Hair today, gone tomorrow

I'm not sure when the decision was made, however, tonight Danielle got a mini makeover right in her kitchen. Alex was the determined artist, and I the talented photographer and documentor of said event. The object: color and cut Danielle's hair and DON'T screw it up. Here goes:
The three of us getting geared up for the adventure. Ready, Set, COLOR!
Here is Alex performing her mgaic... Notice the horrified look on my face. Do not be alarmed. Danielle is merely stradling my chair and about to fall off which would probably tip me over and one of us would be considerably maimed. No big.

Best blessing of the day... possibly life.

I have recently discovered the miraculous workings of the Tide "to-go" pen. It may have changed my testimony. I hearby swear to the validity of the strength of said pen and its abilities to remove ANY unwanted spot. I haven't tried everything, but I have had successes with the following pesty stains: ketchup, pen, mud, ink from a stamp, sauce I dipped potato logs in, blood, and other things I can't remember. My aunt Vicki asked about wine stains. Couldn't tell ya, I don't spill it haha... Joke.

My Everything

Say hello to the woman who has taught me just about everything I know. I was doing a different post and my mom made the comment that she is no where on my blog and I realized how ridiculous that a person so big a part of me isn't represented on the website of my life. Wierd. She is my anchor, my counselor, my humbler, and the brunt of most my jokes. She understands my mood swings and tells me how ridiculous my plans are. She makes me laugh and we have so many inside jokes I could write a book. Some of my favorite moments are when we are home alone together, out to lunch together, or on trips. We wrestle, call each other names, and pretend to mad at each other. In all reality I would be nothing without her, and she would have NO fun kids without me. Love you mom! This is where I get my famous "Whatever you loser" look.
This is Mom rockin out to Miley Cyrus. Super.

Dissed and Dismissed

This one time I was supposed to go on a blind date. Monday I met him ironically and Friday is our date. Mysteriously Tuesday he made other plans for Friday. Interesting that it happened AFTER he met me. Ouch. Who wouldn't want a date with this hottie? Honestly.

Wrongly Accused

It has been brought to my attention that my eyes sparkle and I tend to bat my eyelashes anytime the male species is around. This I am proud to say is FALSE. I have been accused of encouraging UNWANTED attention from a few UNDESIRABLE folks. I hereby plead not guilty to these accusations and furthermore, I have backup to my defenses. Ally will verify that I DO NOT always flirt when flirted with, nor am I even tactful in my rejections of said flirters. "Don't you have lawns to mow?" Not always the classiest way to excuse a suitor. Oops. Take that Angela. And tell Gracie I have her back.

Late night

Last night consisted of Danielle and Kaylee (my sister) and I doing nothing on my bedroom floor. We took pics. Freaks. This is what happens when you eat 3 pieces of Texas Sheet Cake at 11 pm after a day of reverence. All of a sudden SugarRay is blasting from Itunes and we can't stop laughing because Danielle fell up the stairs. I cannot be accountable for my actions when they are around.

I am fully aware that my arm looks like sasquatch. And that I have 12 chins. You wouldn't look your best either if Danielle's shin had been smacking you in the nose. Cripes.

Girl's day? Don't mind if I do

Today I took Danielle out and we celebrated her birthday. It was lots of fun and I'm basically the best friend EVER. We met up with Alex for lunch at Rumbi grill (yumm...) then hit the Riverdale Wal Mart (don't knock it til you try it) for Manicures and Pedicures which were divine. A little slice of heaven. Not kidding. Here are some pics to document the outing:



I just really love this bottom picture of us. Not sure why. Maybe its the lighting. Or maybe its that we are SO good looking. Here nor there really...

Romeo, Romeo, Where for art thou Romeo??

Oh thats right... you're nonexistant. My bad.

I am done dating. Boo to all of it. Please allow me to indulge in self service and whining momentarily. Should this bother you... well... get over it or find another blog.

Why is it the guys I like don't like me and the ones who DO like me are persistant creeps? More often than not however I find a guy I like who turns into a persistant creep anyway. Recent discoveries have led me to believe that the majority of the male species are inconsiderate, heartless, fools. Not all, just most. I don't care how good his intentions or how much of his behavior is "my fault" I can only say sorry so many times and make requests of your behavior so often. I am officially through with being unappreciated. I would consider myself a fairly decent catch. Bust out the glove champ!

