Friday, December 19, 2008

6 Ways to Spread Christmas cheer:

1. Massage lots of Christmas ornaments.















2. Decorate the brother with tinsel.















3. Do a Christmas tree interpetive dance.












4. Drink lots of Mexican coke.














5. Play in a Christmas tree box.










6. Oh ya, and decorate the Christmas tree.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Tyra Banks wants to be Oprah and Oprah wants to be God.

Tyra wishes she was Oprah. She will scream out like Oprah does or try to do the Oprah profound moments on her talk show, but she is not Oprah. Do you know Tyra banks is afraid of Dolphins (look at minute 4 of this video). Oprah isn't afraid of Dolphins, so there is no way Tyra will ever become Oprah.



Do you remember when Oprah gave Brittany
Spears permission to have sex before marriage...who does she think she is ? This was back in the day when Brittany was claiming she was a virgin and was waiting for marriage.Then Oprah gave her permission to have sex and we all know how that turned out!

Or how about the time when she interviewed Tom Cruise at his Ranch and she blessed him and his family! What!? Who knew a talk show host had the power to bless people....See! I told you she wants to be God.

One thing I will say about both of them, they are both CRAZY! The proof is in the pudding. Look at these pics:








Saturday, November 15, 2008

My Dad

This is a hard post, but I finally feel like it is time
to share this with my blog friends.
I started this post awhile ago, but I kept feeling like something was missing. I have been scrummaging through letters from my dad, photographs and trying to find anything in my journal entries about him. It seems like I am trying to hold on to every piece of him that I can, so it feel less like he is gone and also so I don't forget the memories I have left of him. But still as I filled this post with memories I felt something was missing. And after watching General Conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints a month ago, I realized what this post was missing: Hope.

My dad passed away on July 29th, 2008. We found out at the beginning of June that he had Pancreatic cancer, so it all happened pretty fast. I went home when I first found out about it for about a week, and then once again the week before he died. That was a hard week. There is a line in a Death Cab for Cutie song that says "Love is watching someone die." I couldn't have said it better.

I find myself thinking about my dad a lot. I miss him terribly. I often wish I had had more time with him, or that I would have taken more advantage of his great wisdom. But instead of using this post to discuss how much I wish I could still see him and hug him again or how much my heart aches daily as I miss him, I just want to share a few of my favorite memories of my dad. And pay tribute to him. As my brother-in-law stated at the funeral, one word to describe my dad was: selfless. All that he did through out our lives for my siblings, my mom and I was with out a single thought for himself. Often he worked long hours just to make sure we had food on our table. Even towards the end of his life, when he was not feeling well he would still get up at the crack of dawn to work through the pain, because he loved us. In the book The Measure of a Man: A Spiritual Autobiography by Sydney Poitier it says:"Of all my father's teachings, the most enduring was the one about the true measure of a man. That true measure was how well he provided for his children." (pg. 100)My dad measured up.

In the early hours of the morning on that dreadful Tuesday my mom, my siblings and I gathered around my father's hospital bed (which was in the living room). We sobbed and hugged each other. We sat in silence for quite sometime. There is almost a reverence to this time of death. It is somewhat similar to birth in that we feel a bit closer to the veil.

I kept looking at my dad's chest thinking it was going to rise and that he was just sleeping. Finally after a time of silence my oldest sister Sunnie suggested we all share favorite memories of our dad. So the stories rolled off our tongues and soon our tears were turned to laughter. My dad wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I am sure he was there with us laughing through the tears.

We all expressed how we all knew that dad loved us and always wanted us around. There was never a doubt that he loved us. As little kids my dad was the best dad a little kid could have. He was always playing with us. When he would get home from work each night, we would all excitedly drop everything we were doing and run to greet him. I remember jumping off the sides of the couch to jump into his arms. Our dad would tickle us, turn us upside down to walk on the ceiling, play outside with us, teach us, sleep under the stars with us and so much more. He was our best friend. All this time he spent with us as little kids will be something we will all cherish forever.

Some of my favorite moments with my dad in the past few years have been when my whole family was together and we would all get talking and laughing. Usually these moments would happen on Sundays when my dad would make the best meal we had ever tasted. He was an amazing cook. We would all be talking and my dad would tell funny stories from his childhood or other moments in his life along with the rest of us and we would all just laugh together. I remember when he was telling a story about some kids spilling sacrament cups all over the place when he was little and he started laughing hysterically. I loved it when my dad would laugh so hard that his laugh would get high pitched. I miss his laugh.

