Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Your long lost sister has returned!

My dear sisters I wanted to inform you that I am back from my vacation to love land and now complete with all my dreams coming true, i now have more time for you... Jk You know I love you even if I have been quite busy with stuff... Well what can I say? Married life is awesome, you should try it sometime...( in five or ten years- Kate and Sarah not now) Kevin and i are so happy! I couldn't imagine life being this good. Thanks for all your love and support! Love Mandy

What's wrong with this picture??.... EVERYTHING!!!

Here's the scoop. I have been working at Mickelson's for the past six or seven months for a meesley $2.13 an hour. I was already getting ripped off but at least I got tips right? Well get this. Now I'm getting $2.13 an hour, I do everyone else's sides, fill their orders, clean their tables, and do whatever else they can think of that no one likes to do, and the best part?? I only get 30% of the tips. Yep you heard me. They sit people down and tap their orders into this computer thing and I do the rest and they get the dough. What is wrong with those people's brains?!?! That is not right, and not fair! I have some serious issues with this issue and you better believe those people are going to get a piece of my mind that is usually reserved for me and me only. I don't see any sense in this situation at all and apparently I'm not the only one because when I was working the cook told me that even the people in front from the night before didn't think it was fair and didn't like it. If its the people who sit there why someone else does their work and then they get paid for it and they have a problem with it you know something is seriously wrong. So, as of now, I'm looking for work. If you have any suggestions and it pays over $2.13 an hour (preferably more) let me know, I'm willing to consider anything!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Food Projects

Well I have completed my food projects, even if some what unsuccesfully. Trina you make everything you do look so easy, and so i'm always like ok well this is a breeze for Trina so it can't be that hard for me. Think again Sarah, you're not the one and only Trina Baker Allred queen of anything she lays her hands on. It's mostly with cooking because that's as far as I've dared try in Trina's shadow.
So anyways I had to make something from Venezula for spanish which was due Monday (today) then I have these ham roles I have to make for English tomorrow. So Saturday night as I was carefully making my plan of action. I figured I would make my "venezulan" Guacamole (ahhhh hahahah he really fell for that one!) but anyways I would make that Sunday night and then make the ham role Monday night. So sunday night I'm cuttin up onions, tomatos, and alvicados and it's all great ya know. It was amazing, people in venezula sure have it made, my confidence way sky high. I was so excited, next day I take it to school, everyone loves it, and I could hardly keeps my teachers grimmy hands off of it. There was no question in his mind that it was venezulan guacamole and that's what the resipe said but it was the same as american guacamole pretty much some people just have higher guacamole making skills than others and can make it tast foreighn. It was awesome. So I get home and I start making the ham roles, but of course because Trina did it before me I screwed it up bad! First of all I couldn't get the stupid cream cheese to spread on the ham, so after a few angry pg words under my breath Katie picks up the container of cream cheese and she's like "Umm.... Sarah this is whipped cream." ya I know right rediculus. I was about ready to break the pickle jar, smear the cream cheese or should I say whipped cream all over someones face, and throw the ham at the wall, but fortanatley for me Katie can't read and my Mom can and we soon descovered that it was cream cheese. Ah yes cream cheese, never was I so happy to hear those two words in my life! So then after about 3 pieses of ham I realized that if you dry off the ham really good the cream cheese spreads out just a tad bit better. So I finally get the cream cheese on and I slap the pickle in there, role it up and I'm not even kidding that think was the size of a sprinkler pipe! It was HUGE! Someone obviously forgot to tell me that you have to cut the pickle to the perfect size! I just through one on there. So then I practiced a couple, I'm getting good, doin better right. Well as I go to reach for my next piece of ham, it's gone. So I was out of supplies, I had like 5 desent looking ham roles on the plate and I had drivers ed in 20 minutes. Perfect. I almost called Trina about 9 times but I refused to tell her that I failed.......again, but I guess she already knows, Mom probably called her and told her never to give me another idea like this again. So pretty much my family just laughed at me and I was getting emotional about the whole situation so i just set my things down and went to drivers ed. When I got home I was set on making them look good so I put every ounce of consintration I had into a piece of ham, a pickle, and a little cream cheese and one by one I completed my tast. Needless to say it does not look like Trina's, but some day Trin, some day.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Joy of Being Young