Oh I rode the front runner for the first time last night. It was pretty sweet.

Girls rule, boys drool.

Thoughts For Today

Often times I wonder what is going on with my existence. Honestly. I go to school; I go to work; I go on dates. It all seems so monotonous and I feel somewhat malnourished when it comes to the "spontaneous" catagory. And yet, when strange occurences cross my path I discover myself practically begging for normalcy. At this exact moment I feel that NOTHING is better than a normal day. I consider myself a prime example of human nature. Always desiring that which is just out of my grasp, never satisfied. More often than not I consider myself to be optimistic, however on a day like today pessimism gets the best of me and my 'half full' mentality drops to 'half empty.' Don't ask me why; it merely happens.

I realized today that I focus on all the wrong aspects. What is the benefit in stressing myself over the variables I cannot control? Wouldn't it make more sense to perfect the things I CAN perfect rather than worry about the rest? I have committed myself to fixing the characteristic flaws I possess and solely worrying about MY responsibilities. I have a feeling I will discover myself to be much happier. These pictures below are SOLELY there to help Miss Maddee Jo understand this post because apparently I use too large of diction (which means vocabulary and word choice Maddee haha...) to be well understood :D To put it simply: they made me laugh.

Hypocritical Humor

I have decided there is something I find funny about people apologizing for late posts. Maybe I'm the only one who does it, though I have seen it once or twice or twenty times on other blogs, but I find it self absorbed when I read the phrase "Sorry this post took so long" or "I promise I'll do better to keep this current" and like phrases. Like anyone is honestly thriving through my blog. What kind of egotistical bloke believes anyone cares that you haven't posted about an experience from last week? Last I checked, if people don't update their blogs I quit going and readging them. Period.

TAGGED

I got tagged by Lauren... here goes nothin!

The Rules:-Link the Person who Tagged you- Mention rules on your blog- Tell about 6 quirks of yours- Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same- Leave a comment to let them know.

I tag Angela, Tiffo, Emily, Maddee, Stephanie Hicken, and Jordan

Amber Quirks:


1- I am obssessed with the flavor of Orange. I love orange tic tacs and orange life saver mints mainly but even if I'm at a snowie shack I always get the orange pineapple flavor. I don't know what it is about orange but I'm hooked.

2- I talk to myself. I can honestly carry on the most fasinating conversation with me. I find myself to be very intriguing and brilliant. I could talk to myself for hours and not even realize I'm doing it. The best is when I talk to myself I use lots of movement like moving my hands and intense facial expressions. I know I know... I'm a freak.

3-I HAVE to have my closet color coordinated. I have obsessive compulsive I swear it. I sort clothes by color, then within each color I line the clothes up from lightest in that color to darkest, then I sort by style like long sleeves and short sleeves.

4- I cannot cry in movies. Maybe I'm a heartless wretch, but I find in even the saddest of films I am dry-eyed. Notebook, Charlie, Church movies, nothin.. I did get tears in my eyes during 'PS I Love You' but no tears fell.

5- I have a set routine in the morning and if one single thing is thrown off my whole day is practically ruined. I get up, shower, and before getting dressed put on makeup (also in a set routine), then its turn on ITUNES and jam while I blow dry my hair (also in a set routine), then flat iron the right side, then left side, then the back. Following which I brush my teeth, get dressed (always shirt first and jewelry last) grab my bag, and head out the door. It requires exactly 23 minutes.

6- Lastly, I am a time waster. I can sit for an hour and stare at my closet or the ceiling at night thinking about nothing, doing nothing, merely wasting time I should be using to get ready for bed. I can lay on the couch and stare at the television without turning it on for extended periods of time or even sit and the computer and stare at the monitor while I should be doing homework. I don't even realize I'm doing it until some time has passed and I realize I have been sitting and doing absolutely nothing.

There is just a little more amo for you all to mock me... haha.

Just an average Friday night...

Friday night was the blessed event of the father's and son's outing in out stake. This meant Friday night was GIRLS NIGHT! Kaylee, being the naive, unappreciative, adolesent that she is, ditched out on us. Mom, Danielle, and I had a fabulous time. The evening started with dinner at the Italian restaurant on Washington Blvd called "Boccias", following which we rented a flick and grabbed what mom called "a few things" (in reality her entire cart was overflowing) from Lee's Market. We ran into Angela there... Completely irrelevant. The best part was when we got home.

