ban? Well. Its not as awesome as I thought it was. Sorry to all of my fans who immediately ran out and bought themselves some new deodorant to be just like me. But I found some that actually does work. And it had a picture of Ashley Tisdale on it. More on that to come.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

This article made my day complete... and possibly my life.

So pretty much all of my co-workers know I keep a running list of students in our system that I come across who have unfortunate names. I'll post them someday, but not while I still work where I do. Because that way, instead of saying "Hey! Here's a piece of a student's educational record I'm trusted with! It's hilarious!" it will be more like.... "this one time... I heard of this kid named ... " Harry Butts or whatever. So to tide me over, publishing this public article I found will suffice. I'll post the link at the bottom, but it's organized in a weird way so it'll just be better if I copy and paste. Enjoy!

"The worst, most humiliating baby names"


Ancestry.com shares the silliest, craziest and downright cruelest names of all time...

What would compel a parent to bestow a newborn with a name like “Tiny Hooker” or “Fanny Large”? Or an amusing choice like “Wanna Towell"? It’s not just Hollywood’s elite opting for unique, embarrassing names—throughout history, normal people separated their offspring from the masses with truly terrible names.

In “Bad Baby Names,” Michael Sherrod and Matthew Rayback, of the genealogy Web site Ancestry.com, share thousands of shocking names given to real people, as recorded by the U.S. Census Bureau. Discover the funny names based around common themes, like diseases (Fever Bender, Cholera Peace), food (Bread White, Pomegranate Purple), pets (Good Dog), and if you thought Wednesday Addams was unfortunate—wait till you meet Monday Monday.

Celebrities

Forget Suri or Shiloh – celebrities have given their children far stranger names! Discover the stars' oddest, most bizarre baby names:

Clementine Jane (Ethan Hawke and Ryan Shawhughes)
Knox Leon (Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt)
Sunday Rose (Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban)
Apple (Chris Martin and Gwyneth Paltrow)
Moxie CrimeFighter (Magician Penn Jillette)
Hopper (Sean Penn and Robin Wright)
Pilot Inspektor (Jason Lee and Beth Riesgraf)
Sosie (Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick)
Destry (Steven Spielberg and Kate Capshaw)
Aurelius Cy (Elle Macpherson)
Kal-El Coppola (Nicolas Cage)
Bluebell Madonna (Spice Girl Geri Halliwell)
Audio Science (Actress Shannyn Sossamon)
Sage Moonblood (Sylvester Stallone)
Tallulah (Bruce Willis and Demi Moore)
Kyd (David Duchovny and Tea Leoni)

Diseases

You'd have to be really sick to infect your offspring with virulent names like these:

Fever Bender (born 1856)
Leper Priest (born 1929
Cholera Priest (born 1830 during the second cholera pandemic)
Rubella Graves (born 1814)
Typhus Black (born 1897)
Hysteria Johnson (born 1881)
Emma Royd (born 1850)
Kathryn E. Coli (born 1894)
Mumps Sykes (born 1891)

Professions

With names like "Mayor Bland," it seems like some parents had high, ambitious hopes for their children's future.

Cook Cook
Governor Bush
Lawyer Low
Doctor Love
Teacher Blackbear
Judge Savage
Editor Honeycutt
Mayor Bland
Sales O. Justice
Gamble Moore

Sins

The authors found 149 records for people named Lust, 70 for Greed, 12 for Sloth, and 830 for Pride. Which of the 7 deadlly sins was missing? Only gluttony.

Lust Garten
Greed Sister Mancini
Avarice Sullivan
Sloth Washton
Wrath Gordon
Envy Burger
Pride Saint
Greed McGrew
Pride Saint
Lust T. Castle

Irish luck

Plenty of parents must have thought that naming their child Lucky would translate into a bright future. In 1930 alone, there are 463 Luckys.

