Simply Summer

I know you are all having withdrawals from not hearing from me in so long. Well I am truly sorry. The last two weeks have been a little crazy. I had pagent last week and the week before and I am so sick of sampete!!! However I did have an awesome time! I got to see my Grandparents just about everyday and I always had a cousin around to keep me entertained. I ate at millers a ton and never had to do anything to challenging. Being in the pagent got a little stressful at times but I loved it. Thanks aunt Laurie and my new sisters and everyone else you all rock! So in the middle of pagent I went to youth conference. I really didn't want to but I'm glad I did it was so fun! My leaders are totally cool kids! Spending time with them was so fun because they are so much like us! They did everything we did and even came up with some crazy ideas themselves. Miss Lisa is our little giggler! We had a very interesting testimony meeting and she laughed through most of it and the rest of us tried not to (including the bishopric) you think I'm kidding but really one kid stood up three times! For like 10 minutes each time! And the last time he told us he wanted to give us all a hug. That's when all of our heads shot up and we looked at each other in horror! Then another girl broke down in tears and when she could finally speak she told us that it was really hard when she found out her dog had cancer and that it was like a sister to her. (The dog that died like a year ago.)It was an incredibly sad story I tell you. Lisa also came up with our amazing syncronized swimming rutine that was insane! We should have got a metal. Jessica is the gossip girl, she makes fun of the weird ones in our word with us! She also trained me to be a certified leader so pretty much I can do whatever I want. Then we have Amber who is just the crazy awesome spontanious one. She did all these crazy things off the high dive and broke all the rules at the pool. But we learned to be sneaky. They wouldn't let us go down the slide head first so we did it anyway and right before we got to the end we turned around! haha the life guards were clueless! Then we had Darren Clark and he was hilarious we recored some of the things he did and they are inspirational! So those are the cool leaders all the others have to keep us in line so we don't hurt ourselves. Anyway after the pool we went to the Heber valley girls camp. We spent the night there and in the morning we did a rope course and went to the lake. Now we were not supposto get in the lake however some young men couldn't resist tipping our boat over. Bianca spashed them and then we new it was the end of us. They sandwitched us and then Landon jumped out of his boat and graved ours and there we went me, Kaite, and Biana tennis shoes, jeans, and the whole bit. The lake people were very upset with us and they made everyone get off the lake but we had a nice swim and we all lived! It was super fun! Now I just have to live through girls camp!!!

Father's Day...

It all started out with the best of intentions, and then it turned into a father's day flop. So let me explain myself. It was my first Father's day with Kevin, so of course I wanted to do something really special. The instructions he gave me were something like this: I don't want you to spend any money on me, it would be more meaningful to me if you would just do something for me. I thought to myself okay, sure that won't be too difficult. As Father's day got closer and closer I still didn't know what I would do for him that would be super awesome. So by friday I still had not come up with anything. I talked to Heidi and asked her if she had any ideas. She had what I thought at the time was a great idea. She suggested that I give him a back massage. I thought great! I can do that and he would love it! So I decided that I would give him a back massage on Saturday night instead of on Sunday. So Saturday night I told Kevin that part of his Father's day had to be done that night. In preparation I sent Kevin to our living room and proceeded to set up our room as a spa. I made the bed, put in the classical music and lit the candles. (Yes this is where the flop comes in.) I left my room to get Kevin from the living room. I made him close his eyes and I led him to our room. I reached behind me and grabed for the door handle, to my utter discust I had locked both Kevin and I out of our room. I frantically turned to the door and started pounding on it... yelling "oh no! There are burning candles in there!" Realizing that no one was in my room to open the door, I stopped my pounding and turned around to face my husband, who was trying to calm me down and figure out a way to open the door. Luckily his wallet was in the living room and he was able to open our door with a credit card. I'm sure you will be happy to hear that my house did not burn down. But this did not end Father's day. The next day in my desperate attempt to do something special for Kevin without spending money was continued. He got up and went to shower and while he was in there I fixed him breakfast. It was not going well. I thought I would fix him a breakfast burrito , bacon, strawberries and orange juice. When I got done with the burrito and set it on the plate, it looked like a little kid had already started eating it. The shell was all broken up and falling apart-it was horrible. The bacon was so black I refused to eat it myself, and needless to say I didn't. I watched him eat his breakfast, of course he didn't say a word, he thanked me graciously. Needless to say I ate cereal. I wish that were the end, and that nothing else went wrong, but sadly there is more. So for church we decided that we would all make cookies and after Relief Society we would combine all of our cookies and take each of our husbands a plate. So I wanted it to be a surprise. I made candy to take to church. I didn't tell him what it was for. I make a perfect plan so he wouldn't even know I left the church to go home and get my treat. I left my window rolled down so i could reach in and open the door. I make sure there was a spare key in the car. Sunday School finally ended and I told the lady next to me that I was going to run home and get my treat. My plan was working out great. I got in my car and raced to my house, Kevin would never know I was gone. I ran up the stairs in my high heel shoes and finally arrived at my door. It was locked. Of course it was locked! We always lock the door! I had not planned as well as I thought I had. I ran down the stairs and to my apartment manager's house hoping they had sluffed the last meeting to go home and eat. They hadn't. My wonderful plan was failing. As I slowly went up the stairs again hoping that by some miracle my door had magically been opened, it was not. Then in fustration I turned around and lo and behold I saw the number 2. Yes that was my solution. Apartment number 2. My dear sweet sister Heidi lives in number 2. To my great relief they answered to my pounding. I told them of my plan and told them I was locked out. Jason being the awesome person that he is used his credit card to open my door. I finally left my house about a half an hour later. I got back to the church and parked in almost the same place. Even though I had missed half of the meeting Kevin would still not even know I had been gone. I walked into the Relief Society room. They were just starting the lesson. I was confused. While I was gone they had decided to give the cookies to their husbands at the first of the meeting!! Oh yes, I felt like the biggest idiot in the whole world. I set my treat down, and almost started to cry as i listened to the words of the lesson. The whole rest of the meeting all I could think about was my poor husband sitting in Priesthood and having all the other wives bring them cookies, and him just sitting there. I felt like a jerk. He had no idea where I was. So again I had blown it. The lady I told I was going to get my treat thankfully made a plate for Kevin, and told him I went home to get cookies. He said we don't have cookies. Ahh and no one is to blame but me. In my attempt to make it the best Father's day ever, it ended in almost the worst. So ladies when your husband says "oh its okay don't buy me anything for Father's day," don't listen! Just do it! I'm sure he will forgive you for spending a little money! And to you Kevin, I really do love you.

