Seriously? Talk about an enema..

I'm not sure this picture even needs an explanation. This is in the line for the Spider at Lagoon. I feel there is NO NEED for this sign. Other than the 1.3 inches of cement below the spikes of death there is no where for one to place their rear. Talk about retarded...

Catchin Some Rays

Last Thursday Steve, Gavin, Danielle, and I went boating up at Mantua Lake. We basically had the whole seaweed infested place to ourselves. It was a blast. We wakeboarded, did the wakeskate, and battled it out in ultimate tube wars. I was the champ!!

Lagoon Day

The pictures go as follows: Doug, Gavin, and Scott in line for Colossaus, Alex and I at dinner, Danielle and Alex in line for the Rocket, the gang getting drenched on Rattle Snake Rapids, all of us at dinner... Cam's face is priceless. I think he really digs that burnt burger.






Lagoon day was pretty much great. Sure there was a plethora of not-so-classy people, a wretched stench, and excessive lines, but who couldn't be happy with 6 hours at the happiest place in Utah for a mere 5.00?? THANKS AFCU! Lagoon is one of those places similar to the state fair. A place where one can go to build their self esteem... why is it always the white trash people make up the population of the theme park? The moment I walk in I want to beg for a shower. Dirt, grime, grease, and sweat. Yum. My personal favorite was the 378 pound man sitting on a bench outside the line for the white roller coaster with 3.56 inches of hairy butt crack revealed to the world. Classy.

I have a secret crush on Steve Carell... and Jessica Alba but thats beside the point

Saw the movie. HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT! The show was hilarious minus the obnoxious middle aged man who kept cackling openly at not funny parts. Someone needed to sedate him so I didn't have to. Everyone was thinking it. I should have done it.

Doozy of a day...

Some people have no concept of sarcasm and disinterest. While attempting to keep myself entertained at the office today I encountered a plethora of excuses to rid myself of all sanity. Exhibit A. I shall refer to him as Frank (merely because that is the first male name to pop into my head). Frank is a fairly frequent visitor for our branch. He is a 20 year old male from North Ogden (I know this information due to the small talk which we made during his transactions) who mows lawns with Hispanic men who he talks into ordering at Beto's for him. Somepoint during this transaction Frank started asking questions about me. Are you from around here? How old are you? Nothing too startling. Thats when it hit.

"Do you like your job?" Frank asked which I answered with an of course. "I come in here a lot. Just to see you." BAM! Didn't see that one coming. Immediately my brain turns into overload. I can see now where this is headed and I feel an extreme anxiety over my need to cut him off at the pass. Frank keeps asking questions.

"Do you have a boyfriend Amber?"
"No." Why can I not just be a liar this one time in my life... WHY I SAY!? Then out of no where I blurt out "Don't you have lawns to mow?" Oops.
"Yeah I do. See ya." Franks exits.

I kid you not; not even 3.64 minutes later in walks Frank. Bathroom break anyone? Don't mind if I do! I bend over to pick up my sign to close my window and right as I stand back up... BAM... there he is. No escape. He has another deposit. Coincidence? I think not. Frank then proceeds to recite the typical guy hits on girl conversation "We should go out sometime... blah blah blah" And before I know it numbers are splurting out of my mouth in an uncontrollable manner. Word vomit if you will. Pause... let me tell a short story within a story. One time a guy asked for my number and thinking I was clever I gave him the wrong number. Said guy then proceeded to call my number right then and there so I would "have his number too." I was busted and vowed never to do that again. Ok resume story.

Frank leaves a second time with my number... crap. All the while the girls at work are cackling and calling friends to explain the embarrasment I just endured. Boo. But it doesn't stop there. For anyone else it may have but not for Amber Jo. No sir. A few hours later another teller was helping a guy open a new account. Said guy was with his sister and I really didn't notice them. Sister had to leave before things were finished and upon exiting the branch, felt the need to stop and share the following information with me. "My brother thinks your hot." Wink. No shame.




