Monday, March 30, 2009
to care about not caring.
For english, I have to write an explanatory or a humorous essay.... so I've decided to write a how to: be a hipster. It's both explanatory AND humorous. Oh my gosh. I've got to hand it to myself.... It's good. so far.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Annigan Shinannigans. Manarcigan shinarshigans. ( that worked better the first time)
If this is you, and you haven't contacted me, you are in big trouble.
A. You are orange blooded.
B. You are also blue or green blooded.
C. You graduated from high school in 2008, making you two years younger then I, making me somewhat of a super senior.
D. Your permanant home address includes "South Silverstone Lane".
E. The second syllable in your mothers name rhymes with man. (this does not reflect on your mother's femininity)
F. You like hipsters.
G. You like cookie dough.
H. You wear skinnies.
I. You've never judged me for my dirty house.
J. You are home.
L. YOUR name rhymes with either Fannie or Farci.
A. You are orange blooded.
B. You are also blue or green blooded.
C. You graduated from high school in 2008, making you two years younger then I, making me somewhat of a super senior.
D. Your permanant home address includes "South Silverstone Lane".
E. The second syllable in your mothers name rhymes with man. (this does not reflect on your mother's femininity)
F. You like hipsters.
G. You like cookie dough.
H. You wear skinnies.
I. You've never judged me for my dirty house.
J. You are home.
L. YOUR name rhymes with either Fannie or Farci.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
tiny daaaaancerrrrrrrrr
As a child, I fantasized about being a beautiful dancer attending Juilliard.
I found this beautiful snippet on my very favorite blog Taza and the Prince. Taza, or Naomi, is a former student at Juilliard, and this dancer Carolyn Rossett,(front/center)is a good friend/schoolmate of hers.
It made me hate myself for quitting dance, over and over and over again.
Watching it, did you totally forget she was human sometimes?
I found this beautiful snippet on my very favorite blog Taza and the Prince. Taza, or Naomi, is a former student at Juilliard, and this dancer Carolyn Rossett,(front/center)is a good friend/schoolmate of hers.
It made me hate myself for quitting dance, over and over and over again.
Watching it, did you totally forget she was human sometimes?
only boyfriends dear.
I woke up at 0400 this morning.... I had to go to Blanding to do my first round of clinicals. Holy cow. I mean this reverently, not rudely.... they are like gigantic babies with grown up poopies in their diapers.
The term "bitter sweet" actually fits quite perfectly. (I've always loved that little cliche/oxymoron)
I'm really happy about the new Navajo phrases I learned.
Before I only knew, "you're mother makes love like a goat." And I felt it inappropriate to say today... (maybe tomorrow?)
I wanted to take pictures so so so so so bad. But that's violating the hippopotamus act.... so you will just have to imagine the most adorable little stinky old ladies wearing their indian skirts, loads of turquoise, and teeth prettier than yours and mine (dentures). Oh and let's not forget the braids down to their rears, even though they were bald on top. Really, it was adorable.
My funny friend, we will call her Sally (hippopotamus act, she was no sally, she was a native) told me the most horrible stories. She whispered in my ear, "You have to get me out of here!" Apparently the nurses treated her so bad. They come in when she is asleep and shake her bed for no good reason.... she was once kidnapped by a pack of wild dogs, and also, every night when the clock strikes twelve, the strippers come to do a variety show in her bedroom.
My sweet spirited friend Jane (also native, not a Jane) was the one I immediately clicked with. Born in 1910, Jane looks better then some of the residents in their 60's!!! I asked her if she had ever married, she smiled and said, "only boyfriends, dear." And gave a cute little wink. Gosh, I loved her. Then, while I was feeding her lunch, I asked her where she was from. She told me Kayenta and then began to weep. "I want to go home."
Today, the word death was redefined.
And it hurt my heart.
The term "bitter sweet" actually fits quite perfectly. (I've always loved that little cliche/oxymoron)
I'm really happy about the new Navajo phrases I learned.
Before I only knew, "you're mother makes love like a goat." And I felt it inappropriate to say today... (maybe tomorrow?)
I wanted to take pictures so so so so so bad. But that's violating the hippopotamus act.... so you will just have to imagine the most adorable little stinky old ladies wearing their indian skirts, loads of turquoise, and teeth prettier than yours and mine (dentures). Oh and let's not forget the braids down to their rears, even though they were bald on top. Really, it was adorable.
My funny friend, we will call her Sally (hippopotamus act, she was no sally, she was a native) told me the most horrible stories. She whispered in my ear, "You have to get me out of here!" Apparently the nurses treated her so bad. They come in when she is asleep and shake her bed for no good reason.... she was once kidnapped by a pack of wild dogs, and also, every night when the clock strikes twelve, the strippers come to do a variety show in her bedroom.