Stood Up and Stepping Down

Well, I have purposely been avoiding my blog for many weeks now because I have so much to catch up on and I know it will take forever, stupidest excuse ever right? Well, sadly it's the only excuse I have. The last time I updated was before I became an old woman and joined the alumni of Juab High. The week of graduation was crazy busy and I don't know how I survived without the helpful boost of a little something I like to call caffeine (I know, I'm evil, you don't have to tell me everyone else already has.) But I'll update on that later. The purpose of this blog is to make you all feel pity for me and for everyone to try and find me a man. I am no longer looking due to the fact that I seem to scare boys like the plague. In the past three weeks I was scheduled for three dates. Fabulous. I love going on dates, young men happen to be one of my favorite things, along with whiskers on kittens and brown paper packages tied up with strings. The first date was with a young fellow named Ryan. Beautiful and rich, I was thrilled. However, I was informed the night before the date that he was going out of town with his family rather then spend time with me! Ridiculous. Date number two was with Danny boy. It was short notice but with my lame life, I squeezed it in my schedule. Well, once again, the night before I was told I was dateless again! He was going to hang out with his mom instead, no joke. He's a teenager, and teenage boys do not hang out with their moms!!! But I'm a forgiving person and let it go. This weeks contestant was Danny again, why I don't know, I guess it didn't hit me that he stood me up once, it's likely he'll do it again. And Walla! HE DID!!! Only this time, I wasn't informed the night before, I was informed 10 minutes before I was supposed to be there. Therefore, I am still single, lonely, and heartbroke. I should put an add it the newspaper, thats what my dad tells me, and it might be a good idea. If any of you have brothers, friends, ex-boyfriends, give me a call, I'm available!!!