My dad was wise.Not only was he a walking encyclopedia. He also had the wisdom to know what to say when things were hard. He was great at giving advice. In fact I am pretty sure he thrived on opportunities to share his wisdom with his children. At a moment when I was feeling homesick after moving to Vegas a couple years ago he comforted me over the phone by reminding me that he loved me and that everyone missed me. I felt left out as my family all had their Sunday dinners together with out me, so that is just what I needed to hear at the time. He would always say "It isn't the same with out you here" and try to convince me to move back. He was good at making me feel loved.

One of my last conversations with my dad, when he was still coherent enough to form full sentences that made sense, he said a few things that have stuck with me. He let me know he was so proud of all of us kids. And he said " I know in whom I have trusted. He has never let me down before. If it is His will for me to die, then subsequently it is mine too." This statement gives me the courage to keep going in the midst of all the heartache of missing him. I love my dad. The last thing he said to me was "I love you buggy" and I knew he meant it.

I am not going to pretend this hasn't been the hardest months of my life, but I will say there has always been hope. Even if it was just a small glimmer of hope, there was hope. There have been moments when I wondered if the darkness would ever end, but in the midst of winter I have found an invincible summer.Christ is that hope. He is that light when everything seems dark. No matter how lonely I have felt the Savior, Heavenly Father and the Holy ghost have not abandoned me. I have hope. I have hope that we will see each other again. I have hope that my dad is still taking care of me and my family. He is a ministering angel still in our lives. He told my little brother Vinnie just before he died "A cowboys job is never done." He is still loving us and protecting us just as he did when he was on this earth. I think of that excitement we felt when my dad would come home from work when we were little and we would all run to greet him. And how much more excited we will be in the future when we run to greet him. I hope that I can learn to be as selfless as he was. I hope that in times things will get easier. I hope for good things to come. Against all hope I believe in hope.

*Note: I am a little nervous because this post is a little more personal then the ones I normally write, but I hope it may be encouraging to anyone who might be struggling in any way.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Elementary Scandal

You know those little hand clapping games you did in elementary school, they still do them. I had the little girls repeat to me the words to the one they were doing today at recess and I had to laugh:


Mailman, Mailman,

Do your duty

Here comes the woman

with the African Booty.

She does the Pom Pom (with a nice action).

She does the twist (another action)

But mostly she goes

Kiss-Kiss (while placing to fingers on lips and kissing)

K-I-S-S (while spreading their legs farther and farther apart on each letter to do the splits).
This seemed a little scandalous, but then I remembered some of the ones we used to sing. Do you remember When Pebbles was a School Girl (also sung as Suzy or Lucy). At the end we would sing "Mrs. Pebbles had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell. The steamboat went to heaven, and Mrs. Pebbles went to hell-o operator give me number nine and if you disconnect me I will kick you in the behind the refrigerator there was a piece of glass and miss pebbles sat upon it an broke her fat as-k me no more questions I will tell you no more lies. The boys are in the bathroom zipping up their flies." What are some of your favorite childhood hand clapping games you played?

Monday, October 27, 2008

So....I might have eloped this weekend...


Trying to plan a wedding and a reception is such a headache especially with all of that paparazzi on your tail, so we decided to skip all that garbage and went straight for the chapel of love. According to George's rep we are really happy together.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

All Things Pumpkin

I would like to take credit for making up this holiday, but I am no Seth Cohen, the credit belongs to my roommate Mindy. All-things-pumpkin is a great way to make a holiday out of the entire month of October. We just make and eat pumpkin things all month long. There are so many things we can do with a pumpkin besides scraping out the innards and carving a face in it. Here is what we have done:
Mindy made some mouth watering Creamy Pumpkin and sausage pasta sauce with pasta

She also made some pumpkin chocolate chip pancakes...mmmm.

And I made some Pumpkin Mushroom Soup. It got a thumbs up!

So to any of you looking for a great time, you should really try All-things-pumpkin. I highly recommend it.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Conversations in the Classroom

Boy J: How old are you Miss?
Me: Guess.
Boy J: 21...
Me: No. Older.
Boy J: 24?
Me: Nope... 27
Boy J: Mr. S. is 27 you guys should hook up!
Me: Just because we are the same age we should hook up?
Boy J: Yes Miss!
Me: Is Mr. S married?
Boy J: I don't know.
Me: Hmmm....kind of important information.
Boy J: (turning to his friend) If we get Miss Bybee to hook up with Mr. S. then she definitely won't leave!

I guess word has gotten out that I am leaving the middle school next week to start student teaching at an elementary school.

