What is this this we call 'like'?

First off, I would like to take a minute to re-introduce myself since I have had a very extended absence. I Katie Dawn Baker am young, single, and smokin hott like the rest of my sisters (to bad no young, single, smokin hott men read this.) I'm back. Hallelujah!
I will now take a minute to enlighten you in a little situation I am having. As you all know, I deserve a boyfriend. A beautiful boyfriend. A beautiful boyfriend who brings me flowers and makes me dinner. It's not that there aren't any options down here because by-golly there are a lot, it's like I was fishing in a stream before and now it's like a small river. Very refreshing. Well in one of my classes there happens to be this boy. A cowboy/farm-boy. Not exactly what I was looking for, but definitely on the radar. Well after class he kept being sneaky and walking me home (cuz he parked close of course) and all kinds of crazy stuff. The particular day that the situation got quite exciting was Tuesday. We made popcorn balls together and later went up the canyon for a bon fire with his roommates and his brother and wife. Background: His roommates and him are the funniest people I have almost ever met (there could be exceptions) they laugh about everything! It is always exciting to hang out with them and by the time I go home I have a sore face and sore abs from laughing so much. Anyway so up the canyon we spent the whole time telling jokes and just goofing off. One of his roommates (Brady) kept scaring everyone trying to freak us out. Well one time I was standing next to Allen (mystery boy from class) and Brady tickled my ear, I flipped. I thought it was something scary and I jumped and grabbed onto Allen and screamed a little bit loud. That triggered something inside his puny little brain and they kept doing it because I kept getting scared and holding on to him. I didn't mean to it just happened. Well, Allen decided to become protector and put his arm around me to keep me safe. Well the rest is kind of history. We went and watched a movie with Brian (his other roommate) and his girlfriend and stuff like that. When he took me home, we accidentally turned our heads at the same time and went to speak which made our lips poke out a little bit and somehow they connected. Weirdest thing ever. I'm not exactly sure how it happened like that. Anyhow, that's where the situation comes into play. As much as I deserve a boyfriend I don't want one. It makes life to complicated and then all you can think about is that person and you never get anything done and you always want to spend time together and your not sure what to think because you like them a whole lot but your scared and you don't know why you like them so much you just know you do and your personalities somehow match even though your from completely different backgrounds and you love being with them because they make you laugh all the time but you don't know exactly what to make of everything and it just is crazy and complicated and exciting and scary and nerve racking and makes you shake when you think about it too much. And that is currently where I am at. Advice anyone?? Mom I know you're probably disappointed again cuz I'm not engaged and somehow found the lips of another on mine-but it wasn't me it was that other persons fault.

Blast From The Past

It's Homecoming week! Yesterday was "blast from the past day". I decided to take us back in time to the rockin' days of Mr. Durbin's reign at Juab High School!

Sweet 16

This is my crazy, cool kid, baby sister! Yesterday was her sweet 16 birthday! Due to the passing of a loved one, I was unable to post about my amazing little sister! Let me tell ya, she's a sweet little thing!!!! So to celebrate, here are the top 16 things I love about Sarah!

1. She loves to have fun!
2. She doesn't take no for an answer!
3. She's my friend.
4. She's honest. While I was engaged to Jon she asked me one day, "Does Jonny drink coke?" I said, "yes" she asked, "well, does he drink whiskey?" I said, "no" she asked "does he smoke?" I said, "no" she said, "well, he does drink coke!"
5. She loves volleyball, softball and golf. And she's good at all of them!
6. She's funny.
7. She always gets me to do CRAZY things, like put hair glitter on my eyelashes! Not really a great idea if you intend to keep your eyelashes!
8. She's boy crazy!
9. She knows how to make people smile!
10. She's not afraid to tell you what she thinks!
11. She has such a cute sense of humor! When she was little, Jonathan was eating a taco, she wanted a bite, so she asked for one. He said, "no, I'm sick, you don't want to get sick." Sarah sat for a minute and then she grabbed the taco, took a bite, and said, "better sick than dead!"
12. She's a great Aunt to her nieces and nephews! They LOVE her!
13. She loves to come to my house!
14. Who else could I stay up with until the wee hours of the morning, making caramel popcorn and watching movies!
15. Recently she took me to the playground at the elementary school. She put me in this cup shaped contraption and started spinning me! I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants and she almost peed her pants laughing at me!
16. She's my baby sister! And I love her to pieces!

