Sweet hair. Ha.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Dedication to Austin
This post is dedicated to my brother Austin. He turned 8 this year and was baptized in October. He is quite the little spaz and all too often finds himself the brunt of our jokes around the house. I call him weasel. Austin never wants to grow up and has been known to ask mom if there is any way he could just stay a baby. Nerd. Mom is quite open with the idea that he is her favorite and is constantly telling the rest of us kids she loves him best. Super. Austin we really do all love you, contrary to what you may think. This kid has some serious dance moves. No one knows where he gets it but AJ can move his hips like no body's business. Austin and I have the same initials (AJA) which means we are the coolest in the family. Austin is also obssessed with doing "cats cradle" with a piece of string. Which reminds me, I need to go cut that thing up. It's driving me bonkers. Here's to you Austin!
Sweet hair. Ha.
Sweet hair. Ha.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Fall Festivities
Thanksgiving was fabulous as usual. The day began with a jog with mom at 9:30 am. After the jog I decided Kaylee needed to wake up, so I stealthily snuck into her bedroom and pounced on her. I curled Kaylee's hair and then got myself ready for the festivities. We arrived at Grandma and Grandpa Hadlock's around 1. We stuffed our faces, watched football, visited, and slept. Around 5:30 Dewy came over to grandma's to visit with the fam. He and I took our leave about 7ish and went to his house for his family shindig. They are crazy people those Tucketts, Hodges, and Reeves but they are oh so fun. We visited, played the name game (which I ALMOST won... boo), snacked, and harrassed each other. It was fantastic. 
Everyone has their own Thanksgiving traditions that make their holiday a little more personal. For my family a big thing is grandma's rolls. While Grandma and Grandpa were on their mission in Jamaica Aunt Vicki tried to make the rolls, and by no fault of her own, they just weren't the same. I'm almost positive she has a secret she isn't telling us as far as the recipe goes. I'll get it out of her on her death bed. Mark my words. 
Nick licked that turkey leg clean. No lie. He ripped that thing right off the bird and devoured it. Super. 
Say hello to my dad's side... well... some of them anyway. This is about 1/3 of the Allen/Hadlock/Clark clan.
Who can make a Thanksgiving post without a picture of a turkey? Please pay special attention to the turkey leg... or lack thereof. Refer to the picture of Nick for explanation. Also, ignore the yams in the top righthand corner. I tried to hide them. Yams are gross. Hope everyone's Thanksgiving was awesome!
Everyone has their own Thanksgiving traditions that make their holiday a little more personal. For my family a big thing is grandma's rolls. While Grandma and Grandpa were on their mission in Jamaica Aunt Vicki tried to make the rolls, and by no fault of her own, they just weren't the same. I'm almost positive she has a secret she isn't telling us as far as the recipe goes. I'll get it out of her on her death bed. Mark my words. 
Nick licked that turkey leg clean. No lie. He ripped that thing right off the bird and devoured it. Super. 
Say hello to my dad's side... well... some of them anyway. This is about 1/3 of the Allen/Hadlock/Clark clan.
Who can make a Thanksgiving post without a picture of a turkey? Please pay special attention to the turkey leg... or lack thereof. Refer to the picture of Nick for explanation. Also, ignore the yams in the top righthand corner. I tried to hide them. Yams are gross. Hope everyone's Thanksgiving was awesome!
Monday, November 24, 2008
B-Y...Who??
My Utes were victorious. Like there was even a question about it. Lets be real. Dewy about cried his eyes out secretly, but he was quite the gracious loser at AFCU bonus night as was Jace. In turn, Alex and I were gracious winners as well. We had a good time at bonus night. Give me a hot dog and I'm a happy girl. Yum. 
We went to bonus night, missed Alex winning Jazz tickets (tee hee hee), played momentarily at Gateway, ate ice cream and Neilson's Custard and ended the night with Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Dewy fell asleep. He twitches. Ha.
We went to bonus night, missed Alex winning Jazz tickets (tee hee hee), played momentarily at Gateway, ate ice cream and Neilson's Custard and ended the night with Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Dewy fell asleep. He twitches. Ha.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Who needs a knight in shiny armor...
...when you got a vampire in a shiny volvo??Lets be real here people. I live for Twilight, however I do have enough dignity NOT to show up to the midnight premire in my old prom dress nor did I dress like a vampire. I simply wore sweats and my new T shirt compliments of Miss Hodges. We had a fantastic time piling 8 in our van and rubbing shoulders with other Stephanie Meyer fans at the Junction Thursday at midnight. The show was stupendous and I highly recommend it to everyone... even if you haven't read the book. Mrs. Edward Cullen. I like it. 