Why is it that it's always the weird ones who come out and decide to make friendly? Why is it never the ones that I wish would ask? It's a curse I tell you and one that needs to be broken ASAP. All the girls the rest of the day threw out phrases like "I'm so glad I'm married." "I hated dating thank heavens I don't have to do it anymore." By all means rub it in for those of us who do indeed have to endure the cruelty. Boo to you all.

P.S and to top it all off the bloody deli got a new fountain drink machine which doesn't have a diet dr. pepper option... Ugh.

Please excuse my momentary lapse of happy...

Broken promises.

Nothing upsets me more than a broken promise. Being female I never had a chance when it came to emotions... lets face it; women are DRASTICALLY more emotional than men. I consider myself fairly good at controling sadness, let down, and anger for the most part (given I tend to slip a little on occasion); happiness I let roam free. If ever I am offended, which for the record is extremely rare, or hurt I hold my emotions in until at last I reach the safety of the darkness that surrounds me when I crawl into my unneccessarily large sanctuary of a bed. It is at this point of my day that I allow anything I held back that day to come out. For one reason or another tears have been frequent for the passed little while, whether it be frustration over an argument with mom, being let down after allowing myself to hope for what seems like a miracle, or merely a broken promise.

Tonight it was a broken promise.

Sometimes I feel like putting on a happy face is what my job is. I enjoy being happy and fun and entertaining, and for the most part I believe that is what people expect from me. There is however a part of me that longs for a hug. Just a simple meaningful hug without need of the wordiness of an explanation.

This post will make no sense to most of you, and to be quite frank the REAL reason of this post will never be understood to anyone but me and my tears. All you need to know, rather all you will find out seeing as need isn't really applicable to the knowledge you are about to receive, is that someone made me a promise. At the time the promise seemed irrelevant and trite. Yet as the week drones on, this promise, and the fact that I know without a shadow of a doubt that said promise will not be kept, breaks my already broken heart into microscopic pieces. Just let it go Amber... Let it go.

Pull over? What the...

Last night I about died.

Alex, Danielle, and I were on our way to a party up in the Valley. Alex decided she was hungry so we made a quick pit stop at the ever glamorous Arctic Circle... super. I sat in the drive through for an eternity (ok maybe only 20 minutes) to get what smelled like month old chicken on a bun and a bloody lime ricki. Upon leaving said drive through we made out way through the canyon.

We arrived at the party to find our definition of party was completely different than that of the guys who invited us. 3.47 minutes after pulling into said party we threw the car in reverse and bulleted back to normal-ville. Already ranting, I careened down the North Ogden Pass. As the little white specks representing lights from homes and businesses on our side of the mountain, a burning smell reached my nostrils.

My breaks were burning. I had been driving in second so as not to have to burn my breaks, and yet there I was assaulted by break stench. I shifted up into drive and immediately tried to tap my breaks. Nothing happened. Boo. My black heels slammed the break to the floor in an attempt to feel some sort of result to no avail. My breaks were gone. Super.

I called mom, not sure why I guess because I always do in an emergency, and she offered the best advice a brick could give. "Mom my breaks are completely out."

"Well I guess you should pull over then hon."
How on earth was I supposed to pull over and stop... I believe one would need breaks for that. I'm just sayin..

Anywho... We made it back to my house safely and after letting the car cool down I took it out for a test drive. Good news. My breaks are solid...

Cruelty at It's Finest

Dating is a cruel activity made to punish those who don't deserve it... blah. Sometimes I wonder why we put ourselves through the stream of ugly known as the dating scene. Full of let downs, over-expectations (which is redundant with the first point), and energy sucking activities, dating never ceases to bore me.

Even though we make claims that playing games isn't what we are about, EVERYONE inevitably finds themselve participating in them. What ever happened to good old fashioned dating. Boy picks up phone and calls girl to inquire about her weekened plans, sets a date he PLANNED IN ADVANCE, picks her up on said night of date (on time preferably), and everyone has a good time. Said date then ends with a commitment to another date or the understanding that it would never work out. Boo.