1950 and Beyond

Last night I was able to go to pagent and there at our cast meeting was the one and only L. Tom Perry. That's right folks it was amazing! And I Sarah Ann walked right up to that young man and I looked him in the eyes and I shook his hand. He has a good strong grip too I thought my hand might fall off but it was awesome! Then I went to do my scenes and it was so cool because it was windy so we all looked totally awesome and then Jesus came and ahh i don't know it was just really cool. After that I went to Grandma and Grandpa's house and Grandpa read me his patriarcle blessing that he got in 1950 and he told me some really amazing stories about his life. He said he always tried to live up to his blessing and as he read it he would stop and say "And that's come true" and he would tell me all the people that he has been able to help and the people at the temple that told him he was the best example they had. Of course he told me about tree toping experiences but he told me some new ones and how the spirt lets him now what he needs to do to get the trees in the right place. He said he has never had a burning in his busom but it's always a quiet peacful feeling when somthing is right. It was so amazing to look at Grandpa's blessing and his life and to see the way that they matched up. Grandpa also told me about some of his war experiences. And the sargent guy could always count on him to do what ever he asked him to do without a word he would just do what he had to do. And I didn't know Grandpa had his hand while he was in the army cuz everyone always told me he lost it when he was 17 or 18 but Grandpa cleared this up for me real nice like. If you have never heard the story of how Grandpa lost his hand from grandpa, then you don't really know the story. It's really a pretty grusome story. 9 days after he got home from war he was picking corn with the corn picker and got his hand in there he was 23. He never screamed for yelled he just gritted his teeth and held on because it didn't break it he just had to rip it off. He gave me a visual of all the tendends hanging off and all the nasty stringy stuff but I won't go into that for you nice people. Anyway he just held it tight with his other hand and he was holdin it so tight it wasn't bleeding and so he walked over to a neghbors house and the lady made him lay down until her son got the car and took him to the hospital. It was only cut off right ubove his thumb but they had to take it ubove the rist and when everyone came to see him he was happy and cheerful and joking around with everyone. His mom asked him if it just took it right off or what and he said ya it's still in the corn picker if ya wanna see it. But from the minute it happened he just took it and delt with it. He said the first thing that came to his mind was how am i ever going to play the gitar again but his dad gave him a blessing and told him that he would be able to do all those things that he desired to do and he was able to. It was so cool to hear all his stories just me and him and Grandma and Hannah talking and listening to his stories!

Making Memories!

Today I got to spend a few hours with my amazing Grandma. She showed me her flowers and what they were called and we moved little chicks to a chicken house. Then I had some of her home made bread and I watched as she took care of Grandpa. It's amazing to me all the things she does without one word of complaint. When I look at her I see so much of my Mom in her and I'm so grateful for both of their examples to me. I also got to talk with Grandpa for a little while. It was so good to just be with them.
I also got to visit with some anuts and uncles. We had a sleep over party on wednesday so I got to see Irene and Bill and Lynn and Lorie and Julie and Vergil. It was so fun! It's awesome to see all the different personalities of everyone. Lorie was a crack up the whole time it was a blast to hang out with her. Everyone was really fun and it was so cool to be there.
Oh and you should all know that I am famous and you should all come see me in the Manti pagent because I am the star of the show and I get to shake Moroni's hand which basicly makes me the most awesome person ever! And there's this really really hott guy named Ryan that I met and I'm gonna marry only not really cuz my marrage list is getting kinda long so he can just be on the dating list. Robert is the witch doctor which is totally awesome too! Seriously tho come see me I will even sign my autograph and everything.
Also I got a job. Weird right. I'm really kinda of freakin out, just the fact that I'm old enough to have a job and now I can't do whatever I want when ever I want which is quite tragic really. So I guess that means all of you will have to come here to see my beautiful face!
I'm excited for the family reunion it's gonna be rockin! So until then stay cool young ones!

Weirdo Weather

It's June 10th and it's cloudy and chilly outside. Do you see a problem there? To me there are red flags going up everywhere. I haven't seen the sun yet this summer and it's rather dipressing. I mostly stay inside for fear of catching a cold outside. Even as we speak I have a hot warming bag thing on my lap and a jacket on because I'm freezing. I don't really know what all this means but I'm tellin ya something weird's goin on around here. Has the end of the world finally come or is this just the begining of another ice age? All I know is it's June not January get it right Jack Frost this is rediculous!

Conection to the World!