I'm sorry Alex... I had to. This is my very favorite picture of all time. Alex is gorgeous.
Mom and I. Not to worry she is only driving. I practically sat in her lap. Awesome.
I'm the original. He wants me.
We all had a blast! I'm counting the minutes until the second movie is out... hurry it up please.
I'm sorry Alex... I had to. This is my very favorite picture of all time. Alex is gorgeous.
Mom and I. Not to worry she is only driving. I practically sat in her lap. Awesome.
I'm the original. He wants me.
We all had a blast! I'm counting the minutes until the second movie is out... hurry it up please.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Interview
I am officially scheduled to interview with CES for a position as a paid EFY counselor. Pray for me. I'm nervous.
The Dodgeball Champion...
... is NOT me. Boo. I'm going to kill little miss mint green capris and little miss purple pride in the night. Maybe I'll light them on fire... I'm super gracious. Have no fear.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Winner/Loser
Sundays are one of my most favorite days. One of the reasons being it is the only day of the week I get to play Winner/Loser. The game goes as follows:
Mom and I wake up and head to the kitchen. We bust open the Sunday paper and grab the LIFE section. Opening to about the second to last page or so we discover the wedding announcements. This is where the game beings. We carefully consider each couple. The better looking of the two is named the loser. This being because they married beneath them if you will. The lesser of the attractive is said to be the winner. On occasion you find a couple who are both winners and you are happy they found each other, however most of the time there is a definite Winner and a definite Loser. Try it. Its fun.
Mom and I wake up and head to the kitchen. We bust open the Sunday paper and grab the LIFE section. Opening to about the second to last page or so we discover the wedding announcements. This is where the game beings. We carefully consider each couple. The better looking of the two is named the loser. This being because they married beneath them if you will. The lesser of the attractive is said to be the winner. On occasion you find a couple who are both winners and you are happy they found each other, however most of the time there is a definite Winner and a definite Loser. Try it. Its fun.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Cowboy Up
Tonight my friends decided they wanted to ride a bull. A real one. That bucks. Weird.
Danielle and I went to the Golden Spike Arena tonight to watch our friends Mike, Nate, and Matt in their bull riding debut. I'm not sure why Mike believes himself to be a "real" cowboy because it takes more than a love for George Strait and a good pair of Wranglers to qualify but he seems to be well on his way with a ride of .6 seconds. I'm almost positive Mike was the brains behind the operation, here nor there however, all three rode and we were so proud. Matt high tailed it right out of the arena after about .3 seconds. Nate had a good ride, but was knocked off after about .7 seconds.
Ride them Cowboy!
We were terribly worried about them.
After their match with danger, we went to Subway for some grub. Matt proceeded to mock the way us "northerners" spoke, because apparently the dialect is WAY different than it is in Orem. Whatev.
Also. Many of you may remember a post I made a while back about the classy individuals I saw at my first rodeo on July 24 (I say that out of sheer arrogance.. like none of you have anything better to do than memorize my blog). Welp, I am happy to say even at a mere bull riding event like tonight there were still exceptionally classy individuals. Love it.
Danielle and I went to the Golden Spike Arena tonight to watch our friends Mike, Nate, and Matt in their bull riding debut. I'm not sure why Mike believes himself to be a "real" cowboy because it takes more than a love for George Strait and a good pair of Wranglers to qualify but he seems to be well on his way with a ride of .6 seconds. I'm almost positive Mike was the brains behind the operation, here nor there however, all three rode and we were so proud. Matt high tailed it right out of the arena after about .3 seconds. Nate had a good ride, but was knocked off after about .7 seconds.
Ride them Cowboy!
We were terribly worried about them.After their match with danger, we went to Subway for some grub. Matt proceeded to mock the way us "northerners" spoke, because apparently the dialect is WAY different than it is in Orem. Whatev.
Also. Many of you may remember a post I made a while back about the classy individuals I saw at my first rodeo on July 24 (I say that out of sheer arrogance.. like none of you have anything better to do than memorize my blog). Welp, I am happy to say even at a mere bull riding event like tonight there were still exceptionally classy individuals. Love it.
Monday, November 10, 2008
A weekend in "Happy Valley"
Saturday night after work I took a little trip to Provo to visit my long lost friend Makelle. When I arrived, Mike and Matt came and picked us up for a date. Mike and Makelle were on a blind date, as was Matt and I. The evening started with a place called Velour. The place is a safe haven for local bands and college kids to spend a not so quiet night. The entertainment was pretty great. Following Velour we went to Wal Mart and bought things to make crapes. While there, Matt proceeded to entertain not only us, but the entire population of Wal Mart. He succeeded in frightening a man who dared try and snatch the last carton of strawberries, scolding a hispanic woman for staring at Makelle who was riding in a wheelchair so Mike looked like a saint taking out a handicap, and infuriating a Wal Mart assosiate who watched him throw packages of socks at me. Super. Needless to say I spent the entire escapade laughing. 