With a week of remembering behind us, other memories were brought to our brains which we knew most people would not know about us, so we decided that the only way to really be our true friends you must know all our deepest darkest secrets, good and bad.
Backgroud:
We were the youngest of five girls, and the ring leaders of the group of five cousins. We put the "Awe" in Awesome. If there was ever a dumb idea, it mostly likely came from the combination of our unlimited imaginations. We were known, or somewhat not known, as The Cousinhood of the Invisible Cool Ones consisting of Lisa, Diana, Hannah, Katie, and Sarah. With this in mind, we begin our tale.
At the time when we were still unnoticed and unappreciated, we came up with great ideas that outsiders would consider.... retarded. You know the old statement that girls never go to the bathroom alone? We took this very literally. There was hardly ever a time that there was only one set of cheeks on the cold thrown at once. We were set on saving time, and one way to do that was to have as many of us as possible squeeze our little bottoms onto the toilet at the same time, therefore creating more time to play. Actually it was more like we all waited until the very last possible moment before our blatters exploded and couldn't wait to go one at a time. This wasn't a problem at all until we started getting our girlie figures and our hips began to grow. That is when we began making one specific memeber of the club take the tub (name has been left out for their own personal protection).
That leads us into the reason we couldn't wait. Each time we would find ourselves enjoying each others company once again, we would have what we like to call "tea parties" consisting of pull apart licorice, swedish fish, soda, and cute little cups (usually our own sippy cups purchased from the dollar store) when no one notices you, its easy to get away with things like this. At every tea party we could count on two things: one, a burping contest and the second... without fail, there would always be one of us (sometimes two or more) who would laugh so hard they became incapacitated and therefore lose all control of their bodily functions (mainly the blatter). In other words, yes. There was pee. It was everywhere. It stunk. Literally. End of discussion.
Not only did this problem occur at tea parties, there was also other times where laughter would overpower us and the river would begin. There was one particular moment that comes to mind. It was a cold day in Nephi, Utah where we were playing in the backyard (in Heralds backyard there were two big long logs that we played on and jumped off of during our many adventures) Lisa and I (Katie) were playing on said logs when we decided to make the two headed monster and share a coat since one of us didn't have one. As soon as we became one we started laughing and tried to jump off of the log. Well, being as brilliant as we were we some how messed up our counting and each jumped at different times and we fell on the ground rolling with laughter, but that wasn't the only thing we were rolling in. When we got up, trying to talk through our fits of laughing we both admited to the crime we had committed-we had once again lost control.
One of our favorite games to play was called Crow. Very deep, yes. The meaning of the word in this case is not the average black bird that eats Grandma's cabbage in the garden. Crow was a very mean, anger filled man (who I believe was an Indian and Sarah believes was just given a weird name at birth). Crow's brother was also a key player in our games but we regrettfully have forgotten his name at this time. Usually what happened was one of us was kidnapped by the angry men and was forced to marry them. When someone tried to save them, they married the brother. If we escaped, we somehow ended up at the horrible orphanage under the care of Miss Medlock, another evil woman of the world, (usually played by the skilled actress Katie because no one else could handle the pressure or remember the lines.) (That's what Katie thinks. She was Miss Medlock because the rest of us were to soft hearted to even pretend to be so mean to each other, but we knew Katie could handle it.) Anyway, childhood was amazing with the cousinhood of the invisible cool ones. There was never a dull moment and we formed an unbreakable bond and still share occasional tea parties just for memories sake, and nothing has changed if you get my drift. Now getting older, we plan to still stick together through the hard times and good times as the cousinhood continues, until next time my dear cousins, hasta la pasta!