Our family has a motor scooter. Danielle and I decided to take it for a spin while mom put groceries away. I have never felt like a bigger retard. Not kidding. I fell over on the dumb thing, killed it a couple times, and had cars honking at me to get out of the way. Awesome. Documented proof that scooters are not for everyone:

We look semi normal as we tried to ride the tiny thing together... and then...

I'm pretty sure Danielle was freaking out because she thought we were going to hit the curb. Good thing we were like twenty three miles away from any curb.

Boo for Pepto

Welp today I made a fool of myself. Again.

It was 8:57 am and I was tired, sick, and just about late for class. Trudging through the A2 parking lot I popped my ear buds in for my Ipod (which I believe to be a little slice of heaven) and started rocking out to I don't remember what. It's all irrelevant really. Anyway, I was walking along, probably texting someone important, when all of a sudden a frickin' huge Peptobismol bottle jumped out of no where. No lie. This was a brand new 2 liter bottle I swear it to you and it came out of no where and somehow ended up right under my black Old Navy flip flop. Needless to say the battle between me and the bottle didn't last long and I was the loser. I tripped, squealed like a 4 year old girl, and tried my hardest to hold on to at least a shred of my dignity. It's not the first time I have done something asinine and it won't be the last.

The Gals

Danielle and I miss our friend Alex. She discovered boys and we haven't seen her since. However we did manage to all get to go to lunch together Monday over the holiday. Miss you my friend. Come back to us!



P.S. We definitely sat in that booth at Goodwood BBQ in Riverdale for like 3 hours taking pictures I swear. People thought we were creeps. Cripes. Good thing we don't care.

Better late than never

I need to make a post to recap a few passed events. First and foremost Jack Johnson: About three weeks ago the gang went down to USANA to see our beloved Jack Johnson play his songs about banana pancakes and wondering where'd all the good people go. If you don't know who Jack is... find out. It will be the best discovery of your life. Anyways... Jack was grand as was to be expected. Got mondo blisters though that night from new shoes. Yipes. Here are a few pictures not to worry there were only like 20 of us:





Also, went on a date this week that was pretty fun. We went to SLC and hit the Clark Planetarium then ate at Z Tejas. At the planetarium we saw this 3D movie about going to space. It was cute and was a cartoon with little flies as characters. Ha wierd... After that we played air hockey and ping pong which I totally rock at. Not to worry my winning streak is still in tact. Here are some pics to recap this blessed event:





Sorry it took so long. I'll do better I promise.

Who showers? I mean really...

Everytime I swallow I feel like an enormous pitch fork is running its rusty prongs up and down my throat. Cripes. Today I woke up, ate some frosted flakes (with extra sugar of course), did some homework (just to feel productive), and fell back asleep for 3 hours. I didn't shower for the day until five. Super. I love being sick. Probably my favorite thing. I'm pretty sure I look super classy. Be jealous. No make up, sweats, glasses. Doesn't get much better.

Sidenote

I feel like garbage... I'm pretty sure I am getting the flu. Yuck. Thank you school, and work, and homework, and stress.

A couple things..

First and foremost: I NEED TO MOVE AWAY TO SCHOOL.

I have decided to blame my uneventful social calendar on the fact that I go to an antisocial school. This fact was brought to the forefront of my attention this weekend. I took an overnighter this lovely holiday and stayed with my friend Makelle. Makelle lives close to her college so I thought it would be fun to take her up on her offer of spending the night at her place. I hadn't even made it out of the car and into the house before I was stopped by a racy white mustang full of members of the opposite sex. Splendid. We became friends. Needless to say, in the 24 hours I spent with Makelle I met double the amount of people I have met at Weber State. Boo.

Secondly: I LOVE FOUR WHEELING.

Last night I went on a wonderful date. We went four wheeling up to Inspiration Point on top of Ben Lomond and watched the sun set. It was a blast. Royally freezing but still a blast. I was also given a little slice of heaven known as the Mighty Kids Meal from MacDonald's. LOVE IT.

Lastly: I HAVE GOT TO FIND SOME BETTER SNACKS.

I mentioned in an earlier post that I live off Chocolate Chunk Chewy Granola bars at school. This snack has unfortunately become monotonous and therefore needs a little pizazz. Any ideas on scrumptious easy to conceal snack foods would be much appreciated.. Oh and keep in mind I'm a college student and many of you know where I work. Keep it cheap.