After almost getting kicked out of the store we headed over to the boys apartment to make our treat. We stayed for quite a while and had a good time. Matt thought he would be comical and randomly knock me to the floor and try and wrestle. "This is a half-nelson" he says-- "This is a full nelson" he says. "This is my elbow smacking your nose" I said only slightly annoyed. Who rubs their blind date's face into the carpet? Sheesh. By the end of the night however HE was the one with bruises. I'm vicious. I blame dodgeball.
The next day was the Sabbath and as such Makelle and I hit the institute building for some spiritual development. Normally one who despises the singles ward scene, I was rather impressed with the lessons (there weren't any lookers so get that idea out of your head). After church we went back to Makelle's and with some friends made dinner. It was stupendous and I realized that if I tried to live on my own right now chances are very good I would starve.
The weekend was fun and it was great to see Makelle. Maybe one day I'll be a big kid and move out... or maybe not.
After almost getting kicked out of the store we headed over to the boys apartment to make our treat. We stayed for quite a while and had a good time. Matt thought he would be comical and randomly knock me to the floor and try and wrestle. "This is a half-nelson" he says-- "This is a full nelson" he says. "This is my elbow smacking your nose" I said only slightly annoyed. Who rubs their blind date's face into the carpet? Sheesh. By the end of the night however HE was the one with bruises. I'm vicious. I blame dodgeball. The next day was the Sabbath and as such Makelle and I hit the institute building for some spiritual development. Normally one who despises the singles ward scene, I was rather impressed with the lessons (there weren't any lookers so get that idea out of your head). After church we went back to Makelle's and with some friends made dinner. It was stupendous and I realized that if I tried to live on my own right now chances are very good I would starve.
The weekend was fun and it was great to see Makelle. Maybe one day I'll be a big kid and move out... or maybe not.
Friday, November 7, 2008
The new do
Welp... Looks like my hair is gone. I absolutely love the cut (which may I add is the work of the amazing Tesha Thomas who I adore) I'm a little worried I can't pull it off but I still love the cut. If I can't pull it off... well... You will get over it I'm sure. Right after the first big snip Tesha handed me the lock of hair she had chopped and I about had a panic attack. It sat in my lap through the entire haircut taunting me but in the end, I prevailed and basically I look fantastic. Thanks Tesh!
Please feel free to let me know what you think!
Please feel free to let me know what you think!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Introducing...
Dewy Hodges. He isn't too thrilled (he practically thru a tantrum) with the picture I posted of us on here because he thinks he looks funny soooo.... Making his new debut on the blog please meet and welcome Dewy:
To clarify some questions I rather enjoy spending lots and lots of time with him. We are dating, however not exclusively, and don't tell him but I'm really only using him for his HD TV big screen for Jazz season.
To clarify some questions I rather enjoy spending lots and lots of time with him. We are dating, however not exclusively, and don't tell him but I'm really only using him for his HD TV big screen for Jazz season.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Professor Bin Laden??
I have mentioned a professor before a few posts back that feels it his God-given mission to mock me at every turn. This man is a superb instructor, writer, and individual however there is one thing about the man that keeps me distracted in every class. He looks like a blasted terrorist.
This man is adventurous and spent his summer in Africa hunting alligators and in the mountains on the border or Russia simply to write a story for a magazine. He was in said mountains when Russia invaded Georgia, and the Russian Army discovered the party he was with while flying over the mountain range. They sent troops in to, I kid you not, capture Osama Bin Laden. The Soviets thought the infamous leader was having a camping trip in their mountains--little did they know the man they feared was merely an absent minded professor at Weber State University.
Today in class I busted out my camera phone while said professor was conversing with another student, and snapped a picture of his appearance. Keep in mind he just got a hair cut and trimmed his beard, but the resemblence is still there. Behold: Professor Bin Laden.
P.S He has no idea I took this picture. Oops.
This man is adventurous and spent his summer in Africa hunting alligators and in the mountains on the border or Russia simply to write a story for a magazine. He was in said mountains when Russia invaded Georgia, and the Russian Army discovered the party he was with while flying over the mountain range. They sent troops in to, I kid you not, capture Osama Bin Laden. The Soviets thought the infamous leader was having a camping trip in their mountains--little did they know the man they feared was merely an absent minded professor at Weber State University.