Some lucky favorites:
Lucky Green
Lucky Jewell
Lucky O’Brien
Lucky Pleasant
Luck Fortune
Shamrock Hardeman of Illinois
Shamrock Dates of Mississippi
Shamrock Holland of Texas

The religious types:
Saint Patrick Blan
Saint Patrick Forrest
Saint Patrick

The patriotic:
Ireland England
Ireland Green
Irish Sea
Ireland Brew

Whimsical:
Rainbow Green
Emerald Jewel
Clover Field
Clover B. Green

A St. Patrick’s Day feast:
Beef Cooper
Guinness Dack
Cabbage Haywood

Foods

Some parents loved eating so much, they named their kids after favorite meals, snacks—and even condiments:

Lunch Magee
Dinner Ware
Bread White
Hero Brat
Mayo Head
Mustard M. Mustard
Pickle Parker
Plum Sellers
Banana Bowdy
Cherry Grant

Bart Simpson pranks

Bart Simpson's prank calls to Moe's Tavern are nearly legendary, but the sad fact is that some people actually go through life with those goofy names. The following Bart creations all exist within the Ancestry.com databases:

Al Caholic
Oliver Clothesoff
I.P. Freely
Seymour Butz
Mike Rotch
Hugh Jass
Amanda Hugginkiss
Ivana Tinkle
Anita Bath
Maya Buttreeks

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/23631411?pg=1#TDY_Names_Bad

Can you even believe that? They're all real! Its a dream come true. For some reason, my favorite is Beef Cooper. Beef! It makes me laugh every time I think about it. Beef.

Mercy.

I haven't been super awesome at enduring my trials very well lately... SO... I've kind of dropped the ball school-wise. I've been preparing for the fallout, you know... suspension, expulsion, all things that are very real consequences right now. I've even researched careers I would enjoy that don't require a BA. And the choices are few and far between. Anyway. Now that I've collected myself emotionally for the most part I've decided to just keep trying my hardest not to fail my classes this semester. Today I found out... that my English teacher doesn't penalize anyone for late work. AWESOME! So I can basically still get a really good grade in his class. He is the bomb. AND his name is Bruce Wayne Jorgensen. For real. Bruce Wayne. And he was born before batman even happened. He is an OB. Original Batman.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Wha?

P.s. my new background looks like sparkly marijuana. But I think its pretty. So leaf me alone.

Deodorant Shopping

I don't know about everyone else, but when I shop for deo I seriously have to smell every single one before making a decision. I'm super sensitive to smell. So if I'm about to buy something that's going to be faintly wafting into my olefactory all day long, I have to make sure its not going to make me want to throw up.

Behold my newest discovery:



Ban regular scented original roll on. I'm not too crazy about the whole roll on thing, but it smells like pure happiness. Or Jasmine. One of the two.

Seriously... its awesome. My armpits will never be the same.

Quote of the Day

I heart old people. The cutest old man wearing a golf hat came in to the Independent Study office today to turn in an assignment. He saw that my name tag said "student supervisor" and he was thrilled and went on to talk about how at a corporate level he always hired women because they were "just the best employees" ... and then he talked about how most corporations only hire men, and then on that note he started talking smack on Bill Gates (maybe he only hires men?) and he goes:

"Bah... Bill Gates....I knew Bill Gates back when he worked for TRW. He was a monkey and I told him so several times. One day I just walked into his office and said, 'Bill... take a shower!' "

And then he giggled and left. SO I did some research on this guy, and apparently he is 74 and he really DID work with Bill Gates and he's probably a billionaire. I just love him. He's always way funny and talkative when he comes in to the office.

Friday, November 7, 2008

I've Been Tagged!

I am: Kristin May Booth

I want: it that way (holla! BSB)

I have: a ridiculous amount of stress.

I dislike: Pumpkin Guts. Ardently.

I miss: the leaves already! They are all on the ground!

I fear: walking up the stairs in the dark. I always think someone is going to grab my ankle.

I feel: hopeful.

I hear: the rowdy employees behind me.

I smell: like the perfume I got for Christmas 2 years ago. I just rediscovered it.

I crave: Chinese food.

I cry: about every other day lately.

I usually: am late. Not to class, but to everything else.

I search: for things I want online.

I wonder: why anyone believes in UFO's.

I regret: dropping my phone in the bath tub yesterday.