Sarah, I love you!

HAPPY SWEET 16!!!!!

Love Trina

ON MY WORLD....

EVERYONE EATS RAINBOWS AND POOPS BUTTERFLIES!
(Oh what a world that would be!)

I'm all alone!

Ok girls, listen up. This blog is called the Baker Babes (notice the plural) for a very important reason. I believe there are 5 of the baker babes but I really can't remember because the only one I recall is Sarah. I mean that babe writes everything she can but really she needs a little help here! Katie and Heidi I know you both have cameras therefore it is your responsibility to let me see what you're up to. Mandy you don't have a child and you have a husband to hold down the fort so you have absolutely no excuses! Trina I know you have your own but still none of us know how to change the back ground and all that so you still gotta stick with us. We will be excommunicated from the blogging world if you don't show some stuff.

Back to School

I understand that some of you wonderful people have a few years on ya and high school was way back when! Of course i'm sure you all remember the teachers that you mercilessly made fun of and the Hott boys that you never had the nerve to talk to, right??? I know you all secretly miss high school, but don't worry i'm totally there and I will let you in on all the great things that happen there. You will be sorry to hear that the powerful Mr. Durbin has retired. We were very devistated to hear this news and all we could do was pray that he would not be replaced by the horrible awful Mr. Rolly. Heavenly Father must have heard my own personal pleadings because Mr. Robins now romes the halls. He's a great guy i think. I don't think any of you got the amazing oppertunity of taking early morning seminary either. Well let me tell ya, there is no better way to strengthen your testimony of SACRIFICE for the Lord! Another nice class is choir only none of you old ones every had to have Mrs. Espline did you. It's painful enough watching her at church but when you actually hand her some real athority it gets a little freaky. I'm not saying that to be mean really. I'm not kidding she is so STUPID. Ya remember middle school where all the teachers treated you like you were 5 and made themselves look retarded in the process. Those teachers were chocolate cake and ice cream compared to this lady. I've never actually hated a teacher unless you count Mr. Rolly but Mrs. Espline is pretty close to being number one on my hate list and it's only the first day! Anyway hopeful I can find the sweet angel that I know is in me somewhere and just accept her for how she is. I will definalty work on it. You guys know Mr. Nelison right? Oh man he cracks me up I think that will be a fun class, and Flech is totally awesome. Most of my classes are ok but it will take a while to get back into the whole school thing! Anyway there you go guys a little taste of your golden years.

Change

We all know that change is hard, harder for some than for others. I'm one that struggles with it more than most I think. For example I can't even rearange my room without feeling sad because it won't be the same. Pathetic right. For this reason I am dreading next week. Everything will be different. Katie will leave and next thing we know she'll be engaged and then i will offically be alone! After everything we've done together it's so hard to except someone else that I don't even know. I don't know how to be the big sister, the fun one with all the great ideas and funny jokes. I don't think I can study all day and play table tennis for fun. I don't who I'm gonna cry my eyes out with when it's been a long week, or tell everything to. Certainly not a stranger. Who will make me laugh until every muscel in my body acks, who is gonna tell me to shutup cuz i sing like a goat? Who will sleep out with me and talk about how amazing the stars are and how God ever created what he did? Who will explain scriptures to me and beat me up all the time? Who can I talk boys to? Who are me and mom gonna make fun of all the time? Who's gonna call me lame names that make me smile? At girls camp a girl said exactly how I feel about katie in her testimony. This is what she said only i'm changing it to kaite. "I want you all to know that it's ok that you called me Kaite and got us mixed up because it's a great compliment to me when you call me by her name." I'm gonna miss her so much. Thanks for everything Kate! I'll try so hard to be like you to Margarita I know if I do that we will be great friends. Good luck at collage!!!