Today in class I busted out my camera phone while said professor was conversing with another student, and snapped a picture of his appearance. Keep in mind he just got a hair cut and trimmed his beard, but the resemblence is still there. Behold: Professor Bin Laden.
P.S He has no idea I took this picture. Oops.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Good news
I am in the process of no longer being broken. This medicine and neck stretching stuff seems to be working. Thats all.
Smooth Move
Welp. I am officially a Sped (which means special ed according to the Hodges family).
As a little bit of background for this event you must understand that I play dodgeball every Monday night. Tonights game was a late one: 11:00 pm. I decided I wanted to leave a little surprise note on a certain individuals car for him to find when he went to work the next morning, so I left my house early to deliver said note before my game. I arrived at this person's residence, hopped out of my car (I left it running), and ran to his car sliding the note in the handle of the drivers side door. Quite pleased with myself, I jolted back to my running car only to discover my door locked. Super. My key taunted me from the ignition, as did my cell phone from the passenger's seat. There I was in the freezing rain, locked out of my car, late for a dodgeball game, and about to blow my surprise. The entire house was dark except for the light of the television flickering through the windows so I quietly knocked on the front door. Tail between my legs, I begged for help to break into my car. My secret was blown, I was made fun of, and it took an hour to break in to the car. We looked like fools. I missed my dodgeball game. So much for smooth.
As a little bit of background for this event you must understand that I play dodgeball every Monday night. Tonights game was a late one: 11:00 pm. I decided I wanted to leave a little surprise note on a certain individuals car for him to find when he went to work the next morning, so I left my house early to deliver said note before my game. I arrived at this person's residence, hopped out of my car (I left it running), and ran to his car sliding the note in the handle of the drivers side door. Quite pleased with myself, I jolted back to my running car only to discover my door locked. Super. My key taunted me from the ignition, as did my cell phone from the passenger's seat. There I was in the freezing rain, locked out of my car, late for a dodgeball game, and about to blow my surprise. The entire house was dark except for the light of the television flickering through the windows so I quietly knocked on the front door. Tail between my legs, I begged for help to break into my car. My secret was blown, I was made fun of, and it took an hour to break in to the car. We looked like fools. I missed my dodgeball game. So much for smooth.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Saturday Shenanigans
Ever had one of those days where you feel like you can't catch up? Me neither.
Today has been a non-stop run around since seven this morning. Yes I said it, 7:00 am on a Saturday. Gross. The day began with the treck back from Provo aka Happy Valley. The journey came to an end at the Harrisville stake center for Austin's baptism. Following the baptism was the family food-fest. After the smorgasbord we changed clothes and hit Crystle Leaf photo studio for family pictures. As a sidenote while I was getting ready for pictures I ran out of root boost. It was traumatic. Now back on track, after pictures we went to Layton to hang with our family friends the Macrums. I got to play fifth wheel, which may I add is my favorite game. Mom and dad and the Macrum mom and dad (aka Mike and Alane) and I went to Tepanyaki for dinner. Yum. Following dinner was a splendid evening of college football and the Utah Jazz. Here are the pics:
Nick got to baptize Austin. It was actually really cool and I am proud of both of them.
This is my grandma who I love and adore and was gracious enough to let me snap some pictures of her.
What a champ to endure the crazy family. 
Family picture time! Boys needed a lot of help when it came to poses. 
Kaylee and I got bored waiting for the boys to finish up.
It was a great day and I was lucky enough to have the day off so as to be able to enjoy every minute. I just love my family. They are the best family around. Hands down.
Today has been a non-stop run around since seven this morning. Yes I said it, 7:00 am on a Saturday. Gross. The day began with the treck back from Provo aka Happy Valley. The journey came to an end at the Harrisville stake center for Austin's baptism. Following the baptism was the family food-fest. After the smorgasbord we changed clothes and hit Crystle Leaf photo studio for family pictures. As a sidenote while I was getting ready for pictures I ran out of root boost. It was traumatic. Now back on track, after pictures we went to Layton to hang with our family friends the Macrums. I got to play fifth wheel, which may I add is my favorite game. Mom and dad and the Macrum mom and dad (aka Mike and Alane) and I went to Tepanyaki for dinner. Yum. Following dinner was a splendid evening of college football and the Utah Jazz. Here are the pics:
Nick got to baptize Austin. It was actually really cool and I am proud of both of them.
This is my grandma who I love and adore and was gracious enough to let me snap some pictures of her.
What a champ to endure the crazy family. 
Family picture time! Boys needed a lot of help when it came to poses. 
Kaylee and I got bored waiting for the boys to finish up.It was a great day and I was lucky enough to have the day off so as to be able to enjoy every minute. I just love my family. They are the best family around. Hands down.