This post is dedicated to Trina! This is a lot harder than it may seem because my hands hurt very much dear sister. It's actually been kind of a rough day all together. First off we went shopping and it was all good until we got in the car and it wouldn't start. Therefore we enjoyed staring at the beautiful gray wall on the back side of Dillards for an hour or two. Finally we were rescued by our faithful father and brought home. However that wasn't the end of my tragic day. I spent the next two ours being draged around by an out of control airador. Of course I haven't ever used one of those things and now I understand why. They are insane! My advice is don't use one without a man supervising. I know that may seem a little out of wack considering we do much of the yard work without their help but really wow. On second thought a man most likely won't do you any good. My man "my dad" just watched as I was helplessly wipped back and forth across the lawn. My anger was the only way I was able to keep the thing under control, but finally I was done. My hands were killing me and I was ready to go home. So I triumpantly walked over to my Dad to tell him I was done. Haha nice try. Know what he said to me? "Go over it again!" Yes it was a blow to my heart, but in a hurry to make my dad proud I went over it again as painful as it was. But after forever and a half he took me home. It was a great day.
Then yesterday we drove all over the state (all most) visiting family. We met Camron's soon to be wife and inspected Jon's red head baby and his house too. It was fun. Lindsay is really nice but the whole idea of Camron getting married is still quiet strange to me but I am very happy for them both. Landen is very cute his hair is super long and red! All their kids love him to death and Issac is so proud that he has red hair just like him.
We also went to Salina on saturday and visited Grandma and Grandpa. It felt so different without Grandma and her house just isn't the same but it's awesome to know where they are.
We went to Manti too. Things are pretty good there. Everyone is making bets on how long it will be before Steph gets married. I guess they are pretty serious. Grandma and Grandpa Bishop our a little stressed I think. Things are kinda hard for them right now so remember to pray for them. Other than that things are pretty good. Katie graduates in a few days and I'll be going to hurricane for a week. :) YES! Mom is busy with the garden and Dad is busy with work and this yard he has to fix up. This summer is so busy it feels like it's over and it hasn't even started yet but that's ok it's cool that so many things are happening I guess. Well tink i think that's about all the news so you are now up to date on the world of the fam. :)

The meanig of life???

Well I am finally done with end of year testing! Good news right? Well unfortunately my teachers can't just leave it at that. " End of year test, good job, lets party" Nope not this year. My English teacher had to make things complicated with one simple question. What is the meaning of life? Of course all of us Mormons no the answer to this question, "To live right so we can live with our family and Jesus again." TA DU! But considering the fact that she is not of such a faith she wants "deeper" She wants us to THINK. Is she kidding? "Think" is no longer in our vocabulary. We are done with what's important and two weeks of busy work just doesn't sit well with us. Each day as I enter the dreaded English classroom I listen intently to yet another heated discusion about "The Meaning Of Life". My teacher showed us the scientific answer to the question. It just so happened to be "42". Yes that's right 42. Why 42? Because 5 times 9 is 42. Scientists like to prove things right? Well if my calculations are correct that right there proves just how screwed up and retarded scientists really are. Besides that fact that 5 times 9 is 45, the answer makes no sense to any one including the ones who came up with it. So you see this is a very big problem. The teacher will not accept the simple, correct, logical answer but the students will not accept the scientific, illogical, stupid answer. Therefore this will most likely continue on for the rest of the year and perhaps a little into the summer. If you have any ideas please share unless you are a scientist. In that case please keep your desperate attempts to become smart or famous to yourself.

10 Days, 240 Hours, 14,400 Minutes, 864,000 Seconds (and counting)

Freedom awaits. Flip flops, tank tops, and swimming suits are calling to us. School, like the rest of the world, is in its last days. The end is nigh at hand and summer is lurking just around the corner. Nothing is worse then waking up to the beautiful song of a crow and having to ignore the lovely creature to spend the day inside staring blankly at the back of Myra Mains puffy head of hair.

Today was Stake Conference. What a wonderful experience. I so wanted to hear the whole thing, but unfortunately as soon as it started, I was hit with the sudden urge to use the facilities. I ran as fast as I could, and made it back for the sustainings, but all the running left me breatheless and in need of a drink. Not realizing how thristy I was, it took a lot of time, and I missed the first speaker. Then, Sarah kept talking to herself about hunger pains, and allergies, and wouldn't stop comparing her small muscels to my rather developed muscels. It was rather distracting, and when I kindly asked her to stop, my own mother gave me the angry eye. Before I knew it the meeting was over and we spent the next hour trying to drag our parents out of the building (unsuccessfully, we walked home.)

On a side note, my eyebrows are bigger than Mitch and Stephanie Farr's bushes and are in desperate need of attention before seminary graduation tonight.

The True Meaning of BROKE

Finding a penny on the side of the road is not something taken lightly any more. Pennies are my main sourse of income. I take a walk every night in search of such treasures. Upon finding one I lovingly pick it up and look at it tenderly with a slight sting of anger I wonder who would so carelessly leave such a valuble lying there. I save for weeks just so I can by a cookie at lunch. I have no more candy stashed in my pockets, backpack, or bedroom. I haven't been shopping for 6 months. I haven't put on deoderent for almost 2, can't pay. I haven't brushed my teeth for 3 because I can't afford toothpast and my toothbrush has no brush left (I follow Brett's motto for brushing my teeth "You're never done brushing til you're bleeding.) and I don't have money for a new one. I use to be able to scrounge up a dollar or two. Those days are long gone, now I'm lucky if I can find a pennies. Of course money is not everything but you need money for everything. I think I will just steel a new toothbrush and toothpast and then go to jail. At least you don't need money there.