Girl 1: Miss you can't leave! I am going to lock you in a closet!
Me: Hmm....I am not sure if you could do that.
Girl 2: Ya, Miss I will help her.
Me: Hmmmm
Girl 1: Or if you do leave we will all just jump in the back of your car and come home with you!
Girl 2: Ya and we will eat all of your food!
Me: Laughing. You are going to eat all of my food? Oh no!
Girl 1: Or maybe we will just rent a house next to yours.
Me: Wow. With what money?
Girl 3: I make 25 bucks a week!
Me: You might need a little more then 25 bucks to rent a house.

I am really going to miss these kids.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Oh My Facial!


I just got a European facial tonight and oh my, it was amazing! The candles, the music, the massaging, the hot towels, the massaging, the lavender, the hot steam and oh did I mention the massaging....

If you have never had a facial, I highly recommend it. I honestly thought I might start crying at one point during this facial, which might be a little strange,but it was just so therapeutic. I think this hour of facial was a lot cheaper than actual therapy, so I might just use this to justify making facials a regular occurrence.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Student Teaching Favorites


favorite silly moment-

I couldn't remember this kids name, but I knew he was creating a comic book called "Lion Boy", so here is what happened:


Boy 1: Staring off into space, not working.

Me: "Hey Lion Boy! Get back to work."

Boy 2: "She just called him Lion Boy! giggle giggle."

Me: While looking at Boy2, "He is making a comic called Lion Boy. "

Boy 2: Giggle

Me: Lost it and started giggling too.


favorite compliment-

Girl: "If I paid you 5 bucks would you promise to never leave" (referring to when I am done student teaching.)

Me: "You would have to pay me a lot more then 5 bucks."


Favorite slang term-

"Balmy." I asked a boy who uses this term what it means and he said it is supposedly like garbage. They call everything they can Balmy.


Today I had a chance to break up the first almost-fight in my classroom. As well as deal with two students who ripped up one an other's artworks during class. Moments like this make me feel like a real teacher. It was a fun day!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Red! Red! Red!

I dyed my hair. Can you tell? Some people say it isn't too noticeable, but I feel like it is so very different.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Absense makes the heart grow fonder.
















These were requested quite awhile ago....so here they are.
I love these two! And Amy promises she will be blogging again real soon. Helene took tons of photos with her fancy-pants camera, but she hasn't emailed them to me yet so what you see is what you get.


























Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Remember when you would spend the whole day in your swimming suit.


I miss these days. We we would go swimming in the backyard and then stay in our swimming suits the rest of the day. In these shots we were playing poker.... hmm maybe this was a foreshadowing of my move to Vegas.

My dad made us some fake money, by copying real money at the computer store he worked for. It looked pretty real. So real that my friend that is holding up the money in the first photo gave it to her Mom's boyfriend at the time. The boyfriend was a drug addict and we are pretty sure it was used to buy some drugs....oops. I guess that is why it is illegal to copy money, even if it is just for the purpose of using it for play money.

I think maybe my desire to never grow up is the same reason I still find myself doing things like playing dress up with my sisters.
Being a grown up is overrated.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

I like the Plain and Simple things.

This might be a little strange, but have you ever looked at things through a water bottle(the ones with ridges make it more interesting)? Or maybe when underwater in a pool, opened your eyes and looked up through the water at the sky? It is kinda cool. I also am fascinated by the way light comes through the trees and makes little circles all over the wall (or whatever other surface it might be casting dancing shadows/light upon). Anyway, this got me thinking of all the simple things that make me happy:
  • Gilmore Girls reruns right after work
  • Tart frozen yogurt
  • pens that click
  • night swimming (I think I need to do that tonight)
  • mix CDs from dear friends
  • singing loudly and dancing in my car
  • big earrings
  • reading by the pool
  • surprisingly shopping(well, if I find 4 cute shirts in one trip)
  • currently Mates of State's song "So Many Ways" is the greatest song ever written.
  • The smell of rain (Vegas has been wanting to rain all week)
  • cream cheese on triscuts
  • google talk/chat
  • riding down the stairs on an air matress
  • skinny dipping
  • emails from good friends
  • saying random things to Tess
  • comments on my blog(nudge-nudge wink-wink)
  • popcorn
  • Fresh n' Easy
  • Finding new blogs to read at work
  • long showers
  • painting (I have lots of ideas in my head for paintings so it is time to start doing that again)
Ok now it is your turn. What are some simple things that make you happy? They can be random, because we all know some of mine are.