I love: life.

I care: about other people's feelings.

I always: watch the discovery channel.

I worry: about things most people don't.

I am not: shy.

I remember: the 1989 loma prieta earthquake. Beat that.

I believe: in a thing called love. Just listen to the rhythm of ma haaaaa. (my heart)

I dance: when no one's looking.

I sing: when I'm in a really good mood.

I don't always: speak with delicate tact.

I argue: mostly only with rude people.

I write: about things that make me laugh. Or cry. Or think.

I win: whenever I play BS. I'm a people reader. Lie detector. Call it what you will.

I lose: staring contests. I just have dry eyes okay??

I wish: I was awesome at doing my homework.

I listen: to a ton of different types of music.

I don't understand: how some people can be so rude without being ashamed.

I can usually be found: in my bed.

I need: to rearrange my room. My bed is next to my gappy window. Burrrr!

I forget: to eat sometimes.

I am happy: when I'm with family and friends.

I tag: Alyson Robinett and Jessica Liening!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Computers. Don't step on them.

So this one time... one of my roommates stepped on my computer. Like smack dab in the middle of it. None of them ever owned up to it, and its kind of embarrassing, but I usually don't even notice. However, sometimes... like when I'm in the library.. people look at my lap top and then look at me with a weird face. And then I remember. To them... it looks like I probably stepped on my own computer.
Hmmm can't see it? Lemme help you out.


Ya. Awesome. No wait I meant Lame. Its too small to be my foot. I measured. I pretty much know who it was. But it was like a year ago and I've let by gones be by gones. But I think its comical in a slightly angering way.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Fall is for Lovers.

I don't care what anyone thinks. Fall is my favorite season. And I think it is the most romantic. It is conducive to snuggling. And it is more colorful than spring. And it is so pretty and breezy and the sun isn't beating down on you. Its just shining at you from the side. Fall is sweater weather. You can go on long walks without getting frostbitten, sunburned, or sweaty. I love love love love love it.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Halloweeeeen.

I was a go-go girl for halloween. What is a go go girl without a huge tumor beehive of hair?


So, this is the classic "oh my gosh i'm adorable let me take a picture of my self in the mirror with my phone" picture. I cropped out the rest of my shower curtain, because it made the picture too busy. Yes. Busier than my dress. Which was $4.99. Don't be jealous.


This is Jessica and I, making the cutest faces imaginable. I'm not sure why we didn't opt for a "just in case" second shot. We should have.

Here is the group picture. Yes. It is off center. But in the other group picture my eyes are closed. So deal with it. I did not know 75% of these people before that night. Back row: Kyle, Emmy, me, Jessica. Front row: A bunch of girls wearing black that I still really don't know. Plus Craig.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Quote of the Day

"Children who have trouble finding God in their fathers often have trouble finding a Father in their God."

I heard this quote in my human development class, and it ardently reminded me of how very lucky I am. My Mom is the bomb and I say that all the time, but I think I often forget to mention how amazing my Dad is.
Aren't my parents foxy?
I have never had trouble finding righteous qualities in my father. He is the most reverent, patient, forgiving, honest, humble, gentle man I have ever met. (That's not to say he is a wimp. He's also a very manly man.) He has never raised his voice in anger at any of his children. I have never known him to have ever held a grudge, and I've never heard him speak poorly of anyone who's ever wronged him. He is constantly working to better his home, his life, his family and himself. I love and respect my Dad very much. He works soooo hard for his family and I know he does his best to keep us out of harm's way. He is a great example and an excellent dad, and an awesome person in general.

I am so lucky that it has been so easy to find God in my father, because in turn it has not been hard to find a Father in my God.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

So

After 7 years together, my purple Mary-Kate and Ashley blow dryer is starting to spew sparks at me. Oh the memories we had together. I used to wake up at 5:30 in the morning in high school to do my hair curly. And there she was, like a lavender dream with detachable diffuser, at my service. I need to get a new one. That is all.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Fall Folliage Photo Shoot

One day, I was walking home from school and I realized that it was an awesome autumn evening. So I took some pictures with my phone. Shazam.