Message from Mom

Dearest Children,
I just wanted to write and tell you how proud I am of all of you! (AND We really do look at Sarah's Report Card. It is sent to our e-mail address pretty often and in spite of what she thinks I do look at it. SO far I haven't had much to worry about any of you and your grades- No matter what they are, I know that you tried to be pretty conciencious. (spelling???)
At the wedding and after I have had a lot of people tell me what a good job we have done with our children and how wonderful they all think you are. I just smile and say "Heavenly Father sent me really special spirits because he knew that I didn't know how to handle the other kind"!
It is really true...........I appreciate so much your strengths and testimonies and your willingness to live the gospel.
I really have enjoyed Sarah and Katie and their friendship towards each other. They pretty well keep us laughing--I don't know what we would do without each of you--you are all special in your own ways, I love your visits and the grandchildren are wonderful! Have a great week. love mom

Plain Jane? Try complain Jane!

Now that life has settling down a bit, I now have countless hours to blog! If we subtract the school, drivers ed, chores, and oh yes I've taken up a new sport. GOLF! Of course these thing may seem important now but I'm sure as time goes on they will fade steadily into my long forgotten past, or should I say the past I'm trying so despratly to f0rget. Only because the last few weeks have been a nightmare and at the same time not a complete nightmare, there were the good moments too. For the past I will say this... Mandy's first wedding reception was a blast. My feet were a blazing ball of blisters and I resembled a pregnant squash in my dress but other than that it was GREAT! My Grandma Bakers funral was probably the sadest day my young life has ever experienced. I dehidrated myself through my tears, and couldn't get my lip to stop quivering long enough to drink anything. so I was life flighted to the hospital where some lunatic doctor person tryed to stick me with a massive piece of metal that they like to call an I.V. Of course I was no dummy and I took a drink of water, my energy returned and I escaped with no discusting holes in my tender flesh. ( not a true story, but definetly a good one) any ways I'm just glad to have everything behind me. You will also be glad to hear that I descovered a mountain taller than Mt. Everest this week. (Yes you can have my atagragh) This mountain is called "Sarah's HOMEWORK!" yes that's right. I've never wrote, typed or even imagined as much as I have in the past 24 hours because it's all due on monday and i'm not done yet. I still have to make two food dishes for two different classes and bring enough for the whole class. Hey I'm not the one who made it a law to feed the kids in schools. Although it was a great idea I never signed up on no lunch lady sheet, yet somehow I am the sorry soul who is feeding the whole school practicly. Who ever says you can't buy a grade, think again. I've spent my whole life savings trying to make all this exotic food all for a stupid A. What am I thinking? I just keep telling myself it will be worth it in the end, but somehow I doubt it. I'm not the kid who gets paid for their good grades, heck my parents don't even look at my report card. So somewhere out there, there had better be something that's worth all my hard work! Now you might be thinking that my life is just a little stressful, but don't worry as long as I can laugh i'm totally good, the only problem is I think people in Juab High have forgoten what that words means and so I just walk around with a smile on my face, laughing occationally while people stare at me with entertaining expressions, not knowing that their face is the cause for my uncontrolable laughter. I know it sounds cruel and so unlike me to laugh at someones face, but it's the only way I ever get to laugh so I do it despite the rudeness. Maybe some day my life will be happy again but for now all I can do is sign and take it one day at a time.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Grandma and Me....Magical Memories