I went on a date and played air hockey at the skybox once. I am unbeatable (cough) at air hockey. Sorry guys... get over it. Henceforth I dominated my opponent all night long. Then said guy got fed up with my mad skills and chucked the puck at my head and claimed I had ripped out his man hood. I learned that night NEVER to let a guy win... it's much funnier to watch them snap. I also dominate bowling. Hmm... Boys still suck.

sT gEoRgE

St George was a freaking blast!! We drove down Wednesday morning after I got my permanent make up done (bless your heart and soul Tesha Thomas!) We stayed in Cedar City and all we did that night was go to dinner and watched Hairspray in the hotel! The next morning we woke up and went to my sister's soccer game. We then spent the rest of the day lounging by the pool getting a MUCH NEEDED tan. That night we Danielle and I met up with Mike Sanofsky and his roommates and partied it up at Colin Raye!! We went from not even supposed to being down on the grass because we weren't athletes to shoving our way passed security and fighting our way to the front row. Colin Raye and I held hands.. thats right be jealous he totally wanted me meanwhile Mike was flirting with overweight middleaged women and minors... super. Friday was SHOPPING DAY!! We woke up and headed to St George to shop... I am ashamed to say that I only spent 31.63 and I didn't buy ONE SINGLE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING... Blah! Saturday my sister played in the Bronze medal game for the tournament and ended up winning. We drove home Saturday afternoon and unfortunately I am now back to real life until this Thursday when I once again begin a small vacation. Watch out Mantai!

sT gEoRgE

Well... I'm off to St George for the summer games for the weekend to watch my sister play. Ok I won't lie I'm mainly going down with my friendd Danielle for little vacation and who better to bum a ride from then my mother!? I'll post pics when I get back! Miss you all already... well... sorta!

mY FaVoRiTe tHiNgS

#1- Milk Duds: eating milk duds takes an art. One must develop a talent for understanding how long to suck on the milk dud before trying to chew it henceforth avoiding sticky carmel that ends up stuck in your molars.

#2- Shopping: I don't care what its for, who it's with, where it is, or how much it costs... I love to be there and consider myself a professional spender.

#3- Traveling: Certain places are classic favorites like Lake Powell or Maui, but I am always much more excited to go somewhere I have never been. One of the places I hope to get to one day is Europe.

#4- Wakeboarding: I'm far from a professional, but I can handle my own on a board... put me on snow however and grab some popcorn because you are in for the best laugh of your life..

#5- Writing: poetry, short stories, essays, vignettes, or just my name... I love to write... I'm a freak I know but get over it, I have!

#6- Friends: I'm not sure how it happens but somehow I manage to snag the best friends right at a time in my life when I need them...

#7- The Yankees: don't hate... born and raised a New York fan and I will die one too!

#8- Softball: I love every aspect of the game... put me in coach!

This list will be updated when I feel like it... they will probably be random posts. Try and keep up.

$$$ wOrK $$$

I am dedicating this post to the ladies (and Cameron) at work. They make me laugh and get me through the day. All too often I don't think they understand how they lift me up. I can remember countless times when one of them has told me a story or made a comment that lifted me up right when I needed it and they never even know how they helped me out. Today was a day when I did lots of thinking about my life and I was kinda letting myself feel frustrated. One of the girls at work made a comment that very moment to me about our friendship and it made my whole day worthwhile. Thanks girls! You keep me going... oh yeah and Cam too... haha!

** ReCaP **

The past year has been very satisfying looking back at all thats happened. I finished my junior year and am hopefully set to graduate in the near future. I made some excellent decisions at work which led me to a lot of happiness that can't really be explained over a blog.

*~* DaNiElLe *~*

Danielle and Alex spent the night at my house and

Danielle didn't bring her "sleepover outfit" as Alex calls it. Most people would have said pajamas. She ended up in this ensemble and thought she was the hottest thing on the planet... need I say more?

*~* fRiEnDs *~*

These two lovely ladies keep my life running somewhat smoothly. Guys brought us together, but nothing will break us up! We decided to take a shopping trip over Memorial Day weekend down to the Gateway. We flirted with the waiter at California Pizza Kitchen, bought out almost the entire stock of Forever 21, ate carmel apples, and got in trouble for taking pictures in stores. Not a bad day.