Reviving the Chicks

Read the post after this one first!











These are the pictures of the reviving process, I'm not sure why the random pictures of Me Mom and Sarah or Hannah Me and Sarah are with them though.

Calling Father Goose!! Emergency!!!

10 minutes.
Freezing water.
Stage 4 hypothermia.
CPR.
11 poor helpless creatures.
A mother's tears.
All of this can only add up to one thing. A near death experience for 11 of the newest members of our family. Lets go back to the beginning.
Exactly 8 days ago, my mom became a new mother, minus the nine month agonizing period of time with a bloated stomach. How is this possible you may ask?? She is a mother hen without feathers. Our chicks hatched. Happy day, they have been a blessing right from the start and we have been so tickled that they were sent to our home. Since the time of their arrival they have been dwelling in our kitchen in a box, however yesterday my parents took a trip to the dump to drop off some junk and they came home with some more. Aka, a chicken cage, and the chicks were introduced to their permanent home, the great outdoors. This is where the tragedy begins.
The day started out like normal, me and Sarah slept outside under the stars and Mom came and woke us up so she could turn on the sprinklers. We went inside, moseyed about for about a half an hour when Mom jumped up and started yelling something about sprinklers, chicks, and ten minutes. She was nearly in tears when we were finally able to comprehend. The baby chicks were out on the lawn, at the mercy of the relentless sprinklers.
When we ran out we were horrified to find that they were soaked to the bone, shivering balls of meat laying in a deformed pile!! They were all mostly dead, at most only 3% alive, and we had little hope of reviving any of them. We pulled out lamps, blow dryers, and towels to begin the process of resurrection for these helpless little babes. Picking up the chicks out of the cage there were many we wondered if they were even a little alive, but not having time to worry we began the life saving technique of CPR. Sarah started CPR, passed it to me and I wiped it with a towel, and passed in down to Mom who was blow drying her little heart out why trying to see through a river of tears. Now, nearly two hours later, the deformed pile of wet feathers has transformed to fluffy clean little chicks again. We asked Mom how she felt about the whole thing and all she could say was, "Heavenly Father maded them feel better."

The House Makeover!!!

Well ladies (and Jonny) it's been a long couple of weeks if ya know what i mean. Fixing up the house hasn't exactly been my favorite activity but there have been some serious bonding moments. So far Dad needs to get fixed........ his neck. Mom needs a new latter. Katie needs more popcycles, and my singing is rapidly improving. Yes it's true Dad really said that, laying on mom's lap with a grown. AHH we're still laughing about that one. The latter thing was a total accident ok. I was on the big cabnet thing painting and when i started to get down something happened and I fell and hit the latter on the way down. The first thing mom said was "You broke my latter!" Apparently she already knows that I am her strongest child because obviously she wasn't worried about me, just her latter. I mean I didn't even get an "Are you ok?" All I could do was stare at her in shock, then finally i squeaked out " The latter?" Mom " Ya you broke it!" So as you can see I now owe mom a new latter. During this hard time in our house fixing days there is one thing that we ALWAYS have in our freezer. Popcycles! That's right and we go through probably a bag every two days. Usually Katie gets one first or me and then the rest of us follow and get one. Then she'll get another one so we get another one too. So now our freezer is running quite low and we definetly need some more! Well if you thought my voice was amazing before.... you should hear me now. Mom, Dad, and Katie just can't seem to get enough of my beautiful master pieces. Last week Katie told me I sang like a goat. It was a very motivational piece of information. I took a step up and now she says I sing like a bird. So if you ever need help with sacrament meeting or a talent show... I'm here for you!! well i wish i could stay and chat but sadly there is work to be done! (Katie's still in bed) Stay cool young ones!!!