The unforgetable moments with Grandma all come flooding back to me with her passing. I had so much fun with my Grandma Baker and learned so much form her. I'll never forget that time at Grandmas house with my cousins Lisa, Diana, Hannah, and my sister Kaite when Grandma seeing that we needed something to do handed us the keys to her car, not realizing our young age. We happily concented but before we could get away my wonderful mother stepped in and ruined all our fun. Although we could not drive Grandma insistened that we go to the park, and decided to drive us herself. Upon arrival however we found the gate locked. None of us expected the angry reaction from Grandma. "SHIT!" She exclamied. We all busted a gut and Grandma soon joined in. It was one moment I'll share forever with my Grandma and just us girls.
Grandma was never one to waist time. When she wanted something done she didn't wait around for help, she began the task herself. She was always cleaning out her sheds, getting wood in, and tending to her yard. She loved having her yard nice. She taught me the importance of appearence. Not only with property but with yourself as well. We were having a ward party once in witch the younger people were invited to wear pajamas. Well Grandma happened to be here at that time and she refused to let me go in mine. My Dad agreed with her of course, but he was surpirsed to get the same result when he tried to wear a baggy pair of shorts and a big shirt to take her home once. Grandma could not beleive that he was honestly going dressed like that. She just kept shaking her head and looking away. Dad and I just laughed.
I could always count on Grandma to make me laugh, and I appreciate her cousel now even if I didn't at the time she gave it to me. She told me not to cut my hair once. I did it anyway. Shoulda listened. I came back and she laughed and laughed and when she could get a breath she told me how terrible it looked and how sorry she felt for me. I didn't appriciate that peice of advice but now I look back at it with a smile.
Grandma had a lot of spunk and was very sure about herself. She told me once that she had some SEXY legs when she was my age, and long beautiful eyelashes that she cut off once hopeing they would grow back longer. "Don't try it". She'd said. I will always miss looking at Grandma's short little eyelashes and fighting back a smile.
It was always a treat going to Grandma's house because she always had candy and she had T.V. I loved watching the cowboy shows with her or just any show with her. It never mattered what you were watching with Grandma, she was never quiet during a t.v. show she'd oooo and ahhh and oh gahh and then she'd just laugh at the most unfunny things which would get us laughing too. One time we were all staying at Grandma's but some of us weren't there yet. So when we walked in we all sat down to the most grusome, most graphic horror movie I've ever seen in my life. I couldn't believe that my dear sweet Grandma was watching such a thing. Not only was she intently watching she was laughing histaricly at all the bloody goory parts. While Grandma laughed I sat in the corrner with a blanket over my eyes trying not to burst into tears, and then I had nightmares it was terrible but it showed me how brave and tuff Grandma really was. If I was living alone and watching that stuff at her age I'd have a hernia!
I'll miss spending time with Grandmas. Making memories with her. I'll miss going to Grandma's house each year to set up her Christmas lights, I'll miss getting her Christmas Tree and watching her inspect it. I'll miss her stories. I'll miss her blunt opinions. I'll miss hearing her tell me how much I've grown up with two gapping eyes staring right at my chest. I'll miss hearing Grandma's voice, her never satisfied tone, her light happy laugh. I'll miss it all. I'll miss you Grandma and I'll never forget the time we spent together. It's times like these that make me wish I was the oldest just so I could have more time with the ones I love, but the time I have had had has been the most amazing anyone could ask for. Thanks Grandma! I love you!
-Sarah-

My Wonderful Grandma

To try to summarize the wonderful life my Grandma lived makes me feel like I've failed before I've even started. There are so many amazing things she did that it is impossible to find words for everything. Her love for life and her family was something you can only understand if you knew her. The sound of her contagious laugh and bright smile are some of the things I will always remember, and miss the most whenever I think of her. With Grandma, there was never a dull moment. She could liven up a lethargic group of senior citizens or have the whole house laughing with her bright sense of humor and witty personality. Whether she was telling about earlier times when she left her fiancee and eloped with Grandpa, or about the time she painted the neighbors garage because the reflection of the sun hurt her eyes, she lived life to the fullest.

Grandma would be the first to speak her mind, and the last to stop working to take a break. She taught us the value of hard work and dedication, and the importance of a good laugh when times were tough. Spring will never be the same without going to Grandma's to cut and stack firewood and burn all the weeds from her yard-- plus all the neighbors. There was never a flower out of place or a weed on the lot. I remember as a young kid having a snowball fight with the blossoms on her snowball bush. Needless to say, I don't think I've ever been more scared of Grandma in my life. After a good lickin' and a long lecture, we had to pick up ever flower from that bush off the ground and throw them away. Her love of the outdoors and a nice yard is something I see everyday in the life of my family members, and especially my dad and brothers and I'm so grateful that every time I look at them, I will see part of her.