P.S. I don't like that my bullet points are flowers on this blog template, but I don't know how to change it.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Lately singing this at the top of my lungs makes me feel better:

"I am likely to miss the main event if I stop to cry or complain again. So I will keep a deliberate pace, let the damned breeze dry my face."
Thanks Fiona. I think I will name my first born daughter after you.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Some People Choose Delusion Over Despair

Can you be in love with a fictional character? Oh, because I think I am. Jack Shephard is his name. Do you guys know him?

"At last, my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Oh, yeah, at last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clovers
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to rest my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile
Oh, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine
At last "

Friday, June 27, 2008

Ska-doosh!

The other night I got a text from Cassidy telling me to come talk to her in her room when I got home, because she wanted to tell me something. It was kind of late when I got home, but I still went in to talk with her.

Cassidy shares a room with Brooke and Brooke was asleep. Usually Brooke is a pretty heavy sleeper, so we both just thought she would sleep through our talking for a half an hour.

Brooke sleeps on the top of a bunk bed with a desk under it and Cassidy sleeps in a queen bed just across from it.


We are just laying there talking and giggling when all of the sudden I look up and see Brooke flying through the air in slow motion (just like on Nacho Libre when he goes flying through the air and lands on the other wrestler at the end). She had pounced off the bed and landed on top of me and Cassidy! Skadoosh! Cassidy screamed in terror and I just wet myself. We all busted up laughing and Brooke told us to shut our mouths and go to bed.


*Ok I might have just made that last part up, but it would have been funny if she had pounced on us. And she really wanted to hurt us at that moment, but she is too nice. Thanks for being so forgiving Brookster!

Friday, June 20, 2008

Understood

I have been thinking about understanding lately. We all just want to be understood. A lot of conflicts arise from the lack of understanding between people. I think it is so easy to assume people are acting a certain way because they are ________ (choose your own negative characteristic), when often there are hidden reasons for their behavior. Secret heartaches or insecurities that no one knows about.

I think we all need to try a little harder to understand each other. That expression of walking a mile in another man's shoes comes to mind. Or what Jesus said about doing unto others as you would have them do unto you. Maybe we could all be a little bit better at giving people the benefit of the doubt, instead of making assumptions.

There is a beautiful concept that is in the book The Education of Little Tree (I know there is a lot of controversy about the author, but ignore that):

"I knew that when I heard him late at night say 'I kin ye, Bonnie Bee,' he was saying 'I love ye,' for the feeling was in the words.And when they would be talking and Granma would say, 'Do ye kin me Wales?' and he would answer, 'I kin ye,' it meant, 'I understand ye.' To them, love and understanding was the same thing. Granma said you couldn't love something you didn't understand; nor could you love people, nor God, if you didn't understand the people and God.Granpa and Granma had an understanding, and so they had a love."
(Forrest Carter. The Education of Little Tree, p.38)

This is why we all want to be understood, because when we feel understood we feel loved. There is a reason the two great commandments are to love the Lord your God with all your heart, and your neighbor as yourself. Love is at the center of it all. Imagine if we were so consumed by and sympathetic to other people's troubles as we are by our own. What if we understood others the way we understand ourselves?

* Thanks for letting me go off again about thoughts I am having. My next post will be a little lighter. I promise.

Friday, June 13, 2008

"Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul."

Here I am thinking about hope again. Hope that he will get through this. Hope in a better world. Hope for good things to come. This time is filled with fear and heartaches, but there is hope at the bottom of everything. And against all hope I believe in hope. There is a plan that is better known by Someone greater then me. Someone with greater wisdom, perfect understanding and perfect love.

Thank you all my friends that have shown me such love and given me strength at the moments when my hope may be fading. You are all too good to me.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Turn Back Time


Maybe we are trying a bit too hard to hold on to our childhood. These photos make me think of my childhood favorites. Here is a fun list:
Labyrinth
Pound Puppies
Michael Jackson
Cabbage Patch kids
Goonies
Rainbow Bright
slap bracelets
Ducktales
Cindy Lauper
Heman
My Little Ponies
silly putty
slinky
Punky Brewster(I was her)
The Cosby show
The Little Shop of Horrors(this is a strange one for a child, I know)
Bruce Springsteen
Friday Night Videos (does anyone else remember this show, it had music videos on it like MTV, but on a non-cable channel)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Ramona books
JEM
Smurfs
Never Ending Story
Garbage Pail Kids trading cards
Jelly shoes and bracelets
Gremlins
Care Bears
Alf
New kids on the Block
Banana clips
GI Joe
Transformers
Stevie Wonder
Side pony tails
Neon Colors
Wow this list could go on forever, but I will stop there. Is there any that I skipped that you would add to the list? Tell me your favorites?

