Curling, eh?

Friday night my friend Wendy invited me to go Curling with her and some of her peeps. It was some good times! But, I was definitely NOT good at the sport. I was perhaps at an average-skill as a sweeper, but I cannot throw worth beans. At all. It was actually pretty comical...

This is me trying to slide the stone.

To Curl, you start out by crouching down in 'happy dog' position (with your bum in the air). Your right foot is in a starting block and your left foot on a slippery slipper. You push off, sliding with the slippery foot forward and your 'starter-block' leg being drug behind you with all your weight balanced on the white pipe thing in my left hand (see the pic). Maybe that's why I was so horrible... I have zero upper-body strength... 1.2 seconds after I left the starting block I basically collapsed in a puddle on the ice. ha ha so great.

Anywho, now I can say I've been curling! How many people can say that? 

Upgrade Time

I finally decided to upgrade my phone! I've been able to to upgrade since October, but I've been too lazy, er, or something to do it until now. 

I got the iPhone last night and have been in LOVE with it since! Shoot, if I knew how awesome this phone was I would have upgraded 6 months ago. I had some fun with it last night and did Facetime calling with a few of my siblings. Here's a gorgeous screen shot of me with my sis Moriah. hehe

Also, I don't know how it's possible... but my phone made me feel ashamed last night. I was learning how to use Siri and she said (in quite the snobbish voice) 'you don't have to push the button every time you ask me a question' (or something along those lines). Oh boy...you know technology is running rampant when it affects your self-esteem. ha ha... #firstworldproblems

Masters of Style

If I was a guy... I'd get this razor. Just saying. Well done commercial people... well done.

Don't Eat Buckyball Magnets

Um, so my poor little Nephew Carter (who turns 2 in May) has been throwing up a lot lately. SO, my sister in law brought him to the hospital a few days ago and demanded that they do an x-ray (or something) on the poor baby to see what is wrong. Good thing she brought him to the hospital... because it turns out he's been swallowing a TON of those buckyball magnets and they created a huge mass in his stomach. They did a scope procedure this morning to get the magnets out and this is what they took out (my sister in law counted them and it ended up being around 66!!):

Crazy, right?? Poor little guy.

5 Words

Zac Efron and Taylor Swift.

Oh my gosh, these two videos left me with the biggest, goofiest smile on my face. Love them!

ENJOY.

It Continues

I had a few handfuls of Lucky Charms for a bed-time snack last night...(um, I couldn't help it. They're too delicious) and yes, I was blessed with psycho dreams again. My roommate and I are going to throw a loop into our Lucky Charms dream experiment and see how my dreams fare tonight if I don't eat Lucky Charms before bedtime (Kelsey gets to hear about my dreams every morning so it's only natural that she be included in the experiment).

Anyway, on a related note, I'm thinking about creating a new blog for the sole intention of writing down my dreams for people's enjoyment. It will most likely be a private blog, meant only for the eyes of family and close friends (so, you know, strangers, acquaintances, or cute boys who accidentally come across my blog don't get creeped out by me and my dreams). SO, if you want an invite, let me know! It will definitely be entertaining.

Bookstores

So, sometimes I get the urge to quit my job and go work at a small bookstore (eh, preferably own the Bookstore, but I'll take what I can get). 

For example, the kind of Bookstore shown in 'Just Like Heaven' where Jon Heder works. You know, the quirky small Bookstore type. I would have 5 customers a day and could spend all my time reading books and writing short stories for my friends (Court I still need to write that 'The Girl Who...' series. ha ha).

Well, a girl can dream, right? Perhaps someday I'll take the plunge... if I win the lottery. 

Dreams and Cookies

What the deuce is up with my dreams lately? I’m blaming it on my recent purchase of Lucky Charms that I’ve been eating as a bedtime snack. Usually my dreams are happy-go-lucky, but the past few nights my dreams have been filled with nerve-racking terror. Apparently Lucky Charms aren't so lucky...