I will always miss seeing her right after a bad haircut to hear her say how horrible I looked, having her compare all of our chest sizes to see who would benefit the most from using the squishy ball as stuffing for our bras, making us give the smallest piece of pie to Jonny, and always sharing stories and a good laugh with her.

I Love You Grandma!! Thanks for your great example and the love you’ve shared with all of us. Life won’t be the same without you, but because of you, we're all a little stronger and a little better.

Friday, March 6, 2009

coolest mom on the block

I might be the coolest mom on the block but I don't think that I qualify as Addie's favorite Grandma. We went to the park this morning and played on the swings and slides until she decided that her feet were cold so we came home.
She wanted cereal and I thought that she should have some real food for lunch. She cried and cried and told her mom on the phone that I didn't let her have any cereal all day (she had some for breakfast.) Lisa Orme and Grant(WE saw them at the park) came over and had lunch with us so that cheered her up a bit and she did eat some real food.
I also left her with Katie while I ran to the post office to mail a letter. She "combed" her hair with the sissors this morning and has been absolutely fasinated with the sissors and her hair. Last night she found them and I felt like this was just a disaster waiting to happen. I put them away but she found them again this morning. She said that if she combs her hair with the sissors it gets all the snarles out. I put them away again but apparently I should have hidden them.
--You guessed it....while I was at the post office she gave herself a lovely hair cut. She was soooo right It got all the snarles out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry Trina, There just must be something in the air today!
Heidi had her baby last Wed. He is a cute little thing and both mom and baby are doing better now.
Brett is doing well, but a bit disappointed because all his teaching pool kind of decided they weren't ready to listen to missionaries.
Jon and Ruth's house is coming along. The sheetrock is up and passed the inspection.
So far everyone still have their jobs --we are really thankful for that and for everyone's health.
Katie and Sarah stayed with Helen and Steve Breckenridge while I was in Cedar with the new mom and baby--we really appreciate their love and help, they have been wonderful to us.
Grandma Baker had a rough day on Monday and wasn't able to go to her radiation treatment because she was so sick but yesterday when I talked to Diann she was doing a lot better.
Camron has spring break next week so he will probably come down tonight.
Trina and Jon are doing well, Read her blog--it tells all!!! Leighna is a pretty cute girl and in her own words "I busy" love ya -mom

The Love Bug... (got smashed)

Well, considering the only people that look at this are me and Trina, I know we are both fully aware of the fact that Mandy is leaving us (well pretty much me and Sarah cuz we're the only other ones not married yet) and getting married to Sir Kevin G. in only a few short days. Wow. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad right now. Its kind of a mix. One eye is shedding tears of joy while the other tastes of the bitter tears of loneliness and abandonment. Maybe someday I'll have the joy of getting married as well, and if not I really better learn to like cats, because ALL old maids have cats. It must be one of those unspoken rules that you have to have one if you're over 30 and not married. Sigh. I think I'll get a turtle instead. But anyway, it's really been an adventure having a sister that looks just like you, especially now that she is getting married because everywhere I go I get comments like, "I got your announcement today!!" "I'm so happy for the both of you!" "When is the big day?" "Can I see the ring?" or my personal favorite, "Aren't you just like, totally happy now??" I can't even stand in the isle at the grocery store left alone deep in thought considering the pro's and con's of Western Family Corn Flakes compared to the infamous Kellog's Frosted Flakes without being interupted by bystanders trying to get me to blow off my non-existant fience for some hunk of a guy a friend of their friend knows who would make the perfect match for me (well Mandy really). After I kindly inform them that MANDY is already very happy with Kevey Pooh, they quickly walk away. That's when I nearly go into a little thing I like to call the lonely coma, induced when I hear too many comments by people who are wishing their brother or nephew or second cousin would have fell in love with my wonderful sister before it was too late. Don't they realize I'm still single? Still in the viscious cycle of (non-existant)love? I think I'm totally dateable but apparently I'm missing something... Something big. You'd think that will 17 Billion people on this planet there would be at least one guy out there for me!! Maybe mine was left on Mars.