Friday, May 23, 2008

Awkwardly Affectionate

Have you ever made someone hyperventilate from being affectionate with them? No? Oh, because I have.
I am not sure when this started, but at some point in the past few years I have come to love being awkwardly affectionate. It may have started with Megan's shirt that said "Pet your dog, not your date." Because when she started to wear that shirt I liked to pet her on the arm all of the time, like you would a dog. I got a lot of strange looks from that one.

The photo to the right is of Erika, Megan and I after we kissed Edward with our blue robin egg lips. He had some issues with girls. He was freshly home from his mission and thought girls had cooties, so we were trying to "help" him overcome some of these issues by attacking and kissing him. Megan may have been hurt in the process.

Another fun thing I started to do when we first moved to Vegas was that anytime Liz was in on her bed, reading, talking on the phone or sometimes sleeping I would run in and jump on top of her. She learned to brace herself when she heard me coming.I think she really likes this. This might be more along the lines of violent affection, but we will save more stories about that for another post.

Alright, so now for the hyperventilating story. One night our apt and a group of friends decided to have a BBQ. Andrea brought along one of her friends that was visiting for the summer. I had met this friend a few times before. Let's call her Cindy, so she can remain anonymous. We were all just hanging out on some couches and Erika, Andrea and I were being awkwardly affectionate, by holding hands and cuddling with each other. This is just what we do.

Cindy kept giving us strange looks and calling us "weird", "strange" and "mean things, mean things, etc". We figured she was probably just feeling left out and deep down she just wanted some love, so we decided to give her some awkward affection. We started putting our arms around her and holding her hands and of course she was fighting it and telling us to stop. But we just laughed it off and kept doing it. She started to say "I can't breath!" and we just brushed it off as a joke. Why would anyone not enjoy this affection? It was so fun! All of the sudden we realized she was serious. She really was hyperventilating and being the nice ( or horrific) people that we are, we let go of her and she got up to go into the other room. I think she had to use a brown paper bag to get her breathing back to normal. Yikes!

Everyone else in the room (a few people we didn't know too well) sat there awkwardly and several were glaring at us like "Look what you did you little jerks!" Erika and I felt bad, but we couldn't stop laughing, which made us look like even bigger jerks. Luckily Cindy was super cool about it, forgave us and still liked us anyway. So if you really don't like awkward affection and you might hyperventilate because of it, please give me a forewarning and I will do my best not to cause anymore psychological damage than I already have.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

A Revolution from Night to Day.

When I first moved to Las Vegas I really didn't like it. I didn't like the dead desert with no grass or trees. I didn't like the the cockroaches in my bed. I didn't like driving around in the 115 degree weather with no A/C and sticky leather seats in my car. I didn't like missing Sunday dinner with my family. I felt out of place.


Those drives back from Utah(home) were too short and painful. On the trip back to Vegas all of my roommates and I wouldn't be able to talk for the first hour , because we were trying to hold back the sob in our throats.

And then something changed. I am not sure when it happened, but one of the first signs that it had was when I got in the car with my roommates to go back to Vegas and we could talk to each other in a jovial manner.
Here are some reasons why I now love Las Vegas (gulp, I can't believe I used Love and Las Vegas in the same sentence):
1.Whenever I start to think I have so many amazing best friends I can't imagine meeting anymore I meet more. There was a change in my attitude towards Vegas when I started to meet some of the most amazing girlfriends that I could meet (you know who you are). There was an instant connection. All of the sudden going to church felt like home again. Then we decided to step out of our comfort zone again (we are crazy) and leave that ward, but I am starting to get to know some new amazing people in this ward too.


2.I love the walking trail by our apt. I love going on walks or runs on it to just clear my head. The other day I needed some clarity and I found it as I walked on my little trail.
3.I live with some of the most amazing girls you will ever meet. People are baffled that six of us live together and get along so well. It is because each and every one of them is amazing. Guys are fools for not realizing this (well Joey figured it out with Amy).

4.I love Las Vegas in the spring time! Especially Summerlin with the blooming blossoms and trees. The perfect weather as early as February.

5.I love swimming every Saturday from March through October.

6.I love my job. Even though I get bored a lot, they have been really good to me. They let me go to part time while I went to school this semester and they even gave me a nice raise. I have some fun adventures at work.

7.The State Fair!

8.Close enough to home, but not too close.

9. We are 5 hours away from California/The beach.

10.Panera Bread, Capriottis, Claim Jumpers, etc.

11. Our dance parties.
12. The strip clubs.