My sweet spirited friend Jane (also native, not a Jane) was the one I immediately clicked with. Born in 1910, Jane looks better then some of the residents in their 60's!!! I asked her if she had ever married, she smiled and said, "only boyfriends, dear." And gave a cute little wink. Gosh, I loved her. Then, while I was feeding her lunch, I asked her where she was from. She told me Kayenta and then began to weep. "I want to go home."
Today, the word death was redefined.
And it hurt my heart.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
“She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.”
I haven't been posting much lately.
I have no time and nothing but textbook subjects to write about....
Even this post counts as a school inspired post because while searching the internet for a classic humorous essay (and not succeeding I might add) I came across this little piece of laughter.
The following is a list of analogies used in essays collected over the years by high school English teachers through out America....
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
I have no time and nothing but textbook subjects to write about....
Even this post counts as a school inspired post because while searching the internet for a classic humorous essay (and not succeeding I might add) I came across this little piece of laughter.
The following is a list of analogies used in essays collected over the years by high school English teachers through out America....
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
zzz
So... my insomnia has spontaneously arrested....(is that the phrase?)
Suddenly I am tired day and night. Well my body was tired before it was my mind that refused to get sleepy.... now, that too is tired.
It kind of feels like mono... but I'm not even complaining.
I'm going to go take a nap. you heard me.
Suddenly I am tired day and night. Well my body was tired before it was my mind that refused to get sleepy.... now, that too is tired.
It kind of feels like mono... but I'm not even complaining.
I'm going to go take a nap. you heard me.
good news
ANOTHER UPDATE:
Mommy is fine. All better. Better than before even. We're really glad. It was totally the prayers.
Mommy is fine. All better. Better than before even. We're really glad. It was totally the prayers.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Please pray for my mommy.
UPDATE:
Mom is still in the hospital. We really don't know how serious it is yet. Grandpa Freestone and Daddy gave her a blessing this evening. We are saying our prayers and thank all of her loved ones that are doing the same! I will do my very very best to give you (you know who you are) phone calls when ever we receive new information.
Tonight I went and snuggled with her for a bit. We talked about Regis and Kathy Lee vs. Regis and Kelly, liquid eyeliner (trashy but so fun), how stoked we are to have another hospital cup (you know what I'm talking about), perspective, Family, and how nothing else really matters.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
as sisters in zion we went to the dollar movie.
When was the last time you watched The Singles Ward?
Oh my gosh. It's a thousand times funnier having lived in Provo...
You won't regret blowing the dust off of that DVD case.
Oh my gosh. It's a thousand times funnier having lived in Provo...
You won't regret blowing the dust off of that DVD case.
It's a beautiful day
The birds woke me this morning with a lovely song.
I wore a "spring appropriate" outfit to church today. (compliments of nana age 20)
Sacrament meeting (compliments of the seminary council), Gospel Doctrine (compliments of Daddy) and Relief Society (compliments of mum) were all exceptionally great.
Baking and blogging are my favorite sunday activities.
Listening to mommas music lifts my spirit.
Today, my heart is warm, my thoughts are pure, my head is clear, and my love is endless. I'm just having a lovely day.
I give credit to the sunlight. It does something to me.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
I wore a "spring appropriate" outfit to church today. (compliments of nana age 20)
Sacrament meeting (compliments of the seminary council), Gospel Doctrine (compliments of Daddy) and Relief Society (compliments of mum) were all exceptionally great.
Baking and blogging are my favorite sunday activities.
Listening to mommas music lifts my spirit.
Today, my heart is warm, my thoughts are pure, my head is clear, and my love is endless. I'm just having a lovely day.
I give credit to the sunlight. It does something to me.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
Friday, March 13, 2009
i know it hurts
So...
favorite song in the world--what's yours?
Mine is "Nothing at all" By Lindi Ortega. She's a little canadian girl with a fabulous fabulous, out of this world, angelic, yet vampiresque (the sexy kind) voice.
I first heard the song my senior year of high school. I grew to obsess over it. Sadly, it was nowhere on itunes or frostwire to be found. The only place it could be heard was on her myspace site. The day came, (I'm guestimating sometime in 2007) when she took "Nothing at all" off of her playlist and replaced it with other songs-- none of which blew me away like "Nothing at all" did.
I remember Jennifer Gilbert saying, "What is this? China man music?"
Every month or so I google it and try to find it somewhere, anywhere, just to hear it once more. It is NOWHERE to be found.
I will give my first million dollars to whomever finds it for me!
swear.
Ok, your turn.
You can only pick ONE!
(I did. I totally didn't tell you about all my runner ups which are all soooo good.)
Come rest your weary head
Here on my pillow
Come lay down on my bed
Let me hold you until tomorrow
I know it hurts
I know how hard you fall
It could be worse
You could be feeling nothing at all
You've been crying for so long
That you drown in your own river
And although the winter's gone
I can still, I can still feel you shiver
I know it hurts
I know how hard you fall
It could be worse
You could be feeling nothing at all
favorite song in the world--what's yours?