I’m sure to anybody else my dreams would have been fine, but my dreams from the last three nights have encompassed my top 3 fears: last minute public speaking, driving on icy roads in a blizzard, and heights (my dream = being drug through the air attached to a rope). Oh, and I'm blaming this article for that 3^rd dream. Nobody in their right mind should EVER want to do that. EVER.

Anybody out there a good dream interpreter? WHY am I suddenly being bombarded by intense, nerve-wracking dreams? So weird... 

Anyway, in other news, I gave Elder Walker a cookie in the elevator today. I had a few leftover from a meeting and he accepted my cookie offer. ha ha. Maybe it's just me, but it always makes me feel good about life knowing that I look normal enough to a stranger that they won't question the edibility of a cookie. Maybe I think things through too much, but there's no way in dang I'd accept a cookie from a stranger unless I could trust that their level of hygiene is up to par. Ohhh the life of a germaphobe. :) 

For All the Single Ladies

Ladies, take note. This fellow is a genius.

Jazz Games and Landscaping Duty

I think I've been ruined forever. Well, when it comes to Jazz games that is. I used to be happy with the free nose-blood tickets I occasionally got at work. But, the last 2 Jazz games I've gone to have ruined all future expectations of Jazz games. Last Friday I got to watch the Jazz beat Memphis from a suite. Yeah, I KNOW. Then the last game I attended (the end of last season) was lower level, about 9 rows up from the floor. It's amazing how much better games are when you can actually see the player's faces. 

The only thing missing was my old friend, Kirilenko. I'm quite sad that I won't get to watch my favorite Russian play bball anymore.  I might have to add a few stanzas to my Ode to Kirilenko to help give myself some closure. For now I'll continue to wear my Kirilenko jersey to bed every night. 

I am highly jealous of their Jazz snug snug. 

Oh, and welcome to the team Alec Burks. I may have to replace my Kirilenko jersey with a Burks jersey because, you know, we share the same name. I'll look past his 'optional' spelling of Berks this time around.

After the Jazz game I helped an old ward friend prepare to propose to his girl, Ellie, by helping to blow up a TON of balloons. And by TON, I mean a TON:

Well, I guess I wasn't really the one that 'blew up' the balloons. I mainly helped out by tying off balloons and attaching ribbon to them. Let me just tell you though... at the beginning of the evening it took me 37 minutes to tie off a single balloon (ok, not that long) but by the end of the night I became a trained professional and I am proud to announce that I can now tie off a balloon in approximately .37 seconds. Don't try that at home though, kids. My fingers were killing me by the end of the night from my blazing balloon tying skills and it reminded me of the quote from Happy Gilmore when the Grandma says: "My fingers hurt..." and Ben Stiller says: "well, now your back's gonna hurt, cause you just pulled landscaping duty!"

Finger Update

This is going to be somewhat of a boring blog post, but some of you wanted an update on my finger (*cough* Erin) :)

The lab results came back late last week and I found out... (drum roll)... that I had a STAPH INFECTION!!! Yup. I'm 99% positive I picked up that beauty at the gym. Now I'm very hyper aware of everything I touch and wash my hands even more than before. There's no way in dang I want to go through an infection like that again. NO bueno.

My finger is back to it's normal size once again (phew). But, since it was so hugely grotesque and swollen from the infection, my finger is shedding an outerlayer of skin. It's amazing what the human body can recover from. Seriously. Right now the top joint of my finger is basically brand new baby soft skin (super pink), with bits of dried old skin that it's shedding. I feel as if the main reason I'm wearing a bandaid now is to keep people from being horrified at my finger if they accidentally see it.

Here's what my finger (and bandaid) look like today:

Now that I took the picture I feel as if I should have prepared a bit more by putting lotion on my fingers or something. Definitely not hand-model material. hehe. AND, if you look closely, you can kind of see a bit of bruising at the bottom of my ring finger from where they had to give me (4) shots of anesthesia in preparation of the draining. bleck.