Mine is "Nothing at all" By Lindi Ortega. She's a little canadian girl with a fabulous fabulous, out of this world, angelic, yet vampiresque (the sexy kind) voice.
I first heard the song my senior year of high school. I grew to obsess over it. Sadly, it was nowhere on itunes or frostwire to be found. The only place it could be heard was on her myspace site. The day came, (I'm guestimating sometime in 2007) when she took "Nothing at all" off of her playlist and replaced it with other songs-- none of which blew me away like "Nothing at all" did.
I remember Jennifer Gilbert saying, "What is this? China man music?"
Every month or so I google it and try to find it somewhere, anywhere, just to hear it once more. It is NOWHERE to be found.
I will give my first million dollars to whomever finds it for me!
swear.
Ok, your turn.
You can only pick ONE!
(I did. I totally didn't tell you about all my runner ups which are all soooo good.)
Come rest your weary head
Here on my pillow
Come lay down on my bed
Let me hold you until tomorrow
I know it hurts
I know how hard you fall
It could be worse
You could be feeling nothing at all
You've been crying for so long
That you drown in your own river
And although the winter's gone
I can still, I can still feel you shiver
I know it hurts
I know how hard you fall
It could be worse
You could be feeling nothing at all
Thursday, March 12, 2009
you see.
the problem is
my heart was ruined
i tried to wash it
it shrunk
and now, still, i can't seem to make it fit.
my heart was ruined
i tried to wash it
it shrunk
and now, still, i can't seem to make it fit.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
arizona and idaho don't count.
I have this undeniable itchin, yearnin, achin desire to take a long road trip.
I have basically been planning one since I was in Jr. High... And honest and truly, I have yet to take one. Sh. Don't tell. It's not something I am proud of.
But for real, I am sad.
With that said, I am now taking invitations to any and all road trips.
My only rule is that boys are present so that no strange man tries to touch my privates or attempts to cut me into small pieces.
I'm completely open to hostels, back packing, sandwich eating, and shower boycotting.
I have basically been planning one since I was in Jr. High... And honest and truly, I have yet to take one. Sh. Don't tell. It's not something I am proud of.
But for real, I am sad.
With that said, I am now taking invitations to any and all road trips.
My only rule is that boys are present so that no strange man tries to touch my privates or attempts to cut me into small pieces.
I'm completely open to hostels, back packing, sandwich eating, and shower boycotting.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
create
wow wow wow!
I first need to admit that I have seen this little video all over the place and not once pressed play, until tonight.
And now I have watched it 3 times!
Beautiful. I totally think we are going to snatch up a lost sheep or two with these new videos the LDS church has approved and is now sponsoring.
sometimes, i forget how cool i am, just being born a girl.
I first need to admit that I have seen this little video all over the place and not once pressed play, until tonight.
And now I have watched it 3 times!
Beautiful. I totally think we are going to snatch up a lost sheep or two with these new videos the LDS church has approved and is now sponsoring.
sometimes, i forget how cool i am, just being born a girl.
i want to go to there
but they won't let me just yet.
i know.
i tried.
and a really loud deep voice resembling King Triton said,
"Not yet Molls."
Yes, I even go by Molls in heaven.
oh. But before I go to there Madi and I want to find out who drives this car AND parks at the Joseph Smith Building and if their mommy knows about this and make them aware that me and the Lord are on a nick-name basis and he totally told me he doesn't approve.
i know.
i tried.
and a really loud deep voice resembling King Triton said,
"Not yet Molls."
Yes, I even go by Molls in heaven.
oh. But before I go to there Madi and I want to find out who drives this car AND parks at the Joseph Smith Building and if their mommy knows about this and make them aware that me and the Lord are on a nick-name basis and he totally told me he doesn't approve.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
one, two, three.... seven hundred and sixy nine, seven hundred and seventy
Syvia Plath's first symptom of insanity, which eventually led her to her death was insomnia....
If Linzi's Disease doesn't kill me, sleep deprivation will.
If Linzi's Disease doesn't kill me, sleep deprivation will.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
stay forever young.
well im sure most everyone has already seen this commercial which made its debut on Super Bowl Sunday this year but I have been meaning to post it and always forgetting.
Both Madi and I loved it! I'm sure you can guess why...
But really, its just one of those great american commercials-- along with those fabulously done ESPN commercials. yes. you read right. I have a secret weakness for the inspirational jock 'mercial.
Both Madi and I loved it! I'm sure you can guess why...
But really, its just one of those great american commercials-- along with those fabulously done ESPN commercials. yes. you read right. I have a secret weakness for the inspirational jock 'mercial.
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